One of the many highlights of 2016 for me was “discovering”
the writing of Philip Fracassi, with two novelettes, Mother and Altar and a
novella Fragile Dreams. Much joy
then, at the prospect of starting 2017 (kinda) with a collection from him, Behold the Void, which is published by
Journalstone.
The two aforementioned novelettes make up part of the
collection and my reviews for them can be found here and here. It’s with much
joy again that I can report that I found the rest of the stories in Behold the Void to be of as impressively
high standard.
Soft Construction of a
Sunset opens the collection, a gloriously constructed tale in which the
horror gradually reveals itself, a slow build-up of tension from the almost
poetic opening lines to its twisted conclusion. Told in present tense, the
narrative immerses the reader in protagonist Tom’s response to friend Marcus’
plea for help, a technique that pays of supremely when the reader realises the
final horror just before Tom himself
does.
Family dynamics have a big role to play in two of the
stories, Coffin and Surfer Girl. Both are incredibly dark
tales, with subject matter not for the faint-hearted and teenagers as their
protagonists. The former delves into folk mythology with hints at a Green Man
type character – although with a less than benign nature than would be
traditional whilst the latter charts young Adolf’s trip to Acapulco with his
mother and her new boyfriend Steve. It’s a marvellous character study of a
disturbed psyche and has an opening line which is destined to feature in any number
of “best ever” lists.
The Baby Farmer provides
a potent cocktail of priestly indiscretion, child murder and apocalyptic
prophesy in a story which switches between present day narrative and the historical
diaries of a woman incarcerated for the kidnap and murder of children. It’s
another cleverly constructed story, jumping between the two narratives and the
voice employed for the diaries is impressively convincing.
Big decisions are required in Fail-Safe, a monster movie wrapped up in a psychological drama. At
its heart is a moral dilemma, a classic head and heart conflict. It’s an almost
Schrodingeresque scenario facing the son of two loving parents, one of whom
definitely is, and the other who might be, a ravenous, blood-thirsty monster. Open
the door and let them out? You decide…
The Horse Thief is
one of my favourite stories in the book. There are hints of the surreal in this
tale of the titular villain and his services to provide horses to clientele
with very specific, and very strange requirements. The story’s strange nature,
and darkness, put me in mind of the writing of Ralph Robert Moore – which is
praise indeed. Tales of redemption are always winners for me and the route this
story takes towards that end point (whether or not it’s achieved is open to
discussion) is a hugely entertaining – if slightly disturbing – one. It’s
strange and weird and I loved every moment of it.
The final story in the collection is Mandala and is probably my favourite of all of them. It’s also the
story which most effectively encapsulates the theme suggested by the book’s
title as it’s an exploration of the forces which dictate our destinies. Are our
actions truly our own or are they guided by forces way beyond our imagining? It’s
another impeccably constructed story – the major themes are introduced early on
with descriptions of celestial bodies and tides – with a succession of
inter-related events ultimately leading to tragedy. There’s a certain
inevitability about what happens in the story – which, I guess, is the whole
point of it - and the writing is so good that the reader cannot help but be drawn
into the action which unfolds. There’s a long scene, on a beach, which is one
of the most terrifying and tense I’ve read in a long time. It’s a story which
is, well… cosmic. It’s also got scary ghosts in it.
Behold the Void is
a stunning collection and one which I enjoyed immensely. I anticipate seeing it
mentioned in many year’s best lists to come. I thoroughly recommend you check
it out for yourself.
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