Review: Flowers in the Attic by V. C. Andrews
It seemed only fitting to review this book on Halloween. After all, Halloween is the one day where we try very hard to scare each other silly. And this book is definitely scary, although perhaps not in any conventional sense. Also, you have been warned. There are some pretty heavy spoilers throughout this post, so if for some ungodly reason you want to read this for yourself, you should probably skip the rest of this post.
Title: Flowers in the Attic: The Dolanganger Saga book 1
Author: V C Andrews
Genre: Wikipedia says it is Gothic horror, but I just call it an awful, awful trainwreck from which I could not look away.
Source: Bookshare
Reason for Reading: I think the conversation went something like this:
Primavera: “OMG, you’ve never read Flowers in the Attic?”
Me: “No. I do know it’s got incest in it and one of the kids dies from eating sugar doughnuts.”
Prima: “OMG you should read it. I’ll read it, too, so we can *headdesk* together.”
Thus it was that I started reading the book. And then got so horrified I had to tweet about it. A lot. I do not know whether Prima managed to get through a reread, or if she just got a vicarious thrill from watching me suffer.
Synopsis: OK, so there’s this family, the Dolangangers, and their lives are peaceful and idyllic until the fateful day when Mr. Dolanganger dies in an awful car accident. Mrs. Dolanganger, being basically a useless waste of space, decides the best thing to do is take her kids back to her family home. She’s going to charm her father into forgiving her for a terrible thing she’s done, namely run off with her half-uncle (that would be Mr. Dolanganger) and then get herself written back into his will, so she can inherit a fortune. The plan is to spring the kids on the grandfather as a surprise, and the only way to do that is to shut them away in an attic. The few days Mrs. D. promises turn into four years, and in the meantime, Cathy, our uber-special, pretty pretty princess heroine, and her brother Chris (who is brilliant! And he’s going to be a doctor! And he’s brilliant! And he’s a great artist! And did I mention he’s brilliant? Because I don’t think I did) get close in a way that two siblings never should.
My Thoughts: You know how there are some books that you enjoy even though they are bad, because they’re fun stories, and it’s obvious that the author isn’t taking herself all that seriously, and even though they may have all the substance of cotton candy, they are a lot of fun? Well, this isn’t one of those books. This book I kept reading with wide-eyed incredulity, wondering how V. C. Andrews could possibly top herself. I didn’t like it, but I had to keep going because it was a trainwreck and I could not! look! away! This book was like reading the horrible tempestuous fantasies of an emo teenage girl which should never have left her hard drive. It’s so very overwrought, with everyone being over the top in their cruelty or their kindness or their passion.
I don’t even know where to start with this book. Should I tell you about Cathy, who is immature, self-centered, and a brat, in addition to being the prettiest girl ever? And that’s our *narrator*. She’s the embodiment of a Mary Sue, because everyone either loves her unreservedly or hates her fiercely. She’s even got typical Mary Sue flaws: she’s stubborn, she sees the dark side to every situation (so, basically, she’s right all the time), and she’s a complete nitwit. She talks a good game, about not needing approval from anyone, but she seems to be incapable of doing anything on her own initiative. And let’s not forget that she writes in an over-the-top style, with lots of exclamation marks and phrases like “golly-lolly” or “Good golly day!” inserted every once in a while. I don’t know who in the world ever talked like this, but I am fairly certain I would want to commit horrible violence on them if I did meet someone who did.
Chris is one of those YA boyfriends I don’t like. He’s utterly devoted to Cathy, who doesn’t appear to notice any flaws. He’s also Edward Cullen-tastic in his creepy obsession with the women in his life, first his mother and then his sister. Also, as mentioned earlier, he is brilliant. And knows everything about everything. And is such a pompous windbag that I want to slug him. Frequently.
The younger Dolanganger children, Cory and Carrie, sadly only rate a paragraph. I loved Cory, who was sweet and frail and absolutely adorable. Needless to say, he is the one who bites it with the sugar doughnuts at the end. Poor Carrie, by contrast, is just unloved by everyone. Cathy doesn’t think much of her, Chris ignores her, and their grandmother is outright abusive.
That brings me to the adults. The ones we meet are caricatures, all. The kids’ mother is a vapid bimbo who gradually loses herself to pretty clothes and attentions from men. The grandmother is an imposing witch of a woman who is so over the top in her abuse of the kids.
There isn’t much of a plot. The kids never think to try and escape until years into their captivity, and then only after Cory finally dies. As one reviewer put it, they’d never survive a real kids’ book.
“But Shannon,” you may well be asking yourself, “What about the incest?” Well, let me tell you. It’s as creepy as you might imagine, given that our hero and heroine are basically prototypes of a certain sparkly vampire and his ladylove, only, you know, related. And not sparkly. In addition to the creepiness, though, the incest scene underscores something I noticed throughout the series: a horrible misogynist streak I can’t believe I’m reading in a book written by another woman. You see, Cathy *made* Chris rape her. If she hadn’t snuck into her mother’s bedroom and kissed her mother’s new husband, Chris wouldn’t have gotten jealous. And if Cathy hadn’t been wearing a short nightie, Chris wouldn’t have been tempted. So, basically, Cathy asked for it. And Cathy’s not the only one who has to deal with implicit slut shaming. Her mother is described in frighteningly sensual tones, and Cathy begins to truly despise her when she figures out that her mother isn’t nearly as pure as she once thought she was. I kind of get the impression that in the world of Cathy, it’s totally OK if *she* sluts around, but other women who do the same? Total h0rs. Which is weird, considering the bizarrely sensual terms she uses to describe her mother.
Final Thoughts: I really have no idea how to grade this book. It’s awful, tawdry, and has no redeeming factors. But I do want to read at least the sequel, because the trainwreck syndrome is bad. I think the awfulness of the story and the writing win out over my TWS, though, so this one gets a failing grade.
Final Grade: F
Other Opinions:
- Bookshelves of Doom: I was going to seek out other links, but really, just go read this. It’s all you need.