Though the blog doesn’t reflect it, I’ve been on a Minette Walters kick lately. I like her unlikeable characters, and I like her feel for misdirection. The Cellar is different than her other books, and it’s a dark, sad, creepy story.
A family of African immigrants brought along their slave, Muna, to England. She has been with them since she was eight years old, when they stole her from an orphanage. Muna is forced to live in the cellar, to cook and to clean, and to endure all manner of abuse from the Songali family. And all this time, she’s been plotting her revenge.
There’s a slow, creepy build to this story. At the start, one of the sons of the family has gone missing, which brings police to the door. To cover Muna’s true place in the household, she’s finally given real clothes and a bedroom. As the tale continues, you discover how much Muna knows and understands–from the fact she can speak English to the lengths she’ll go to to exact some vengeance on this family.
There’s no one to like in this novel, but you can certainly understand how tragic and twisted poor Muna is. Even in the more grotesque moments, it’s hard to feel much but a sick pity for her. This is one of those horror stories that unwinds the disturbing truths slowly, and stays with you for a while after reading it.
If you enjoy claustrophobic horror stories and tales of revenge, give this a look. But if the winter darkness already has you in a funk, maybe put this one off until summertime!