Edith's Diary - Patricia Highsmith Mundane acts, slightly warped, build the tension in Edith’s Diary. You know something horrible is going to happen and as the days… as the years… pass, the anticipation builds. It’s not horror, it’s discomfort. Knowing that something is out of place and that there will be consequences for this disorder. Highsmith holds our hand and gently guides us through Edith’s life but all the while you know she’s just waiting to trip you and probably stab you in the face or something.

The final chapters left me somewhat wanting for more. However, as I think back, it all seems to fit together better the way she wrote it. In the end, it’s all mundane unease.