The house reveals itself to Beatriz within that first day. In true Gothic form, Rodolfo abandons Beatriz to Juana and the house within pages. Danversesque woman who lives on the property in the form of Doña Juana, Rodolfo’s taciturn sister. The house has everything, echoes of older grandeur, decrepit carpets and walls, and the promise that it could be something new. As a mestizo woman with family who had one foot in the aristocracy, the other in Mexico, the daughter of a General, she is lucky to marry Rodolfo who owns a village, an agave farm with a steady income, and the eponymous hacienda itself. When her father died, her family was left destitute, and her only hope was to marry up. The Hacienda brings the form in full when Beatriz, a new wife to a wealthy landlord, travels to a home she had no choice but to join. I love a good Gothic novel, its mystery, its lovelorn pining, a house that haunts either supernaturally or through memory.
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