A Cold Season by Alison Littlewood

Posted on 20th January 2012 in Reviews

As A Cold Season opens the novel’s protagonist Cass is driving in heavy fog with her son Ben accompanying her. The illusory nature of the mist-laden atmosphere coupled with unfamiliar terrain gives the impression the car is on a dip when it’s actually an upward slope. So it is with some immediacy, like an avalanche victim, that one’s sense of the certain becomes tested – even sense of obvious directions put under strain.

This theme of disassociation with the environment, and the people in it, continues to be weaved throughout, and makes for an unsettling backdrop to what’s a strong first novel by Alison Littlewood. As Cass returns to her childhood village with her son Ben following her husband’s death, the idyllic memories which she held appear to be as questionable as initial sense of horizon in the opening pages.

Hoping for a fresh start, Cass almost immediately feels that something is not quite right in Darnshaw. She wants things to be fine of course, who wouldn’t – having rooted up and travelled back in the hopes of giving her son a fresh start. Things seem like they should be fine; the framework for a supporting network for her and her son is there – but one gets the idea that the friendliness hinted at is false, and ethereal, and so it is.

Littlewood excels at driving home a feeling of discomfort, whether in feint and early hints at the paranormal, or in even mundane things such as a lack of internet access. Creaks and bumps in the semi-isolated apartment building she finds herself living in are handled as masterfully as lingering, deceitful sneers from the locals, and similarly the emergent miscreant behaviour of her son.

The town of Darnshaw is well constructed, and although it does introduce the stalwarts one might come to expect from such a vehicle Рoutsider hating local, strange old man walking dog etc. Рavoids clich̩ and over reliance on the familiar bogeymen and instead directs our attention to the rot of the whole as opposed to merely just the constituent parts.

A Cold Season is an intelligent, sensitive book. Its chills are delivered with precision certainly, but in subtle yet equally terrifying manner it’s the parts that aren’t scary which speak as loudly as the parts that freak you out. You wonder what’s out there in that cold, white beyond, and know that it’s not nice. Far better to be inside with a nice hot mug of cocoa then.


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3 Responses to “A Cold Season by Alison Littlewood”

  1. Happy to hear you liked it, mate. I thought it got 2012 in terms of horror fiction off to a terrific start, and I’ll be on the edge of my seat waiting to hear what Littlewood has for us next.

    So: the Silent Hill thing I mentioned in my review. Did you sense its influence as well, or am I just obsessed? Because that’s also absolutely possible!

  2. Book arrived yesterday – ordered it after reading about it on here. Really looking forward to reading it as one of my holiday books – despite its ‘Richard and Judy’ endorsement sticker on the front cover!

    • Will says:

      I hope you enjoy this one as much I did. The Richard & Judy sticker should maybe be taken as a good sign of horror drifting into the mainstream – never a bad thing, right?

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