Reading for the Holidays

To say that I have too many books on my to-read pile is among the feeblest attempts at humor ever made, but I have nonetheless added a couple more. In no particular order…

  • The first anthology edited by noted poisoner and blackguard Jesse Bullington, Letters to Lovecraft, from Stone Skin Press
  • A trio of novellas from Innsmouth Free Press entitled Jazz Age Cthulhu, which contains work by Mr. Bones himself, Orrin Grey
  • A short story collection entitled Love & Other Poisons, from the proprietor of Innsmouth Free Press, Silvia Moreno-Garcia
  • A collection of inimitably Lovecraftian tales that tend experimental, published by Innsmouth Free Press, from Nick Mamatas: Nickronomicon
  • Of Parallel and Parcel, S. J. Chambers’ chapbook from Duhams Manor Press, shipping in December
"The Yule-rite, older than man and fated to survive him."

“The Yule-rite, older than man and fated to survive him.”

Happy Holidays and a Happy New Year to one and all.

The New Gothic

Cover for The New Gothic

The New Gothic

Some time back, I had the pleasure of receiving a copy of The New Gothic [Amazon | B&N | Powell’s], edited by Beth K. Lewis, from my friend, S. J. Chambers, who ran a contest on her blog connected with the story that she co-wrote for the anthology with Jesse Bullington. I can say with a clear conscience that I enjoyed reading it very much, however biased I might be, and I think you might like this book as well. It’s been reviewed at i09, among other places. It’s a good, short anthology featuring a number of truly powerful stories. What kind of stories?

“Gothic” is one of those terms that has mutated to cover a range, from a polite pseudonym for “horror” to a descriptor for Otranto and kin. The New Gothic showcases these variegations nicely, and I’d say the stories here fall into three camps. First are those in the Shirley Jackson/Daphne Du Maurier mode–translating the brooding emotion of the original Gothics into our time. While I enjoyed the book wholesale, I think the strongest stories in the book tend to fall into this range. Second come the stories that seem to me to spring more clearly from Gothic tropes (ghosts, the Devil, brooding moors), setting them either in the present or very clearly in a particular time. Third come the stories that are set in no particular time, or, from another angle, are timeless. The Gothic was in dialogue with itself early on, and the stories you’ll read here are a good representation of all that is vigorous and flourishing that could reasonably be called “Gothic.”

“Dive in Me,” Jesse & S.J.’s offering, is Dirty Southern Gothic. It paints a grungy, 1990s picture of Florida, centering on a trio of girls who are going to a Bad Place. Is it evil? Haunted? Not everything is fully explained, much like the cold water you’ll find in it. It’s a strong opening to the anthology, and it captures the time very well, bringing a fundamentally Gothic experience into a lush, overripe setting that seems built for the experience.

“The Fall of the Old Faith,” by Ed Martin, has mysteries at its heart, both a secret cult and a climax from which the camera turns at the last minute. Kurosawa said that being an artist means never averting your eyes, but in this case it makes sense. How troubled or sane is the narrator? Difficult to say, but it’s a more gentle madness than you’ll find in most of Poe or Lovecraft, and it feels authentic. The story gets some bonus points for its explicit frame, which really helps to evoke mood.

The biggest surprise to me in these pages was Laura Ellen Joyce‘s “The Death Bell.” The surprise comes not just from the story, but from the fact that I’d never heard of her, and the story is brilliant. Finding a writer whose work simply blows you away just isn’t an everyday experience, and I’m grateful for it. The story is short, and I can say little without ruining it (“there’s someone who sleeps, and also a date!”, but I would have counted reading this anthology a win for “The Death Bell” alone. I’ll be seeking out and reading more from this author.

Fi Michell‘s “The Debt Collector” is set in 1936 and plays with the tropes and the emotions of the Gothics, and it manages to breathe some new life into that tiredest of Gothic corpses, the vampire. Too often, that particular character is a caricature, or is defanged by adherence to clean, clear rules. Not so, here, and you’re sympathies will migrate along with your conclusions.

Those stories particularly struck my fancy, and I also very much enjoyed Dmetri Kakmi‘s “The Boy by the Gate” and Sean Logan‘s “Viola’s Second Husband.” I omit coverage of Ramsey Campbell’s story only because it is inimitably Ramsey Campbell, and therefore excellent; one can only shrug and marvel. If you like Gothic, if you like horror, or if you like the Weird, there’s something for you in this well-edited collection of stories. Kudos to the editor for putting together such a good book, and kudos to Stone Skin Press for making it an attractive book. So many paperbacks are cheaply made, and it’s a pleasure to hold something in your hand that feels durable, looks good, and will stand up to the rereading it deserves.

The New Gothic Will Eat You Alive

cover of The New Gothic

The Gothic lives.

Yesterday I received a copy of The New Gothic in the mail, courtesy my friend and intrepid correspondent, S.J. Chambers. This anthology is, no surprise, a collection of contemporary stories about the Gothic, edited by Beth K. Lewis and featuring a variety of writers, including the immortal Ramsey Campbell.

Last month S.J. held a book giveaway on her blog, where entrants could talk about Nirvana or the Gothic in the comments. I went straight for Nirvana and ended up babbling at some length, enough so that she sent me a copy to ensure that I never hog a comment thread again. What does Nirvana have to do with the Gothic? The story that S.J. co-wrote with friend Jesse Bullington for this anthology, published by Stone Skin Press, is set in Florida, and about it she says the following:

The story Jesse and I wrote is called “Dive In Me,” and is about three adolescent girls in the early 90s and their friendship that leads to staring into atramedous pits of both the literal and figurative senses.  Jesse has described it as “Daria goes to Hell,” and I’ve called it a “grunge-nightmare.”

I’ll have more to say about The New Gothic in due course, but for the nonce, here’s a link to Ed Grabianowski’s glowing io9 review, which includes this lovely tidbit:

Things get off to a terrifying start with Jesse Bullington and S.J. Chambers’ “Dive in Me.” It pushes so many horror buttons, from the crushing insecurity of youth to the simple fear of drowning, and it builds to a stunning climax, the kind where you’re sort of breathlessly turning each page as your eyes gradually get wider and wider. This one will stick in my head for a long time.