I remain mad about the existence of my literary archnemesis Henry James. For how aggressively lauded Turn of the Screw remains in the horror canon, it quite annoyed me; it's overrated as hell. Elements of Screw are fantastic, like Miles' creepiness and the pacing of the scenes in which the "ghosts" appear, but it feels like less than the sum of its parts. It drags greatly, impressive for a book of this length, does not very convincingly pull off the central ambiguity of the ghosts' existence, and overpromises with the unnecessary framing narrative at the beginning. An object of historical fascination but really nothing too special