Fowler Island seems like a quaint getaway off the coast of Ohio in Lake Erie, but something sinister lurks beneath its surface—literally.
Henrietta Volt, 24, hasn’t been back to her childhood home in a decade when Beatrice Bethany, her older half sister, calls in the year 2000 with the news that their father, James, has died and she must return to the island for the funeral. Henrie loved growing up as an island kid alongside B.B., but her memories are fuzzy, especially the circumstances under which she left at age 14 with her mother, Carrie, while B.B. stayed behind with their father. When Henrie and Carrie return for the funeral, their memories, and a whole lot more, take shape, revealing secrets that go back generations. This book has all the elements you could want in a thriller—missing women, a mysterious mansion, monsters, ghosts, and, at its center, a pair of sisters as unsettling as the Blackwoods of Shirley Jackson’s We Have Always Lived in the Castle. Moulton juggles these pieces well as she moves the story between 2000 and 1989, when the sisters were teenagers. She delivers many delicious moments of suspense and sheer terror. The scope is so ambitious, though, that the story can feel convoluted in some places, while it's oddly thin in others. The island, including the family house and the quarry where some pivotal action takes place, is described in minute detail many times over, while certain subplots remain unexplored. Some aspects of the Fowler and Volt family mythology are revisited to the point of redundancy, while others go unaddressed. Moulton builds a fascinating world but never quite establishes its rules. Still, each point-of-view character who narrates the story—Henrie, B.B., Carrie, and Sonia, the island archivist and a family friend of sorts—pulls off her piece to tell an engrossing tale.
A wonderfully weird novel about powerful women, inheritance, and desire.