Horror

Unsettling, disturbing, and brilliant in a twisted way, The Possession of Mr. Cave by Matt Haig is an intense read that fully commits to its narrative. Whether most readers are prepared for what that entails is an entirely different discussion (definitely check trigger warnings before hand). The “horror” moniker gets tossed around quite loosely these days, ranging from slashers to psychological insanity to anything that is vaguely related to the supernatural. This book however taps into the quiet, heavy, foreboding type of horror that occurs when someone is witnessing something horrific but can’t look away or stop it; it’s conceptualized like a modern Shakespearean tragedy. The character narration and story is made all the more uncomfortable by Haig’s very effective use of the 2nd person perspective that pulls you into the story and traps you in Bryony’s shoes. The way the novel constantly refers to Bryony as “you” hits home the perspective of the characters and the horrors of what a parent is capable of doing. Complemented by excellent writing and Haig’s now distinctive heavily introspective style, I found this novel to be unlike anything I’ve read in a long time, one that I didn’t necessarily enjoy reading but one…

Before you even consider picking up any Grady Hendrix novel, you need to ask yourself if off-the-wall zany hijinks and ironic pulp fiction is for you. If you’re not prepared to have an open mind for this type of experience, this should be a hard pass without looking back. I was somewhat familiar with Hendrix’s distinctive style of hysterical horror but even I found myself surprised and amused by how silly it can be all while delivering the plot with a straight face. We’re talking about a FUNeral service hosted by the Fellowship of Christian Puppeteers, a rousing rendition of The Saints Go Marching On played on kazoos only, protesting the 9/11 war by making paper mâché missiles shaped like penises, and countless pop culture references from the Shining to Freddy Krueger. And yet due to the commitment and execution, it somehow coherently works. The “Haunting” or supernatural elements in this book are also entirely of the possessed dolls (or more specifically, puppets) variety. While certainly creepy on its own and surprisingly quite violent at times (potential mild triggers of bodily harm and impairment), this can be a light-hearted haunting compared to other more sinister flavors. This style and content…

At long last I’ve finally read a mystery novel in 2023 with an actually compelling mystery full of surprises, who knew that the bar would be so low after so many contemporary novels in the genre fail to deliver on their basic premise. Home Before Dark is a quality mystery horror novel that follows a similar premise of the Haunting of Hill House refreshed through it’s unique split presentation told from Maggie’s Holt perspective in the present and her father Ewan Holt from 25 years ago via his published nonfiction book House of Horrors. It’s this split perspective narrative that helps separate Home Before Dark from the countless other “family moves into a house with history, bad things happen” storyline as you’re never quite sure how much authenticity House of Horror portrays as an unpredictable unreliable narrator. The two perspectives also contrast each other by their distinctive tones and beliefs with House of Horrors firmly portraying a haunted house with malevolent spirits vs Maggie’s perspective as a skeptic who just wants to know what actually happened in the house 25 years ago. The two split perspectives are done well and not only drop clues relevant to each other, but focus on…

My novella of choice for the obligatory spooky horror read for Halloween, this was an odd read that I have mixed feelings about. It really captures the gothic horror fairytale genre well and feels like a modern reimagining of Edgar Allen Poe’s literary style (in concept only unfortunately). The narrative themes of humanity and what constitutes being alive is interesting, if only the writing quality matched it. The writing is typically quite readable with great visuals but then Khaw forces complex and obscure vocabulary in randomly that derails the literary flow. It’s as if Khaw flipped open a thesaurus and actively tried to find the most obtuse and unheard of word to give the writing a more classical or educated flair (it doesn’t). You can deduce what the random words mean by using context clues and analyzing the sentence structure of the passage, but the fact that you’re able to do that just shows how out of the place the vocabulary is when the rest of the writing is straightforward and simplistic. Not only that, the writing itself suddenly drops the vague attempt at old English about 30-40 pages in which is also a welcome relief since it wasn’t ever…