I did miss the lyricism that she seemed to have perfected in Through the Woods though, which made this tale feel a lot more “present,” rather than curated.
The beauty of presenting the horror without the “why” is all in the interpretation. I love that I get to create my own answer, and so does every reader. Some people (like me) might ask “why?” after the end. It begged to be reread, and I did so immediately upon finishing it. There is nothing I didn’t like about this short comic story. The story, as always, feels like a sinewy fairytale – the original kind told to scare children into behaving. Her line art is simultaneously beguiling and revulsion inducing. Previous works have had hints of yellow or blue, but she stays strictly within those three shades for this comic. When I Arrived at the Castle is colored in Carroll’s signature black, white, and red palette.
To explain would be to take away the very element of what makes her macabre art so luscious. She continues in When I Arrived at the Castle to create evocative niche horror comics that settle into your bones and leave you wondering, because as is her custom, she does not explain. I loved Emily Carroll’s T hrough the Woods arrangement of dark stories. The blurb for this one is so short because this comic is so short, probably its only fault. My one exception is anything Emily Carroll creates. On a dark rainy night, a young lady is welcomed into a castle, a young lady who has come to murder a countess, like the many before her who never returned.įor those of you who may not know me, horror is not my thing.
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