I woke up at four am to sound of water dripping from my bedroom ceiling. On the account that there's an apartment above ours, I got up and worried about the storm fucking up the buildings even more while they're still in the middle of a massive repair. Towels and buckets in place, I just made myself a cup a coffee and picked up a book to get my mind off of things. First on the list, The Last Horror Novel in the History of the World by Brian Allen Carr.
Wild must be the thoughts. Facedown in the water, screaming for Mommy. But Mommy is there. Mommy holding you. Mommy is holding you down.
Breathe.
Eventually your body makes you.
Breathe.
( . . . )
Pulling brackish water deep in the lungs.
The flavor of river bottom flooding the senses.
Sometimes bad choices keep lasting forever.
I saw Brian Allen Carr read an excerpt from this book to a large group of people and he seemed possessed. Shouting, staggering, pacing -- he had everyone in the room mesmerized. I reached for one of the last copies before it sold it out, and I remember hearing people curse under their breath because the book had become such a hot commodity after the reading. And fuck did it ever live up to all the expectations.
His prose is vibrant, concise, haunting. Some passages felt like a punch to the heart, and I'd find myself thinking, "Damnit, I wish I thought of that." I felt like I had been dropped into the most gorgeous nightmare and had first row seats to witness the destruction of a small town in Texas. Mythical legends come to life to wipe, or scrape (ah, okay, bad joke on account that the town is called Scrape) the slate clean. Anyway, the book was over before I knew it and it felt like I hadn't turned pages. At 121 pages, it's super easy to read this in one sitting. I look forward to reading this one over and over again.
The rain has stopped, but the wind persists. I need to get out of my house eventually, but the idea of staying in and reading all day is all too tempting. What book are you reading?
His prose is vibrant, concise, haunting. Some passages felt like a punch to the heart, and I'd find myself thinking, "Damnit, I wish I thought of that." I felt like I had been dropped into the most gorgeous nightmare and had first row seats to witness the destruction of a small town in Texas. Mythical legends come to life to wipe, or scrape (ah, okay, bad joke on account that the town is called Scrape) the slate clean. Anyway, the book was over before I knew it and it felt like I hadn't turned pages. At 121 pages, it's super easy to read this in one sitting. I look forward to reading this one over and over again.
The rain has stopped, but the wind persists. I need to get out of my house eventually, but the idea of staying in and reading all day is all too tempting. What book are you reading?
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legman:
that wind was a real pain in the ass!
gideonstargrave:
Criminals - Margot Livesey, picked up at the library completely bu whim/chance, and so far, totally worth it.