All Things Cease to Appear

This book can't figure out what it wants to be: American Gothic ghost story? Homocide procedural? Mind of a killer? Multigenerational history of a house? Commentary on marriage? Academic pastoral? All of the above and none of them well done. The author writes very well, but loses control of the plot(s).

I cannot accurately describe how much I hated George Clare. SO MUCH. And that ending. UGH.