Montgomery Gothic

littlerhymes commented in my post on Pat of Silver Bush that L. M. Montgomery Gothic should be a thing, and the more I think about it, the more I like it. Her books are already halfway there, after all. (More like three-quarters in the case of Emily of New Moon. What could be a more gothic house name than New Moon?)

A few thoughts:

There is a house. It has always been there. It will always be there.

The house is full of beautiful and broken things.

There is a car somewhere in the distance. The sound of its motor is the hum of a terrible encroaching future, full of shiny new things. The very words shiny and new send a shiver down your spine.

You will grow up someday. This is a great tragedy.

The trees with their blossoms are like ghosts in the evening.

The trees talk to you.

The house is on fire.