
The Seance in Apartment 10

I’ve read Ambrose Ibsen before, and know that he’s capable of better work than this. The Seance in Apartment 10 is, as the tagline suggests, a ghost story. (And a little bit more.) Its easy to read but if it were a meal for the mind, I’d call it a cheap diet perpetually-on-sale microwave dinner. Technically nutritious, but completely unsatisfying. The only bit of pleasant seasoning comes when there is finally the first true confrontation with the entity.
Unfortunately, it’s a dash where a cupful is needed in The Seance in Apartment 10. (Er, I have no idea why I’m stuck on food, sorry.) And because there was nothing to drag me into the story, it felt more like checking items off on a plot list rather than reading a novel. “Okay, we’ve had R, S, and T. Now we have to have a minor confrontation for U, a supposed escape at V…” etc. Even the ending, which should have been a slightly uneasy note to send the story on was a “And one last bit o’ spook to wrap it up, and we’re done! That’s a wrap, folks!”
Definitely not one of Ibsen’s better works. Technically competent, but completely lacking in personality, The Seance at Apartment 10 is a story that fades from your mind almost as soon as the words are read.