Showing posts with label short stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label short stories. Show all posts

Wednesday, 20 May 2015

Hauntings: Nine Eerie Stories by Susan Price

It’s no secret that I’m a huge fan of ghost stories, especially well-written, evocative, psychologically astute ones. Susan Price’s collection Hauntings ticks all three boxes, and more besides.

The ghost story, at least if it’s to be done well, isn’t an easy form to master. (Having written a few myself, some of which were more successful than others, I can speak from experience.) The ghost story is often categorised as a sub-genre of horror, yet usually contains few of the over-the-top theatrics that characterise a much more showy kind of horror. The ghost story, instead, relies on the slow, careful evocation of place and mood and a mounting sense of dread or uncertainty, followed by the careful, controlled release of tension. A good ghost story, it’s fair to say, is a great deal easier to read than to write.

Price, however, knows exactly what she’s doing, and the stories in this collection are an unqualified success. These are tales set on the curious, queasy border between this world and another, a border which may or may not exist only in the mind (this uncertainty is partly what lends the ghost story it’s curious power, perhaps). Most of them are set, very recognisably, in more-or-less contemporary Britain, and yet they allow us to experience another world and time. An old farm, slowly being swallowed up by urban sprawl, seems to coexist with another dimension, which is also perhaps in danger of disappearing. A young woman lives another life through her dreams. A terrorised victim of school bullies finds that she can have her revenge – at a price. A fraudulent medium experiences something truly unearthly. The tensions and power play of an ordinary marriage attract, or create, a supernatural force.

What anchors these stories and makes them so believable and powerful is that they are set in a realistic, tangible world. It’s a world of suburbs and pubs, farms and industrial estates. The characters too are real people: they speak in local dialect, behave as everyday people do, and often seem to be way too down-to-earth to be afflicted by supernatural happenings. So when the supernatural arrives it seems all the more urgent and real, and all the more unsettling.

Though these stories will almost certainly send a shiver up your spine, they are not primarily horrifying. They are rooted in folk tales, folk history, and legend. Like many ghost stories, they are often also curiously comforting – that death might not be the end has always been a seductive idea, which is perhaps why ghost stories were dreamed up in the first place. In one particularly memorable moment in one of the stories, a witness cannot bear to look: not, as you might think, because he’s scared, but because he can’t bear the thought that there might be nothing there after all.


These are ghost stories just the way I like them: stories that suggest that, just beyond the realm of ordinary perception, there is another world; and that, sometimes and in some places, the veil can be lifted, and that world can be glimpsed or experienced. This may or may not be true, but it’s a powerful idea; and that power is channelled carefully in Hauntings, and crafted to create these marvellously-realised tales. If you like ghost stories, you’ll love this.

To buy Hauntings, go to Amazon.co.uk or Amazon.com.

Wednesday, 28 May 2014

To the World of Men, Welcome, by Nuala ni Chonchuir: reviewed by Kathleen Jones

To the World of Men, Welcome

Nuala Ni Chonchuir

Published by Arlen House

This is one of the most original collections of short stories I’ve read in a long time.  And it’s by an Irish writer.  What is it with the Irish and their love of words and stories?

These are all about relationships with men - both weird and wonderful.  She focuses on the transitional moments - the beginning of an affair, or the end of it, and they can be both romantic and bizarre.

In The Last Man, Francine is married to a man who no longer loves her, who is manipulative and controlling, but often away on business trips.  Francine begins a series of casual affairs to alleviate the boredom.  The last man has a tattoo on his back of Our Lady of Guadeloupe and he doesn’t turn out quite as expected.

There is also real horror here.  In The Trip, Edward is ‘a raw, open wound of a man’.  He and his male friend Pat go off for the weekend into the country to take Edward’s mind off the fact that his girlfriend has just dumped him.  ‘I should have given her a slap,’ he says ominously.  Pat plans a lively break, but Edward seems to be determined to kill off any prospect of enjoyment for either of them.  His attitude to women also seems to leave a lot to be desired.  Pat realises that he doesn’t know Edward as well as he thought he did.  The ending is truly horrific.

Then there is the story of The Mercy Fuck - where a man persuades his girlfriend to take pity on their dying, virginal friend.  Things don’t turn out as expected there either.

Pascha from Chechnya is seduced by a painter who exploits his memories of violence, and, in One Hare’s Foot, casual misfortune leads to tragedy on a summer afternoon on a boat.

These stories are all so good and so different it’s difficult to single any of them out for comment.  Each narrator has their own ‘voice’ and they compel you to listen, like the wedding guest in the Ancient Mariner.  They also demonstrate superbly what can be achieved in the short story form.  Just when you thought it had all been done!



Nuala ni Chonchuir is a poet - winner of the Templar Poetry Pamphlet awards in 2009 and published by Salt, and has several other collections of short fiction as well as two novels published by New Island Books in Dublin - You in 2010 and the Closet of Savage Mementos in 2014.  This is definitely a writer to watch (and read!).

Although published by small independent presses, Nuala’s short fiction doesn’t seem to be available on Kindle so I had to read it as a paper edition, but her novel Closet of Savage Mementos is an E-book as well as a paperback. (I loved it and will be reviewing it soon) Let’s hope the others follow!

She has a blog which you can find here.  

Kathleen Jones is a biographer, novelist and poet both traditionally and independently published.  You can find her blog and links to her books here. 

Wednesday, 11 December 2013

They all die at the end Reviewed by Cally Phillips

They All Die at the End by Peter Tarnofsky

I have to confess that it took me only the first line of the first story to decide I was going to review it.
I’m generally not a fan of banana skin jokes (or indeed bananas) but the first story in this collection begins thus‘It was the banana that got him in the end.’ For some reason I found this utterly compelling. And seriously funny.  I thought a writer would be going some to keep me laughing from this high start point. But this opening certainly set the tone for the whole collection. Tarnofsky is effortless in his humour throughout and his unique angle on the short story – where we ‘know’ the ending of each story- is very clever and does not in any way detract from the stories he tells.
Tarnofsky justifies his title with a personal comment which explains what is to come. Yes, we know they all die at the end, but it’s how we get to that point which is important. The ending is not what a story is about. Tarnofsky’s collection is thus an important comment on narrative itself and one that makes you think more carefully about narrative as a whole. It also acts as an introduction to the ‘character’ behind all the characters.  In his off-hand, self-effacingly humorous way, Tarnofsky builds a relationship between writer and reader before he even begins the stories and this is clever. It made me aware of a unified narrative ‘voice’ behind all the specific stories. I knew someone was in control of all this anarchy. The writer ‘God’ of this chaotic world was paying attention and was cleverly teaching a valuable lesson.
With titles as diverse as: Yellow Banana Smile, Shopping Basket Crown, Ukulele Cradle King, No Second Swing, Rogue Santa, Noctural Crème Bulee, Head Stand Ascension, High Thumb Cuticle, Soft Shoe Kick and Two Sole Certainties;  one never knows what one is going to experience next, but the wit and humour provide a through line which holds the attention.
In some stories the central character seems more obvious and the point of view and narrative voice shift around between stories, which provides a nice variety, keeps the ‘joke’ fresh and prevents any ‘samieness’ from setting in. I’m impressed that the author found ten very different ways (from the sublime to the ridiculous) to kill off his characters but I was also became clearly aware that the stories are about much more than the endings and this is a valuable lesson to the reader (and aspiring writers). Don’t rush to the end point, savour the journey.  I’m not going to go into detail about any specific story because I don’t want to spoil the experience for the reader. I can’t pick out a favourite. I can tell you there are no turkey’s.. each story is self contained while connected to and serving the aims of the whole and I for one was sorry when the final death occurred.
Tarnofsky dovetails several of the stories together (in a fashion similar to John Altman’s film Short Cuts) which adds depth and interest for the reader as well as reminding us that one person’s ‘moment’ can affect other people’s stories in a way they never know about.  This realisation heightens the reader’s awareness of the journey that each story takes. We don’t care about the ‘ending’ as such because it’s simply a point in the story. We want to know the WHOLE story and that is encapsulated within each narrative. The ten stories in this collection are funny but the humour is not in the punchline. They are also thought provoking, sad and well observed. The ‘worlds’ Tarnofsky creates for his characters are interesting and realistic and there is plenty of variety.

I can’t pick a ‘favourite’ because I found the whole to be greater than the sum of the parts but each ‘part’ was played out. From the opening line of  Yellow Banana Smile to the last story Two Sole Certainties  (where the author seems to be implicated in the narrative) Tarnofsky takes you on a journey, on many journeys and I loved every step of the way.
Peter has a companion volume out titled 'Everything Turns out Just Fine' Watch out for my review of it... soon. 

Tuesday, 12 November 2013

Where to begin reading Margery Allingham by Julia Jones


The new CWA Margery Allingham short story competition received its first entries within a few weeks of being announced. People also began to ask about Margery Allingham's novels. This article is reblogged from the Crime Readers Association website.

Where to begin reading Margery Allingham?

What an alluring question. How I envy readers this treat in store ...
To begin at the beginning is usually sound advice and, with Margery Allingham’s ‘Campion’ novels, beginning at the beginning offers the additional interest of seeing how experimental and adventurous she was as a writer. All her Campion novels are composed within the detective ‘box’ (as she called it) but there’s a world of difference between the goofy Wodehousian spree in Mystery Mile (1930) and the intellectual questioning of new communication methods in The Mind Readers (1965). Both books are set in deserted stretches of the East Anglian coast line but there’s more than half a lifetime of imaginative experience and writerly development in between. 

If a chronological approach doesn’t appeal, then readers can select according to taste. For bright foolery in rural settings pick Mystery Mile or Sweet Danger (1934); for greater depth of characterisation and the flavour of a mid-nineteen-thirties artistic household as well as a plot where relationships really matter, try Dancers in Mourning (1937). The novelist A.S. Byatt identified the wartime thriller Traitor’s Purse (1941) as her personal favourite whereas I hesitate between the rich eccentricity of More Work for the Undertaker (1948) and the bleak psychological tension of Hide My Eyes (1958).

Tiger in the Smoke (1952) is Margery Allingham’s most famous novel. It’s a bold, almost epic confrontation of good and evil in the choking fog of a post-war, post-Dickensian London. Tiger in the Smoke removes the central element of puzzle from the plot – the reader is never in any doubt whose hand is wielding the knife – but Allingham intensifies the suspense in a way that anticipates some of the best crime-writing of today.

Allingham is a detective novelists’ detective novelist. From Agatha Christie to P.D. James and Sara Paretsky her fellow-writers have praised her style and technique. But she was also a big personality; warm and witty, intellectually acute and imaginatively generous. These qualities permeate her fiction and keep her readers loyal. On reflection I don’t really envy the readers who are currently poised to discover Allingham. I began reading the Campions when I was an undergraduate and now, more then thirty years on, I’m a grandparent and the books have stuck by me throughout. When I re-visited them recently I discovered two of my least favourite volumes (naming no names) were far better than I’d remembered. I think it’s because this series of novels is also the record of a life. I’ve changed over the years – as we do – so it’s unsurprising that there are aspects of the mature Allingham that I read differently as I catch her up in age.


The only advice I can sincerely offer to new readers is don’t dither for too long. The novelist Jane Stevenson says that the Margery Allinghams on her bookshelf are the novels most likely to be filched when weekend guests return home. To avoid being tempted into such criminous acts hasten to your nearest bookseller or local library -- or press that electronic button.

Wednesday, 9 October 2013

Review of 'Overheard In A Graveyard' by Susan Price

'Overheard in a Graveyard' by Susan Price - 

Reviewed by Rosalie Warren


I love scary stories - not full-blooded horror and nothing too vampirical (is that a word?) - but ghost stories that reach down into the psyche: ones that unearth deep, unspoken, unacknowledged fears.

So how have I managed to live for more than fifty years without encountering the work of Susan Price? I don't know, but that state of affairs is now being remedied. Since reading Overheard in a Graveyard  I've downloaded - is it three or four of her other books? I'm an addict, anyway...

Overheard in a Graveyard is a collection of short stories, beginning with one of that name. The opening tale is a conversation between a night-time visitor to the graveyard and an inhabitant of one of the graves. It's creepy, to the extent that the words crawl like cold fingers down your back. I missed its power the first time I read it, as I hadn't got used to the form. When I'd read the other stories I went back and read it again. This time, it made me shudder. Shades of Heathcliff and and Cathy in Wuthering Heights (still gives me nightmares, that book), but with a compelling voice and atmosphere that is all Price's own.

The second story, 'Bus Aid', is a very different kind of beastie. There's social comment - social satire - here. There's claustrophobia; people trapped and desperately needing help. It's funny, too. And it leaves you wondering... who was doing the haunting in this tale?

Another favourite of mine is 'The Footsteps on the Stairs'. Young children left alone, and a father interrupting his evening at the pub to come home and check that they're OK. Or does he?

I'm trying to work out why these stories have such power. I think it's because of the realism - the poverty in which many of the characters live. The cosy, grimy, small-town life that surrounds them. And the shock of the supernatural, in among all that.

In Price's stories it feels sometimes as though the ghosts inhabit the true world - the one that makes more sense. Some of their transparency is coloured in by the reality of mid-twentieth century Black Country life. Almost as though it's our messy world that's doing the haunting and disturbing the cool, elegant realm we call the supernatural.

There's ambiguity, too - many more questions than answers. Was that really a ghost, or just a dream, or a frightened child's imagination run amok? And there's the delightful recognition that ghosts and spirits may sometimes be benign.

'Mow Top' is heartbreakingly sad. The picture of the toy car rusting away on its little stone on the empty moors will stay with me. This is how it works in real life. Children see ghosts and tell us. We reassure them, and ourselves, that there are no such things...

'The Familiar' is all about the cost of power, and cuts deep.

The final story, 'Overheard in a Museum', is a thing of beauty, like the ship itself. You can feel the swell of the sea beneath you as you read. It speaks of a distant era and reminds us that objects so often outlast people by a long, long time. Except that the ship is not a object - it's the spirit of an age.

You don't need to believe in ghosts to enjoy these wonderful stories, but be warned. You may dive in as a sceptic and find yourself an agnostic, or even a believer, by the end... perhaps not so much in ghosts as in another world, very close to and overlapping with our own.


Details:
Title: Overheard in a Graveyard and Other Stories
Author: Susan Price
Kindle Edition Publication Date: September 2011
Kindle Edition price £1.54
ASIN: B005NHG5XG
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Happy Reading,
Rosalie

Rosalie Warren
Author of Coping with Chloe and Charity's Child
See more of my reviews on my blog, Rosalie Reviews