Catherine House

 

For me, this is an odd story that left me feeling as if my car was stuck in the snow with wheels spinning. There just wasn’t much going on. It seemed there was more inner dialogue from the main character than meaningful conversations with the people around her. There was a lot of descriptives of sight, sound, and taste. Random sexual encounters. Drunkenness abounds. 

Catherine house is a strange place for higher learning. The students willingly attend and cut themselves off from the outside world, family, and friends. No news, no movies, no radio. The clothes they wear are supplied by The House. Everything revolves around The House and what you are willing to do for The House. 

I found the prose wonderful but the plot lacking. I felt there were opportunities to inject more intensity to the overall story, but it didn’t happen.