In Michael Moorcock’s book on Fantasy, Wizardry & Wild Romance, there is a chapter devoted to the geography of Fantasy, its foundational importance to casting its spell. If such a book were written on Horror, what makes it tick, etc., a similar chapter would certainly be called for. In S.P. Miskowski’s remarkable first novel, Knock, Knock, the geography of the Pacific Northwest, with its dark woods, small and dying towns, and its attendant folklore, is prominent. Miskowski’s creation, Skillute, Washington, is not unlike King’s Derry, or Faulkner’s Yoknapatawpha County, but there are also hints of Hawthorne and Flannery O’Connor. Miskowski is as American (in the literary sense) a Horror writer as you’ll find.
The story starts out in the late sixties, coming forward to the present day. It centers of a childhood oath, made in the woods, by three girls, Ethel, Beverly, and Marietta, and the dark consequences that follow. The dark consequences are not so much rooted in the oath or spell (Marietta is something of an apprentice witch for her aunt), but in the location – a patch of haunted woods – where the oath takes place. It seems the woods contain a story about a ghostly phantom, “Miss Knocks,” who will get you “with her long, long arms.” It’s the kind of boogeyman story that exists just about everywhere. (We had one such story in Northern Virginia, about a murderous guy named “Stumpy,” who ran around on his hands, with a knife clinched between his teeth. Then there was the Bunny Man…)
As spooky silly as such stories are, they can often contain a kernel of truth. In “Miss Knocks” case, it’s more than a kernel. What unfolds is a generational story (with one flashback to the origins of “Miss Knocks”) that spans over 50 years. Miskowski, in very clean, tight prose accurately shows the cultural changes impacting this small logging community, while never losing track of her characters (and I found myself liking most of these characters, even the annoying ones.) There’s murder and mayhem and supernatural revenge, but blended in such a way that there were times I wondered if this story was more along the lines of a modern day fairy tale. Whatever the case, it can be humorous but also horrific. The ending, involving a character I particularly liked, was sad, but from a writing point of view, accomplished. Miskowski is no sentimentalist, and she knew a tragic circle had to be closed. All in all, this is a first novel that doesn’t seem like a first novel. Highly recommended.
[Note: If you’re lucky enough to have read, and liked, any of the novels by the late Michael McDowell (The Amulet, Cold Moon Over Babylon, or The Elementals), Miskowski is a writer you need to check out.]