A new book review from The Movie Snob.
Mexican Gothic, by Silvia Moreno-Garcia (2020). I heard a recommendation of this recent novel on a podcast, so I went out and found a copy at my friendly local used bookstore. I have to say that I was underwhelmed. It is 1950, and our heroine Noemí is a Mexico City debutante from a good family. Her beloved cousin Catalina has recently married a mysterious Englishman who whisked her off to his family estate up in the Mexican mountains, and after Catalina sends Noemí’s father a strange letter suggesting some sort of trouble, Noemí is sent to investigate. What follows is straight out of a British gothic horror novel—a creepy old house surrounded by misty grounds, a handsome but sinister husband for the ailing Catalina, the husband’s weird extended family that also lives in the house, rumors of a dark and disturbing past, lurid nightmares, etc. The build-up is pretty good, but then the more Moreno-Garcia opts to explain what is going on, the less interesting the book becomes. Wuthering Heights it is not. That was my experience, anyway!