I read I’m the King of the Castle by Susan Hill for the 1970 Club hosted by Simon and Karen.

Description from Amazon UK for the Mass Market paperback edition published in 2014:
‘Some people are coming here today, now you will have a companion.’
But young Edmund Hooper doesn’t want anyone else in Warings, the rambling Victorian house he shares with his widowed father. Nevertheless Charles Kingshaw and his mother are soon installed and Edmund sets about persecuting his fearful new playmate.
From the dusty back rooms of Warings through the gloomy labyrinth of Hang Wood to the very top of Leydell Castle, Edmund pursues Charles, the balance of power slipping back and forth between bully and victim. With their parents oblivious, the situation speeds towards a crisis…
Darkly claustrophobic and morally ambiguous, Susan Hill weaves a classic tale of cruelty, power, and the dangerous games we play as children.
It is a depressing, tragic, heart-rending story about 11 year-old Charles Kingshaw’s misery and torture when he and his mother Helena, went to live at Warings, the home of Joseph Hooper and his bully of a son, Edmund, also aged 11. It’s well written, with well defined characters and I could easily visualise the setting, but I can’t say I enjoyed it. There is that awful sense of foreboding all the way through.
I really disliked Edmund who took great delight in terrorising Charles. As for the parents I was shocked at their behaviour and attitudes. Mrs Kingshaw is oblivious to what is going on between the boys and how much Charles fears Edmund. Charles is a sensitive boy, but smart and resourceful. He decides to run away, but Edmund follows him into Hang Wood and they lose their way. Charles can cope, but Edmund falls to pieces, cries like a baby, and injures himself falling into a stream. However, after the adults rescue them and they return to Warings Charles succumbs again to Edmund’s bullying, dominated by his cruelty. Things come to a climax when they all visit a ruined castle, where Charles is really the ‘King of the Castle’ and Edmund falls off a high wall. There is no way that all will end well. It reminded me of that sense of impending tragedy in The Lord of the Flies. It’s disturbing, dark and violent. The ending was inevitable and totally tragic.
I’ve had this book for a long time and can’t remember when or where I bought it, nor why I haven’t read it before now. My copy is a secondhand hardback published by Longman in 1970. The Introduction clarifies that Susan Hill wrote the book for adults. It’s a chilling novel that explores the extremes of childhood cruelty.



