SFFWorld Countdown to Halloween 2015

I will get to a few of those radio plays, but I wish there was more time in the day.

The Cornell sounds like fun and your description reminded me of Phil Rickman's Curfew just as I saw your mention of his Merrily Watkins series.

"Caterpillars" is one of the great short horror stories. It insinuates itself, burrows in, and the final revelation is discomforting. Benson was probably only second to M. R. James for finding variations on the ghost story and delivering the goods.


Randy M.
 
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Ghost Love 2: “The Beckoning Fair One” by Oliver Onions

From birdsong to the clop of horses to the voices of children to an itinerant musician, sounds blended into the of Paul Oleron’s life, filling his days often without him really noticing.

Some sounds, though, innocuous in and of themselves, just don’t belong and the gradual realization of one such, changes his life.


If not for “Turn of the Screw” this could be argued the greatest ghost story of the 20th century. Onion’s – the author’s real name was George Oliver Onions – novella accretes, elements of the haunting introduced in dribs and drabs, building toward the moment when the full effect is realized.

Where “How Love Came to Professor Guildea” seems to me M. R. Jamesian with its view of the Professor with his intellectual hubris leading to his haunting, this one feels more Henry Jamesian, its focus on the confirmed bachelor too immersed in his daily concerns to notice or acknowledge love and undone by the fascination he finds in his new companion in his new home. I rather wonder if Henry James ever read this and if so what he thought of it.


Randy M.
 
THE CYPRESS HOUSE by Michael Koryta (2012; Little, Brown and Company)

They’d been on the train for five hours before Arlen Wagner saw the first of the dead men.
--first sentence of The Cypress House

Since fighting in the Belleau Woods, Arlen Wagner has seen which people are about to die. Wagner and his young friend, Paul Brickhill are traveling from a finished job on a Civilian Conservation Corp project in Alabama to Florida to build a bridge between the Keys when Arlen begins to see all of them as skeletons.

Wagner convinces Brickhill of the danger of continuing on, but not the others. Later he and Brickhill hear of a hurricane that devastated the Keys (historically accurate), but are already embroiled in another adventure after meeting Rebecca Cady, proprietor of a decaying inn on a picturesque bay, and not long after her brother, fresh out of prison. Judge Wade has an interest in the Inn and he rules the nearest small town with his enforcer, Sheriff Tolliver, and McGrath and his sons, who are even more dangerous than the sheriff. Prohibition is few years gone, so what business does Tolliver run, why does he need the Inn and how does he keep the Cadys under his thumb?

More so than in The Ridge Koryta has to build his setting and characters, folding in references to things no longer used or well-known in such a way that the reader understands and continues on, his or her reading unimpeded. Set in 1935, The Cypress House moves along at a spritely pace even as it introduces the reader to its Florida setting and builds character: Wagner’s mental state at times seems to border on shell shock, which we now call Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. As a teenager he saw his father exercise a similar gift to his own, witnessed his father’s murder, saw men in combat die in spite of his efforts, and often resorts to self-medicating with liquor. Brickhill, a young man with instinctive engineering skills, exhibits all the enthusiasm of childhood but has taken on some of the responsibilities of an adult; at times he struggles between youth and adulthood, and also struggles with loyalty, love and ambition. In him, Wagner sees some hope and does what he can to further Paul’s ambitions.

If there is a weakness to the book, it is the character of Rebecca Cady. She is the beautiful woman who comes between the two men, although not intentionally. As stereotypical as that sounds, Koryta does a good job of depicting her as capable and tough when necessary, a survivor whose loyalties are not clear until near the novel’s end. Much of what happens in the novel swirls around her family’s ties to Judge Wade and his enterprises. Recognizing impending death in his allies and friends prods Arlen into action.

As a historical thriller, to my ear it is true to the time and the people, from their actions to their speech patterns. As with The Ridge I appreciate how the characters do not insist on disbelieving once overwhelming evidence points to the supernatural (except for one, for a reason that works in the context of the story) and here I especially appreciate that Koryta does not opt for the pacing and inconsequential action scenes of adventure movies: What happens takes place over weeks and the consequences of action include pain and death and guilt and anguish. No one who survives walks away unscarred as the thriller slowly evolves into a story of redemption, of atoning for past sins and failures, and of fighting for those you love.


Other Southern supernatural:
Manly Wade Wellman: Who Fears the Devil? (collection)
Davis Grubb: Twelve Tales of Suspense and the Supernatural
Lucius Shepard: Softspoken
Ann Rice: Interview with a Vampire
Poppy Z. Brite: Wormwood (collection)
Catlin Kiernan: Threshold
John Horner Jacobs: Southern Gods
 
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That’s A Wrap: “Lot No. 249” (starts mid-page) & “The Ring of Thoth” by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, best known for his stories about Sherlock Holmes and Professor Challenger, occasionally dipped a toe into supernatural fiction. These are two of his best and may have influenced the early mummy movies from Universal Studios. (Bram Stoker’s The Jewel of the Seven Stars is also said to have been an influence.) Note that “Lot No. 249” has a scene M. R. James might have envied: Our hero, Abercrombie Smith, stops a moment outside a friend’s house at night and -- well, that would be a spoiler.


Randy M.
 
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Ghost Love 3: “Amore Dure” by Vernon Lee

I often examine these tragic portraits, wondering what this face, which led so many men to their death, may have been like when it spoke or smiled, what at the moment when Medea da Carpi fascinated her victims into love unto death -- "Amour Dure -- Dure Amour," as runs her device -- love that lasts, cruel love -- yes indeed, when one thinks of the fidelity and fate of her lovers.


Composed of extracts from his diary, “Amour Dure” tells of Spiridion Trepka, historian and art critic come to Urbania, Italy, funded by the German government to write its history. Even on arrival he is aware of Medea da Carpi, a name he initially aligns with that of Lucretia Borgia. Delving into the documents of Urbania uncovers more information on the part she played in the past, gradually becoming fascinated with her.

This has been a favorite since I first read it over ten years ago. I find especially effective the way in which the tone changes from young, self-effacing scholar to eager researcher to single-minded obsessive.



Randy M.
 
MAYHEM by Sarah Pinborough (2014;Jo Fletcher [Quercus])

”You cannot see it,” he whispered, eventually. “You cannot.” He smiled at her, and she found that she was sobbing. “But I will tell you a secret,” he whispered into her ear. There was a moment’s pause, and in it she held her terrified breath.

“It can see you.”
--from Mayhem

”I presume he wanted to get to her internal organs – the ones we don’t have – and he didn’t want to open her up through the stomach for some reason of his own purpose – although who can begin to reason the purpose of a madman.”

“If anyone can, Thomas,” Charles smiled, “it’s you.”
--from Mayhem

From May through July of 1887 in Rainham, Essex, along the Thames River, parts of a woman’s body were discovered, some wrapped in canvas and some in sacking, until nearly the whole body was pieced together, except for her head.

In October of 1888, also near the Thames, another torso was uncovered, this time on the site of the construction of the new Police Headquarters. Police surgeon and precursor of current forensic pathologists, Dr. Thomas Bond views the body at the scene. During his career Bond has exerted himself to understand the mind of a killer and analyze motivation, but this discovery troubles him even more than the concurrent crimes of Jack the Ripper.

For Bond, Jack seems a crazed but understandable man but the Torso Killer’s motives are more obscure, and so more disturbing. Even before the discovery of the torso Bond was having trouble sleeping. Throughout this summer violence has been more rampant than most, and he and his colleague and friend, Dr. Charles Hibbert, more than usually busy with the Ripper’s victims and the copy cats those crimes incite. Though not a believer in the supernatural, Bond has a presentiment of evil hovering over London, and feels in the streets a macabre atmosphere compounded of excitement and dread expectation. Even the normally cheery and unimaginative Dr. Hibbert seems to share Bond’s presentiment, his sleep troubled by the events of the summer as well.

What respite Dr. Bond finds comes from his interactions with Dr. Hibbert’s family, yet even that is compromised since his attraction to Hibbert’s daughter, Juliana, cannot be expressed as she becomes engaged to and marries James Harrington, a successful young businessman. Her subsequent pregnancy lightens the family mood briefly, but also forces Dr. Bond to struggle with his feelings. Increasingly, though, the investigation for the Torso Killer monopolizes his attention and convinces him of the imminence of evil.

Pinborough presents a wealth of characters, among them Investigator Moore, Elizabeth Jackson, who knows the killer, an Italian priest who declares himself a special emissary from the Vatican charged with destroying the evil hovering over London, and Aaron Kosminski. She divides her novel into sections devoted to the viewpoints of several of these characters, and the chapters devoted to Kosminski, whose visions of violence and blood had previously convinced his family to emigrate from Poland to avoid pogroms that killed many of their friends and neighbors, are especially strong. Again subject to visions, this time of the butchering of young women and of water, Bond at first considers him insane. But when his dreams, Kosminski’s visions and the priest’s pronouncements begin to correlate, what had seemed insane becomes plausible.

Mayhem is based on actual events: The Thames Torso Killer stalked London from the summer of 1888 through autumn of 1889. If not as well known as Jack, the killings were every bit as disquieting and frightening, and like Jack the Ripper’s murders remain unsolved. Dr. Thomas Bond was in fact a police surgeon at that time, visiting the sites where the Torso Killer’s victims were found as well as the sites of Jack the Ripper’s murders. Pinborough presents her novel as a mystery, using Bond as the focus for arraying and sorting the clues toward a solution of the puzzle. Meanwhile, the reader knows who the killer is from early on so the book becomes a cat and mouse game, and Bond’s dreams and his visions, along with the visions of Kozminski and the knowledge of the Italian priest, are as vital to their investigation as Bond’s medical acumen.

I have small criticisms. First, the novel’s ending felt rushed. This could be explained by the existence of a sequel; Murder is already out in the U.K. and in hardcover in the U.S. (paperback scheduled for February 2016). Also, I believe the material Pinborough has used would sustain a more searching novel, exploring the London of the time and reactions to the murders of both serial killers. Those quibbles aside, I was entertained by Mayhem. Pinborough writes briskly and to the point. The shifts in point of view work, as does the use of newspaper clippings (whether real or made up by Pinborough, I don’t know). The level of detail, the plausible nature of her characters and their reactions to events, her ability to set her scene, describe her setting and evoke some of the fear and excitement permeating London at that time work, and not least because she portrays it mainly through the eyes of a sympathetic murder victim and of a man from our past whose work still echoes in our time.


Other London terrors:
The Lodger by Marie Belloc Lowndes
The Somnambulist by Jonathan Barnes
Midnight Riot by Ben Aaronovitch
“Sagittarius” by Ray Russell (from Haunted Castles)
 
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Crimson Lust: “The Room in the Tower” by E. F. Benson

"Jack will show you your room: I have given you the room in the tower."

Precognition plays a large role in many stories and gives this particular story an eerie edge. Why dream of the room in the tower? And what do you do when you finally see it?

While best known for his humorous tales of Mapp and Lucia, when you run out of stories by M. R. James, E. F. Benson is your next best bet for a wide variety of ghost stories. He tells his stories with a calm directness that emphasizes rather than diminishes their effect. This is one of his most famous and often-anthologized ghost stories.


Randy M.
 
I finished Something Wicked This Way Comes today. I have rather mixed feelings about it. First I must admit that for the past six months or so I've had a difficult time concentrating on most books I've picked up, so I'm sure that has effected my enjoyment of this book as well.

Where I enjoyed Bradbury's wordiness in The Halloween Tree, I got a bit overwhelmed by it in Something Wicked. It distracted me from the story and there were times when I just wanted him to shut up and get on with it. I did think he did quite a good job of evoking childhood, and growing pains/changing friendships, and basically human relationships in general. On the other hand, while I enjoyed his themes, I felt he got a bit heavy handed with them. I felt like saying, "I get it, Ray, there's no need to beat me over the head with it!" I found the climax quite suspenseful and enjoyed it immensely. Overall, I'm happy I spent the time reading the book. I'll most likely give it a reread sometime when I'm finding it easier to be interested in and concentrate on my reading.

Since I am having such a hard time concentrating on longer works, it's probably the perfect time to take advantage of all these links that Randy has been posting. Short stories may be the perfect answer. Thanks for all your hard work, Randy, on compiling and presenting all this information! :)
 
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WYSIWYG, sort of: “The Spider” by Hans Heinz Ewer

I'm hard-pressed for anything to say about this story -- too easy to spoil. And saying anything about Ewer, a Nazi eventually turned on by the party, is no easier. I will say, "The Spider" is both creepy and disturbing.


Randy M.
 
I finished Something Wicked This Way Comes today. I have rather mixed feelings about it. First I must admit that for the past six months or so I've had a difficult time concentrating on most books I've picked up, so I'm sure that has effected my enjoyment of this book as well.

Where I enjoyed Bradbury's wordiness in The Halloween Tree, I got a bit overwhelmed by it in Something Wicked. It distracted me from the story and there were times when I just wanted him to shut up and get on with it. I did think he did quite a good job of evoking childhood, and growing pains/changing friendships, and basically human relationships in general. On the other hand, while I enjoyed his themes, I felt he got a bit heavy handed with them. I felt like saying, "I get it, Ray, there's no need to beat me over the head with it!" I found the climax quite suspenseful and enjoyed it immensely. Overall, I'm happy I spent the time reading the book. I'll most likely give it a reread sometime when I'm finding it easier to be interested in and concentrate on my reading.

Didn't want to say it before you read it, but I've had a love/hate affair with the novel every time I've read it. Part of that, you've identified: C'mon, Ray, get on with it. Another part, for me the ending is not entirely convincing. Still, I find the positives outweigh the negatives.

For what it's worth, I usually read it in conjunction with Charles Finney's The Circus of Dr. Lao, which I expect Bradbury was aware of when writing Something ...

Since I am having such a hard time concentrating on longer works, it's probably the perfect time to take advantage of all these links that Randy has been posting. Short stories may be the perfect answer. Thanks for all your hard work, Randy, on compiling and presenting all this information! :)

Thank you, Julialynn. I hope you find something that entertains.

Just to note, shorter short stories include, the stories by Robert Bloch and E. F. Benson, and "The Hands of Mr. Ottermole," "The Bureau d'Echange de Maux," and "Fishhead." I occasionally find I'm just not in the mood for something long and involved, but that reading something I can finish quickly helps me get in the mindset for a longer work.

Randy M.
 
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Saturday:
Things Unseen: “The Damned Thing” by Ambrose Bierce

A man though naked may be in rags

One of the earliest stories I read that decided me I enjoyed being scared. What M. R. James called "a pleasing terror."

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Sunday:
Ghost Love 4: “Smoke Ghost” by Fritz Leiber

Why does the ghost follow him? What does it want? How can he stop it?

I expect the ghost/horror story was already moving away from the story-telling of Lovecraft and M. R. James by the time this was first published (1941), but I think if read in the context of what was being published at the time it feels like a game-changer. For me, it still packs a charge.
 
Didn't want to say it before you read it, but I've had a love/hate affair with the novel every time I've read it. Part of that, you've identified: C'mon, Ray, get on with it. Another part, for me the ending is not entirely convincing. Still, I find the positives outweigh the negatives.

I agree with you about the ending. However, it is sentimental and I can be a sucker for sentimentality sometimes.

For what it's worth, I usually read it in conjunction with Charles Finney's The Circus of Dr. Lao, which I expect Bradbury was aware of when writing Something ...

I'd never even heard of the Circus of Dr. Lao until I started lurking around here. Now I've seen several favorable references to it by different people and it's really piqued my interest. Unfortunately, it's not available as an ebook at this time which is my preferred choice of reading. I started looking for it on Amazon and saw a version first published in 1956 entitled The Circus of Dr. Lao and Other Improbable Stories edited by Ray Bradbury, so you called that one! I think I will purchase a copy of the book, but probably choose an edition that contains the original illustrations by Boris Artzybasheff as I was looking at his artwork online and really liked it.



Just to note, shorter short stories include, the stories by Robert Bloch and E. F. Benson, and "The Hands of Mr. Ottermole," "The Bureau d'Echange de Maux," and "Fishhead." I occasionally find I'm just not in the mood for something long and involved, but that reading something I can finish quickly helps me get in the mindset for a longer work.

Randy M.

Thanks for pointing me towards the shorter stories that was really nice of you.

Last night I looked at the link that Hobbit gave of the radio plays. I ended up listening to How Love Came to Professor Guildea. I enjoyed it, and now feel the need to read the story to see how it compares to the adaptation.
 
That's one I've not listened to yet, Julia: pleased you enjoyed it! There's quite a few to go at.
 
THE NIGHTWALKER by Thomas Tessier (Perennial, 1980; Leisure, 2008)

He had only been in Harrods twice before, but something about the place bothered him. Not the store itself, he decided, although he always felt he should be wearing a suit and tie when he set foot inside it and he hated wearing suits, but rather the shoppers. All these people moving about, busy, preoccupied and methodical, enjoying themselves spending money. Impulsive or discerning, it didn’t matter; as a group they radiated an air of confidence and self-assurance, as if this was a basic part of the larger cycle of their lives. They knew what they were doing, even the many tourists in their peculiar way. In the midst of them all, Ives felt like a random item in a building full of specifics.
—from chapter 1​



If only I could send a message to the people of London: Hyde Park is mine, so stay out. Trespassers will be prosecuted. Without warning. Yes, that would be fantastic. Robert Ives, custodian. Keeper of the crypt. That’s what it was, Hyde Park, a vast crypt. How many dead lie here beneath the grass and footpaths? From the plagues, the fires, the hangings … centuries of dead. Count the skulls and bones, keeper. As many as died at Belsen, or more, in this, one of the most popular spots in London. These are my children. […]
– from chapter 24​


Bobby Ives, veteran of Vietnam living in London on a military pension, is going insane. Maybe.

One morning smoke fills his apartment and the corridor outside; another lodger has almost set fire to the building. Ives finds the burning pot on the man’s stove just in time then barely stops himself from beating the man to death. Ives doesn’t know why he flew into a rage or how to stop it.

Ives’ apartment house sits near Hyde Park. When not in his room, he wanders the Park, at home there and feeling connection to the park and something like serenity along its paths and in its woods. Once, while meandering in the park, he had blacked out or, what he truly believes, experienced a revelation of having lived previously, a life on an island called Guadeloupe where a brother he doesn’t remember had just died and left him a plantation. Life there was good until the night he was killed.

Ives suspects that Guadeloupe was not his only previous life, and it certainly was not his first brush with death. While in Vietnam he had nearly died at the hands of a girl who had just killed another soldier. Now he wonders if Vietnam and Guadeloupe were just sites along a journey toward a self-rationalizing satisfaction in death and blood. Can he control it or will it control him?

Essentially a character study, The Nightwalker scrutinizes the conscience of Bobby Ives as he struggles to keep from dissolving before the strength and desires of another Bobby Ives. He is unwilling to believe in his girlfriend’s rational thoughts about or her doctor’s medical explanations of what he is experiencing; they do not fully explain the force he feels emerging from within himself and instead relies on a psychic, Miss Tanith, who recognizes his struggle.

In the afterward to the Leisure edition, Tessier recalls that at the time of writing he only knew of two books with lycanthrope as the subject, Jack Williamson’s Darker than You Think and Guy Endore’s The Werewolf of Paris. Taken by Endore’s psychological approach, he explores the life of Bobby Ives, noting experiences that form him, his glory in his power and the after-effects on Bobby physically and mentally, never quite committing to a supernatural explanation though suggesting that the supernatural cannot be discounted.

Introducing the Leisure edition, Jack Ketchum likens Miss Tanith to the old gypsy woman in the Universal Wolfman movies of the 1940s. There are other parallels as well in Bobby’s guilt, his fight to subdue the animal that seems to be taking him over, and the threat he poses to his loved ones. Bobby Ives is as pathetic as Laurence Talbot from those movies and just as dangerous. While not as taken with this novel as I was with Tessier’s Finishing Touches, I’m still impressed by Tessier’s mastery at depicting a man’s gradual slide into decadence and evil. His prose is pared and exact, incantatory when appropriate, and at times lyrical.


Note that there is some graphically described violence in the novel but for a dark read in October, you can hardly do better than this.


Where wolves?
“The Revel” by John Langan (also found in, The Wide, Carnivorous Sky, 2012)
“Boobs” by Suzy McKee Charnas (also found in Stagestruck Vampires and Other Phantoms, 2004)
Sharp Teeth by Toby Barlow
 
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Science, Weird 1: “Rappaccini’s Daughter” by Nathaniel Hawthorne

On my list for rereading, this is one of Hawthorne’s best-known and most frequently anthologized stories.

Much of Hawthorne’s work deals in allegory and as I recall this is not an exception.


Randy M.
 
IN THE FOREST OF FORGETTING by Theodora Goss (Prime Books, 2007)


Along this lane came a sudden gust of wind, detaching an oak leaf from its branch, detaching the spiderweb from its fence, sweeping them along with puffs of mist so that they tumbled together, like something one might find under a bureau: a tattered collection of gray fluff, brown paper, and string. As this collection tumbled down the lane, it began to extend upward like a whirlwind, and then to solidify. Soon, where there had been a leaf, and a spiderweb speckled with rain, there was now a plain but neat gray dress with white collar and cuffs, and brown hair pulled back in a neat but very plain bun, and a small white nose, and a pair of serious but very clear gray eyes. Beneath the dress, held up by small white hands so that its hem would not touch the sodden lane, were a pair of plain brown boots. And as they stepped carefully among the puddles, sending the mist swirling before them, they gathered not a single speck of mud.
-- from “Miss Emily Gray”​


With this collection Theodora Goss has written with grace, style and wit modern fairy tales that are neither as grim as Grimms’ nor as relentlessly optimistic and cheery as Disney’s. Though she sometimes leans toward the former, of the sixteen stories only the story quoted above, “Letters from Budapest,” “Conrad” and maybe “A Statement in the Case” would fit comfortably in most horror anthologies. And yet there is darkness here because in these tales death is a constant companion.

"The Rose in Twelve Petals":
Sleeping Beauty retold, merging in the history and myth of Great Britain, and contrasting the beauty of myth against the drabness of quotidian life. Beautifully written and well-considered.

"Professor Berkowitz Stands on the Threshold":
Professor Berkowitz's ability to identify and appreciate the oddness of the perspective in the short, small body of work by a long gone writer earns him a chance to see the numinous, to experience the fantastic. But there is a condition.

“The Rapid Advance of Sorrow”:
“Sorrow: A feeling of grief or melancholy,” the narrator writes. It is also a city and its art seeps into the surrounding world, a cold art, an invasion of sorts, affecting the narrator and his love as the snows come. This would be interesting reading alongside some of the stories from Mark Samuels’ The Man Who Collected Machen.

"Lily, with Clouds":
Eleanor strides through her town with a sense of ownership and sure knowledge of what is right and appropriate. Her sister, Lily, neither right nor appropriate, has returned from the city to die. Eleanor is a bit scandalized by aspects of Lily’s life, but there is something different about Lily, who had never been in step with Eleanor or the rest of their family, and something haunting in the pictures Lily’s late husband painted of her.

"In the Forest of Forgetting":
A woman wearing a white, backless sheath enters a forest and meets a witch who removes her "lumps." Afterward the woman into flees the forest, where she meets more people who offer her different names, none of which quite suit her. More allegorical than the other stories, this seems to be about a cancer victim. My least favorite story, but the writing is still beautiful and the title is evocative.

"Sleeping with Bears":
A young woman's sister is married to a very charming bear with a good social standing. But why a bear? Something about this made me think of John Collier, and like Collier as whimsical and light as the description sounds the story proceeds with ruthless logic and ends with insight.

"Letters from Budapest":
If the State does not support your expression, your expression will be suppressed; if you persist, the State may raise the price. But what if you persist underground? The cost is not always money. The price of art may be more personal than money.

“A Statement in the Case”:
Someone has to care for the old ways.

“Death Comes for Ervina”:
Memories and expectations, some met and some not, flood Ervina when her friend and former lover, Victor Boyd, visits.

“The Belt”:
One possible post-script to, “They lived happily ever after.”

“Phalaenopsis”:
John’s journey, guided by an orchid and bolstered by the faith of Brother Martin.

"Pip and the Fairies":
This one starts from a premise similar to one strand of narrative in Gone Girl as we follow a young woman well-known as the model of a character in a series of children's books. But this young woman has lost her mother and the loss rekindles her desire for the fantasy world she remembers, the one her mother based her books on.

“Conrad”:
A young boy in big house, sick and under the care of his Aunt Susan and her very good friend, Dr.Stanton. He is convinced his aunt wants him dead and he is certain Nurse Gray is an extension of his aunt’s will. And yet, …

Though the internal evidence is thin, it is possible that “Conrad” connects to the following group of stories:

"Miss Emily Gray"
"The Wings of Meister Wilhelm"
"Lessons with Miss Gray"
:
The town of Ashton, North Carolina seems to share features with the small towns of Ray Bradbury's mid-west or Stephen King's Maine in that odd things happen there. These stories are spread out from mid-way through the collection, but offer us recountings of events in Ashton in the early part of the 20th century. The first introduces us to Miss Gray: Shortly after Genevieve wishes for more freedom, Miss Gray becomes her nanny. Wishes granted may still be not what you wished for.

In "The Wings of Meister Wilhelm" young Rose finds she is not a violinist, that the people closest to her are not always who she thought they were, and that a grand dream may be worth chasing even if it causes pain and loss.

In "Lessons with Miss Gray," Rose reappears in company with her friends Melody, Emma, and Justina. Being reporters this week isn't quite fulfilling enough. Miss Gray's ad in the local paper indicates it's time to become witches. Of course wishes have consequences, some of them unexpected and unwanted; but then life is like that, too.

I hope Goss is continuing her stories of Ashton. A sizable collection of them might still not be enough to satisfy my wishes.

This is a formidable collection, well-written and expansive, leaning toward the darkness of fairy tales without ever giving in to despair, and reminding us that while mortality includes suffering and pain, they may be mitigated by imagination and compassion and hope.


Other collections of similar interest:
The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories by Angela Carter
In the Palace of Repose by Holly Phillips
Holiday by M. Rickert (second of two books discussed in that post)
 
IN THE FOREST OF FORGETTING by Theodora Goss (Prime Books, 2007)


Along this lane came a sudden gust of wind, detaching an oak leaf from its branch, detaching the spiderweb from its fence, sweeping them along with puffs of mist so that they tumbled together, like something one might find under a bureau: a tattered collection of gray fluff, brown paper, and string. As this collection tumbled down the lane, it began to extend upward like a whirlwind, and then to solidify. Soon, where there had been a leaf, and a spiderweb speckled with rain, there was now a plain but neat gray dress with white collar and cuffs, and brown hair pulled back in a neat but very plain bun, and a small white nose, and a pair of serious but very clear gray eyes. Beneath the dress, held up by small white hands so that its hem would not touch the sodden lane, were a pair of plain brown boots. And as they stepped carefully among the puddles, sending the mist swirling before them, they gathered not a single speck of mud.
-- from “Miss Emily Gray”​


With this collection Theodora Goss has written with grace, style and wit modern fairy tales that are neither as grim as Grimms’ nor as relentlessly optimistic and cheery as Disney’s. Though she sometimes leans toward the former, of the sixteen stories only the story quoted above, “Letters from Budapest,” “Conrad” and maybe “A Statement in the Case” would fit comfortably in most horror anthologies. And yet there is darkness here because in these tales death is a constant companion.

"The Rose in Twelve Petals":
Sleeping Beauty retold, merging in the history and myth of Great Britain, and contrasting the beauty of myth against the drabness of quotidian life. Beautifully written and well-considered.

"Professor Berkowitz Stands on the Threshold":
Professor Berkowitz's ability to identify and appreciate the oddness of the perspective in the short, small body of work by a long gone writer earns him a chance to see the numinous, to experience the fantastic. But there is a condition.

“The Rapid Advance of Sorrow”:
“Sorrow: A feeling of grief or melancholy,” the narrator writes. It is also a city and its art seeps into the surrounding world, a cold art, an invasion of sorts, affecting the narrator and his love as the snows come. This would be interesting reading alongside some of the stories from Mark Samuels’ The Man Who Collected Machen.

"Lily, with Clouds":
Eleanor strides through her town with a sense of ownership and sure knowledge of what is right and appropriate. Her sister, Lily, neither right nor appropriate, has returned from the city to die. Eleanor is a bit scandalized by aspects of Lily’s life, but there is something different about Lily, who had never been in step with Eleanor or the rest of their family, and something haunting in the pictures Lily’s late husband painted of her.

"In the Forest of Forgetting":
A woman wearing a white, backless sheath enters a forest and meets a witch who removes her "lumps." Afterward the woman into flees the forest, where she meets more people who offer her different names, none of which quite suit her. More allegorical than the other stories, this seems to be about a cancer victim. My least favorite story, but the writing is still beautiful and the title is evocative.

"Sleeping with Bears":
A young woman's sister is married to a very charming bear with a good social standing. But why a bear? Something about this made me think of John Collier, and like Collier as whimsical and light as the description sounds the story proceeds with ruthless logic and ends with insight.

"Letters from Budapest":
If the State does not support your expression, your expression will be suppressed; if you persist, the State may raise the price. But what if you persist underground? The cost is not always money. The price of art may be more personal than money.

“A Statement in the Case”:
Someone has to care for the old ways.

“Death Comes for Ervina”:
Memories and expectations, some met and some not, flood Ervina when her friend and former lover, Victor Boyd, visits.

“The Belt”:
One possible post-script to, “They lived happily ever after.”

“Phalaenopsis”:
John’s journey, guided by an orchid and bolstered by the faith of Brother Martin.

"Pip and the Fairies":
This one starts from a premise similar to one strand of narrative in Gone Girl as we follow a young woman well-known as the model of a character in a series of children's books. But this young woman has lost her mother and the loss rekindles her desire for the fantasy world she remembers, the one her mother based her books on.

“Conrad”:
A young boy in big house, sick and under the care of his Aunt Susan and her very good friend, Dr.Stanton. He is convinced his aunt wants him dead and he is certain Nurse Gray is an extension of his aunt’s will. And yet, …

Though the internal evidence is thin, it is possible that “Conrad” connects to the following group of stories:

"Miss Emily Gray"
"The Wings of Meister Wilhelm"
"Lessons with Miss Gray"
:
The town of Ashton, North Carolina seems to share features with the small towns of Ray Bradbury's mid-west or Stephen King's Maine in that odd things happen there. These stories are spread out from mid-way through the collection, but offer us recountings of events in Ashton in the early part of the 20th century. The first introduces us to Miss Gray: Shortly after Genevieve wishes for more freedom, Miss Gray becomes her nanny. Wishes granted may still be not what you wished for.

In "The Wings of Meister Wilhelm" young Rose finds she is not a violinist, that the people closest to her are not always who she thought they were, and that a grand dream may be worth chasing even if it causes pain and loss.

In "Lessons with Miss Gray," Rose reappears in company with her friends Melody, Emma, and Justina. Being reporters this week isn't quite fulfilling enough. Miss Gray's ad in the local paper indicates it's time to become witches. Of course wishes have consequences, some of them unexpected and unwanted; but then life is like that, too.

I hope Goss is continuing her stories of Ashton. A sizable collection of them might still not be enough to satisfy my wishes.

This is a formidable collection, well-written and expansive, leaning toward the darkness of fairy tales without ever giving in to despair, and reminding us that while mortality includes suffering and pain, they may be mitigated by imagination and compassion and hope.


Other collections of similar interest:
The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories by Angela Carter
In the Palace of Repose by Holly Phillips
Holiday by M. Rickert (second of two books discussed in that post)

The eBook version of this is only $4.49 USD. I snapped it up as it sounds really intriguing to me. :)

eta: the cover art is gorgeous!
 

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