It's almost time for spooky season, what are you reading to get festive? Horror is a genre saturated with shit but there are some nuggets of gold to be found.
Last October I read House of Leaves and The Fisherman and enjoyed both. Currently reading Dark Gods by T.E.D. Klein, but the first story (Children of the Kingdom) didn't live up to the hype for me, hoping the rest is better.
Pic related is coming in the mail, I'm excited.
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>what are you reading to get festive?
Brian Evenson's new collection of short stories I've been mostly happy with his stuff so far.
Looks interesting. What kind of horror is it?
Is Ballingrud's new book worth reading?
Robert Aickman, Algernon Blackwood, Ramsey Campbell, Robert W. Chambers, William Hope Hodgson, M. R. James, Thomas Ligotti, H. P. Lovecraft, Edgar Allan Poe, Clark Ashton Smith, etc.
He likes writing about paranoia and existential alienation, a lot of characters catching glimpses of the unknown just out of clear sight.
Here is a snip from NPR that sums it up rather nicely:
>This book could have been called Collected Paranoias. Every narrative manages to disturb the reader, to instill a sense of danger, a permeating feeling of confused anxiety. Nothing is what it seems, and there's always either something missing that should be there, or something where there should be nothing. In "Born Stillborn," a man deals with two therapists who may or may not be brothers — and may or may not be real. In "Leaking Out," a creature that shouldn't be absorbs a man. And in "The Second Door," language mutates imperceptibly as a brother and sister in an impossible place drift apart and morph into something new, capturing the sense of strangeness that unifies the collection:
>After a while — we had by then lost track of not only the day but also what month exactly it was — I realized that my sister had begun to speak in a language I could not understand. I cannot mark a moment when this change occurred. There must have been a period when she'd spoken it, or some mélange of English and this new tongue, and I, somehow, didn't notice, responding instead to her gestures or to what I thought she must have been saying. But then something, some sound, a clatter of metal falling, caught my attention and I looked for the tin or the pan that had been dropped and realized the sound was proceeding from her mouth.
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>The Fisherman
You should try Langan's new book. Some parts are pretty fucking weird but I still really got into them.
Don't get your hopes up
For Dark Gods or for Lake Monsters?
LM