The complexity accumulated from these details occasionally seems excessive and even slightly thin thematic substance. The explanation for his disappearance turns out to involve telepathy, a version of tag, oil portraits with eyes missing, Middle Eastern cults, and bone clocks-a poetic name for the human body, in addition to a literal object and a reference to David Mitchell’s most recent previous work. He opens the door-a tiny black iron door in the middle of an alleyway-and vanishes from the outside world. Suddenly, Nathan notices the entrance to a building called Slade House. In a seemingly normal London, an awkward but intelligent boy named Nathan walks with his mother on the way to a party all seems well as Nathan bemoans the pretentiousness of his bow tie and wonders about a dead cat on the side of the road. However, masterful storyteller David Mitchell’s new novel “Slade House” begins with a sunny autumn day. Many ghost stories begin with dark and stormy nights.
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