The Haunting of Blah Manor

I’ve been thinking a lot about The Haunting of Bly Manor this week — ’tis the season, after all. Following the genuine terror of the first season’s Shirley Jackson adaptation — which I wrote about a couple of times — I found this Henry James affair to be a major disappointment. The narrative tricks deployed are all familiar, as most of them were all put to excellent use last time round — how relationships between people are affected by the impositions of their own personal demons, for inst...