Daisy Johnson

Sono rimasta piuttosto delusa dalla lettura di questo romanzo è il motivo è risiede soprattutto nell’espediente letterario al quale Johnson ricorre. Non vi dirò qual è per non fare spoiler, ma l’avevo già incontrato in un altro romanzo, dove secondo me era gestito meglio, sia a livello narrativo (Johnson lascia davvero troppi indizi in bella vista), sia a livello concettuale (non mi è sembrato che riuscisse davvero a dare forza al racconto di questa relazione tossica tra sorelle).

Rimasta senza il colpo di scena, Sorelle è stata una lettura sciapa. La mia attenzione si è focalizzata sul racconto della relazione tossica tra Luglio e Settembre e su quella tra i loro genitori, appena accennata, ma, avendo perso la forza del thriller, non è che mi abbia trasmesso granché. Posso essere solo contenta che fossero solo duecento pagine, quindi non scomoderei Shirley Jackson, che inquieta davvero – ma davvero tanto – più di Johnson.

Ci sono alcuni passaggi scritti molto bene e che riescono a farti sentire l’orrore strisciante, ma da soli non sono riusciti a tenere vivo il mio interesse. Peccato: l’idea di base era molto intrigante, ma non mi è sembrata sviluppata con la forza che una storia di questo genere avrebbe potuto avere.… (mehr)

An obsessive sibling bond is the driving force behind Daisy Johnson’s novel Sisters, her gothic-tinged follow-up to her first novel, the Booker Prize-shortlisted Everything Under. September and July are the sisters in question, teenage daughters of Sheela and Peter. Born ten months apart, the girls might as well be twins, they are that close in every respect. So close that their teachers have expressed concern, stating that their connection leaves them “isolated, uninterested, conjoined, young for their age, sometimes moved to great cruelty.” As the novel begins, we learn that Sheela, July and September are fleeing the aftermath of a catastrophic event that took place at the girls’ school, leaving their home in Oxford for a house in coastal Yorkshire. It is soon revealed that Peter is dead—victim of a drowning incident—that he was violent and abusive and had been separated from his wife and children for several years at the time of his death. The house in Yorkshire was Peter’s childhood home and belongs to Peter’s sister. Sheela and the girls have been there before; in fact September was born there. But “Settle House,” as it is known, is run down, secluded, creepy: hardly a comforting refuge. Sheela spends most of her time locked in her room, either working (she writes books for children based on her daughters’ fictional adventures) or sleeping, venturing out at night for food and to perform household chores. In the meantime, the girls play games and explore the house and surrounding area. At one point, July and September join a group of young people partying after dark on the beach, an encounter that, in July’s boozy recollection, results in September losing her virginity. At an early point the reader will realize that September’s personality dominates the relationship—that she has a vengeful streak and enjoys taking risks and pushing boundaries—and that July is the follower. Particularly alarming (because of its potential for violence) is the game “September says,” in which July must comply with whatever her sister tells her to do so long as the directive is prefaced by the phrase “September says.” (ie, “September says eat all the mayonnaise.”) Along the way, Johnson drops veiled hints regarding the triggering event that drove the family out of Oxford. This taut, disturbing narrative comes to us mainly via July’s twitchy first-person perspective, briefly interrupted by third-person sections told from Sheela’s more passive point of view. As the action approaches a climax, July grows increasingly distressed by memories pushing through to the surface, and as her agitation deepens the story becomes fractured and surreal. Sisters, blending elements of horror and suspense, generates a peculiar kind of unease. Readers will respond to the ending in a variety of ways, which will make for some lively book-club discussions. But there can be no doubt that Daisy Johnson’s edgy talent and uniquely skewed perspective on the human psyche set her apart from the majority of her contemporaries.… (mehr)