A review by embfitz
Slade House by David Mitchell

My only resolution this year is to add comments to my Goodreads entries. (The stars...still not feeling those.)

I think the conceits of Slade House are much more suited for the universe Mitchell seems to want to write in than The Bone Clocks was. I've got my fingers crossed that he's not done with horror. Literary horror, at least what I've read, often feels like Ornate Language Because Lovecraft. Slade House avoids that somehow, and is better for it.

The section set in the 90's is brimming over with affectionate nostalgia. If you miss Madchester et al, at least read that part. (Each section is independent yet linked except maybe the last, which is always a nice trick.)