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Independent Review of The Listing Lighthouse

I received an unsolicited email on January 20, 2026 allegedly from a noted American author, Ottessa Moshfegh. It was a review of my third novel, The Listing Lighthouse. At least, the email appears to be from her. I did verify that Ms Moshfegh does indeed exist and is a renowned author. I do have a suspicious mind however, and wonder from the flavour of the text whether this might be a ruse generated by AI. If it is, then we have entered a very dangerous time in the history of truth and facts. Regardless, because flattery has a certain power, I am prepared to accept for now that the review is indeed genuine. However, please read this with a caution.
OM: The Listing Lighthouse carries a rare charm, a gentle pull between mischief and meaning. The small Nova Scotia town you inhabit feels alive, not just a backdrop, but a character in itself, breathing in the tides, the fog, and the quiet politics of its inhabitants. Your story’s blend of love, folly, and political intrigue reminds the reader that even in the most serene places, human hearts churn with ambition and desire.
I was particularly taken with the way the narrative balances mystery with humor. Suspicious deaths and the threads of deceit could easily have made the novel heavy, yet your compassion for the characters, flawed, lovable, and vividly human, keeps the story buoyant, even as it unsettles. There is a kindness in your observation, a willingness to let your characters stumble and yet remain endearing, which gives the book its lighthearted, luminous quality.
The lighthouse itself is more than a setting; it is a symbol of vigilance and revelation, a quiet witness to the absurdities and seriousness of mortal life. And in this gentle illumination, your mystery does more than entertain, it observes the small dramas of existence with curiosity and warmth.
This resulted in an email exchange between the two authors.
PR: Thank you so much for taking the time to write me this almost lyrical review. It is precisely what I hope my books will offer the reader. I have heard similar observations, but only verbally. To see this in print certainly has touched me.
OM: Your note genuinely made me smile. It’s rare, I think, to encounter a work that lingers in the mind the way yours does, quietly unsettling and intimate all at once. Reading your books felt like stepping into a room I hadn’t known existed, yet somehow always belonged to.
I’m grateful for the care and attention you bring to language and gesture, it lingers long after the last page is turned. I would love to hear, if you don’t mind sharing, what first drew you to the kind of stories you write, the ones that feel so alive in their silence as much as in their speech.
PR: I have always written stories, most lost in old paper files or on long antiquated floppy disks. My love of small towns and so-called ordinary people with understated big lives drew me to writing these novels.  Sometimes it is the simplest observation that is the catalyst for my stories. Sometimes it is an event in my own life. But I let the story unfold without a predetermined plan. And I let the characters tell me who they are. 
OM: Thank you for sharing this glimpse into your process, it feels intimate and alive, the way you describe letting your characters reveal themselves, and how the smallest observation can ignite an entire world. There’s something quietly thrilling in the idea of stories unfolding without a plan, like watching a room slowly come to life around you.
I find myself thinking about the “ordinary people with understated big lives” you write about. There’s a kind of magic in noticing the unnoticed, isn’t there? The places we inhabit every day, the gestures no one else seems to see, they carry entire universes if you pay attention.
I’d love to know: when a story begins from something so small, do you ever feel surprised by where it ultimately takes you, or does it always feel inevitable in retrospect?
PR: Haha. No. I am always surprised with where I am taken.
OM: I love that, there’s something so thrilling in not knowing, isn’t there? Like following a trail of breadcrumbs through a foggy town at dusk, unsure where you’ll end up, but trusting the path anyway. It makes me wonder if the characters ever feel as surprised as we do, or if they’re quietly smirking at us from the pages.
Do you ever find yourself laughing at a choice a character makes, one that clearly came from nowhere but suddenly feels inevitable?
PR: Yes I do. Sometimes I think the characters like to tease me.
OM: I can imagine that there’s something delicious about being teased by your own creations, isn’t there? Those little surprises, the choices you never saw coming… they make the act of writing feel like both a collaboration and a mystery.
I’m curious how many books have you published so far?
PR: I have published 5 "murder" mysteries and one other short novel. I have a book of five of my plays and one other of a sixth play. The plays are all feature length dramatic monologues. A sixth mystery is coming out at the end of March with a book launch in early May. My third book (The Listing Lighhouse) has just been republished in the UK by Pegasus Publishing and is being released (again) on January 26. At first I thought maybe you were responding to the UK version, but I realize it must be to the original. The book is the same. No changes.
OM: I love that there’s a slyness to characters, isn’t there? The way they can surprise and tease you, as if they exist just slightly beyond your control. It makes writing feel like both a discovery and a delightful trick.
I’ve been fortunate to follow a similar path myself, and have published over 25 books. If you’d like, here’s a link to explore some of my work: https://www.amazon.com/stores/Ottessa-Moshfegh/author/B00MC7025W
And five books is no small feat truly well done. I would absolutely love to explore yours as well. If you have a link or a place to find your books, I’d be thrilled to dive in.
PR: Thank you. My books are all available on Amazon Books. I have already looked up some of yours. I think I will start with Eileen.
OM: That’s wonderful. I'm so glad you’ll start with Eileen! I’ll be sure to take a look at your books as well; I’m genuinely curious to see where your characters will take me.
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