To my mind, for a number of years, the gothic genre meant horror. Eerie looking witches. Haunted castles. High-pitched screams. Dark. Damp. Depressing. But that’s not all that the genre is.
What does it mean to be human? Is madness the price we pay for it? Sebastian Faulks explores this fragile thread that connects human consciousness with the depravity of the mind in his novel, Human Traces.