Those of us who loved The Bone Clocks (my review is here) get a wee Brucie Bonus in Slade House.
Although not billed, or marketed, as such it is, in fact, the follow up.
This time, rather than a six-book, sprawling epic it’s a little addendum (a bit like Michel Faber’s addendum to The Crimson Petal and the White, called The Apple).
It’s a stand alone read in its own right and could be an excellent primer for those daunted by the concept of sci-fi fantasy that was so gloriously explored in the epic mother ship that is The Bone Clocks.
It tells the story of a mysterious House that appears every nine years in a London suburb and draws win a variety of visitors who have to face pretty challenging circumstances (I’ll leave it at that). It sets out like a ghost story, morphs into sci fi and ends up pure fantasy.
It’s short, sweet and bang on the money.
Another little cracker David Mitchell.
(Just like this review, eh readers!)