Whimsical and tender, The Saturday Night Ghost Club is a coming-of-age story with equal measures pathos and page-turning suspense.
So what’s up with this ghost club?
The Saturday Night Ghost Club
Set in 1980s Niagara Falls, or Cataract City as the locals called it, The Saturday Night Ghost Club hearkens to the sweet days we now remember with fondness, when risks seemed safe to take and the thrill of adventure was the point of every escapade.
Jake Baker is now a successful neurosurgeon, but like many brainiacs, he was a nerdy and awkward adolescent. At 12 years old, he was an outsider with few friends but a vivid imagination, and Calvin, his fun and eccentric uncle who believed in ghosts and the supernatural, was the perfect adventure buddy.
“This city is haunted by ghosts,” is what Uncle Cal told Jake.
“Uncle C used to say this although not to scare me. He’d say it with a cocked eyebrow and an inscrutable smile, a merry jester beckoning me to embark on a grand adventure.”
It is this summer, when Jake was 12, that Uncle Cal, owner of a local shop — the Occultorium — formed the club for just that reason, to introduce Jake to the fascinating and mysterious underbelly of his small town.
In addition to Jake, Uncle C’s willing followers were tobacco-chewing adolescent iconoclast Dove Yellowbird, her brother Billy, and local shop owner Lexington Galbraith. To their delight, Uncle Cal arranged clandestine excursions that exposed them to unsolved mysteries and hidden treasures.
The opening of the novel is a bit jolting, as adult Jake is describing in graphic detail the look and feel of the human brain. But this is natural once we find out his profession, and throughout the novel he expounds on the science of the brain and his work with his patients. By the end of the novel, this will all make sense, and Jake’s special relationship with his uncle becomes even more heartwarming.
I adored this sweet and nostalgic story. I was reminded of my own childhood, the ecstasy of riding a bike pell mell down a hill, the magical days of summer, the dawn of each day ripe with possibility. Even the bumps and bruises of being 12 now seem sweet instead of agonizing. Such is the beauty of time and perspective.
It’s also about parenthood, and the gift of loving your children, as adult Jake develops a new appreciation for the ways his mother and father parented him.
Pack this one in your beach bag. You might have to finish it before the end of the day.
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I received a copy of The Saturday Night Ghost Club from Penguin Books for an honest review, which is the only kind of review I write.