I just love this woman. Enriquez has a signature scent to her writing, one that conjured up images of bone shards and blood mingled with mud. This table-shaking tome offers up so much: Argentinian mysticism, the (literal) cult of family, political trauma, queer experiences and an attempt to escape the tugs of fate. An enriching and grisly read.
A man dealing with the sudden death of his wife then has to deal with the evil that follows him even when he tries running away. A little omniscient technology horror, a little haunted house horror, a little Mexican folklore horror. And Moreno's writing, Moreno's writing, Moreno's writing. Intimately written in the second person POV as if we were Thiago's wife. Funny, poetic, sharp and round. (Also a good soft eerie horror for the newbies.)
Everything starts normal enough, you know, a hypothetical hot tub full of shit kind of normal. But then everything begins to ooze and build and she just wants to be the perfect wife, the perfect woman. Kill the bacteria, save your family. Buy the healthy snacks, save your family. Do whatever you can, save your family. Enjoy with jellied salmon, Chicken à la King, and a wine cooler or five. A quirky, gruesome, fresh horror that will rival the classics.The trashier (in a good way) cousin of A Certain Hunger and the 60's housewife sister of Nightbitch
Hard to put down! Very readable like chips are very eatable; you can't have just one. It tickled my behind-the-scenes of the Bachelor itch and hit me in my PNW heart. Allen really brought out the stops for this horror comedy with just the right amount of camp and believability. Come on, this lady sasquatch just wants to cuddle.
I can hear the untold depths whispering now and it's this book's fault.
A slasher, on the set of The Bachelor, plus a host of morally questionable lesbians. I loved every single one of these terrible girls, and then I loved watching their terrible fates unfold.
"...and so I held my breath and thought about screaming and imagined the ocean coming to an end."
I can't even with this. What right has Julia Armfield to write such a soul-stirring piece of fiction? This book eddied the dark waters in my stomach and squeezed my heart until it ached and lolled limp in my chest. You are given just enough, the rest is laid vast, like the pitch black of the endless sea.
Drowning can cause hypoxia, or low levels of oxygen in your body, and the symptoms are confusion, restlessness, difficulty breathing, quickened heart rate, and bluish skin. This book is like a slow descent into the darkest parts of the ocean and ourselves, and at the center of the abyss is a drowning love story disintegrating as all those symptoms set in.
If the pages of this gruesome horror dystopia could make sounds, they would include the following: SNIP SNIP, AHHHH!, FFFFFFFT, PEW PEW, SHLUNK, PLOP, PBBBT, SNIFF SNIFF, CREAAAAAAAAAK, AHHHHHHH!, SWOOOSH, MMMM, CHOMP, HA HA HA, DRIPDRIPDRIP, AHHHH!, and SPLAT SPLAT.
Palahniuk loves to tell the story of listeners fainting during live readings from this collection. While the imagery throughout the stories is intense, what's more impressive is the flawless structure delivered over and over again. While this book may look like it belongs in the horror section, it is actually a prime example of transgressive fiction at its best. It is crafted with expert pacing and subject matter that will leave you truly, Haunted.
