Let's try this again! Forgetting what I think Gorey is trying to say unlocks what I feel. The Doubtful Guest feels like
It's a guest, so do I invite those things into my life? Maybe, but it's doubtful. I can scream at it to leave, and it ignores me. I sleep, but it gives me no peace. It spoils the things I enjoy, drowns the things I love. Year after year, it shows no sign of going away. What kind of guest is this?
What to make of this book? It took about one minute to read and had little to say for itself. As usual with Gorey, his illustrations are interesting, but what's the point? As usual with me, when I first read a Gorey, I don't get it - why do I keep buying his books? If past experience is anything to go by, I'll return to this book and it'll start to find its place, and I with it. For now, a doubtful 3/5🌟, which will likely improve with age.
This is inevitably what happens when you‘re reading about Edward Gorey and you‘re using a plastic tub of wool as a foot rest.