WHAT BIG TEETH

A homecoming spurs a strange family’s transformation.

Eleanor has left her nun-led boarding school after a violent incident with another student. She’s been away for years, without a single letter from her sister in response to dozens of hers and with only the foggiest memories of her extended family. When she arrives at her ancestral home in the small Maine town of Winterport, the mystery isn’t whether or not she comes from a family of werewolves but rather why she can’t find a wolf inside herself. Other questions swirl around her mother, whose body is half-covered in amphibian polyps; her grandmother’s enigmatic accountant, whom everyone is slightly in love with and who hasn’t aged in decades; and the long absence of her maternal grandmother, a stout, lavender-scented woman from France who goes by Grandmere and, like everyone else in this story, is more than she seems. Extended chapters with long, florid descriptions of the setting make the story drag somewhat. Keeping the tale tightly tied to an atmospheric old mansion and a reclusive, tightknit, supernaturally dysfunctional family gives it an almost claustrophobic feel. The decline of an old family with European roots is a classic theme in literature, here given horror-novel elements, with a slowness and complexity best suited for patient older readers.

Shadowy, gothic, labyrinthine.