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Nathan Ballingrud's Shirley Jackson Award winning debut collection is a shattering and luminous experience not to be missed by those who love to explore the darker parts of the human psyche. Monsters, real and imagined, external and internal, are the subject. They are us and we are them and Ballingrud's intense focus makes these stories incredibly intense and irresistible. These are love stories. And also monster stories. Sometimes these are monsters in their traditional guises, sometimes they wear the faces of parents, lovers, or ourselves. The often working-class people in these stories are driven to extremes by love. Sometimes, they are ruined; sometimes redeemed. All are faced with the loneliest corners of themselves and strive to find an escape. Nathan Ballingrud was born in Massachusetts but has spent most of his life in the South. He worked as a bartender in New Orleans and New York City and a cook on offshore oil rigs. His story "The Monsters of Heaven" won the inaugural Shirley Jackson Award. He lives in Asheville, North Carolina, with his daughter.
Publication Year: 2013
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Despite sometimes quite lovely prose, this collection suffered from both of my pet peeves in a horror story collection: I was not scared, and there were no clear endings.
I fully admit that my expectations for horror were rather remarkably high going in. The first time I saw this on a list of "scariest" books, I tossed it on my Goodreads TBR list. The second time, I hopped on over the to library's website and, noting they didn't own it, asked that they consider getting it from Overdrive. I do love being scared, so anything that was hitting multiple "scariest" lists seemed like a fantastic idea, and done, well, short horror stories can be utterly fantastic and breathtakingly terrifying.
I was not scared once.
I set myself up for fear when starting them. I waited until evening. I read them in the dark. I was creeping myself out just opening the book on my Kindle. Every sound was questionable, every hint of a shadow I saw out of the corner of my eye was something I needed to look at immediately or not at all.
I think I actively became less scared while reading this collection.
This was not helped by the lack of actual endings on the stories.
Now, full disclosure here: this is a pet peeve of mine. I am really particular about any kind of "open" ending, especially on a short story. If it's done well, it is a beautiful thing. If not...there's really very little that is more likely to completely ruin a story for me.
I don't think I felt a single one of these stories actually "ended." They stopped, obviously, but where and how the stopping happened was not satisfying in any way. Even the stories I was starting to enjoy ended abruptly and inadequately. I ended up wondering why the story had even been told, and I've never found that fun.