Now, in a fresh riff on an old theme, the writer parodies his phantoms. The good-versus-evil spirit war enacted in The Bone Clocks was its most overwrought and frustrating element, but there have always been ghosts in the Mitchell machine. Down Mitchell’s rabbit hole, the warren’s Supernatural Wing has expanded. The fact that Slade House germinated from a Twitter short story and blossomed into a work of just over 200 pages with such speed is evidence that time flies when you’re having a good time in a Wonderland of your own creation. Only one year has elapsed since The Bone Clocks was published. Think The Bone Clocks’s naughty little sister in a fright wig, brandishing a sparkler, yelling “Boo!” – and highlighting an element of Mitchell’s talent that has been present but underexploited from the beginning of the writer’s award-studded career: a rich seam of comedy. If this faux-scary, read-in-one-sitting crowd-pleaser has a single mission, it is to enjoy itself.
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