
Title: Beach House
Author: R. L. Stine
Publication date: 1992
Length: 210 pages
Genre: ya, horror
TW: Violence, blood, body/corpse, life-altering injury, death, murder, abduction, jealous/ potentially abusive relationship, bullying, possible classism
Beach House is the story of two sets of teens, and the murders/disappearances that reach across forty years, connecting their summers. Normally, when writing a summary or book review, I feel like I have trouble condensing the story down into a few sentences. That’s certainly not the case with this book. Take from that what you will.
The plot utilized is an interesting premise, not a revolutionary one but certainly with the potential to make a good story. And the author does make some attempt to ground the story in its respective time-frames – making the distance between the two time-periods felt well enough, while also showing the similarities between the two. It was actually the shifting between settings that caught my interest, initially. Split between a contemporary setting in the 1950s, there’s room to play around with parallels between the two sets of characters and events. I know what can be done with non-linear storytelling, so I had hopes for the story.
Unfortunately the execution (pun not completely intended) leaves a lot to be desired. In this case, that nonlinear structure actually weakens the story significantly. The problem largely lies in the fact that the length of the book is still fairly average, thus each set of characters really gets about half the amount of time as they would if the story were completely devoted to them. While the stories are connected, they’re also largely separate until the end of the book, so there are two individual stories that never fully have the time to come together with much in the way of detail.
This not only affects the plot, however, but the character as well. With at least ten of them it’s difficult to set many of them apart, and they all sort of bleed into each other- simply displaying various shades of jerk. Speaking of, there’s little in the way of sympathetic characters in this book, running the gamut from mean to jealous and borderline abusive at times- and that’s without mentioning the murderer. Unfortunately, this is one of those books where the girls are all afraid of their boyfriends/potential boyfriends but just keep going back anyway. I actually can’t think of any male characters who didn’t get the ‘suddenly dangerous and looming’ treatment.
In addition, there’s so much that’s either implausible or made no sense whatsoever. This includes everything from small details (a literal torch used in the house, having never heard of Elvis Presley) to the entire plot twist at the end of the story, which went far beyond the normal suspension of disbelief required by a teen thriller/slasher novel. it was out there, even for an R. L. Stine book, and I remember some doozies from my time reading Goosebumps.
Overall, I had hopes but Beach House just ended up being a super-flawed story that totally went off the rails at the end.



