Notes from a Decaying Millennial:
I purchased The Other (1997) during a recent visit to a Eau Clair, Wisconsin.
A local creepy boutique had a table display of the works of Joshua MacMillan.
When it’s in the budget, I love supporting local/regional horror authors.
These are the folks that do what they can to help “Keep Wisconsin Weird”
THIS IS NOT A PAID REVIEW
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Horror Fiction is well known for being a showcase for a true spectrum of Book Cover illustration. They can be lurid, attention grabbing, sometimes blatantly graphic. In each case the end purpose is served. Grabbing the potential readers attention and drawing them towards the book. The OTHER (1997) , a horror novella by Megan Stockton and Joshua MacMillan, succeeds in this goal without question. The Cover Design by Christy Aldridge has all the markings and style of a Video Cassette sleeve, it would have looked right at home in the video rental shops and grocery store movie rental shelves of my childhood.
Moving past the exterior artwork The Others (1997) is a an excellent example of a sub-genre typically known as “analog Horror” but I would go further and dub it “VHS HORROR” (yes that includes the beta max horror fiction). Even the title is presented like something you would read on the label spine of a black VHS tape, perhaps one that is in a bin of others orphans, all without boxes.
Authors Stockton & MacMillan embrace this horror nostalgia with full force, inviting those of us who remember watching films in VHS to pop this particular tape into the slot of our brains, adjust for tracking, and watch.
Regardless of age the characters brought to life by Stockton and MacMillan are fully fleshed out. Our time with them is very brief, for many won’t last the night. In that brief time we are right there with them, in their happiness, in their peace, in the moment fear washes over them like ice.
As if to remind us that this is a horror book (as I slasher If you will) Stockton and macMillan quickly dispense with any pretense that the people of Brookhaven will survive this night unscathed and unmarred. The gore remains firmly in the spirit of B-Movie VHS horror, but the writers also twist that knife. We feel the sting of the flesh wound, taste the blood splash on our tongues, see the steam rise from innards exposed to the cold night by the slash of a blade.
We are left with a bloody mess that Art the Clown would appreciate. We are also left with a burning question….Will there be a sequel?
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- Tech that was, and tech that wasn’t in 1997 -
I was unable to give this book 5 stars. I would be remiss if I did not address the reason.
Historical anachronisms present in any narrative negatively effect the readers suspension of disbelief.
Flat-screen TVs were indeed released in 1997, but they cost over $15,000. Blue-ray players did not exist then. DVDs did finally hit the US market that year, but videotapes were still the king of home media at the time. Finally, cell phones. While cellphones were already commonly used in 1997, they were not the smart phones of today. Sony Erickson did come out with the GS88 that year, but it was a large device with a flip out key-board. This smartphone, like the aforementioned flat screen tv, was not in general use by any means in 1997. I don’t know if these were details that slipped by in the editing process, but their presence in the narrative, while brief, impacted the rest of the story.