Ponder the title and you'll determine the types of stories that wait behind the cover of this book. Midnight Under the Big Top. The Circus. A Fair. The Carnival coming to your town. Do you remember those days? High upon a Ferris Wheel, holding an elephant ear covered in sugar, and then entering the house of the weird and wonderful. Well, not all is cotton candy in here. What lies behind the curtain will be scary. And the clowns. Never forget the clowns. Eighteen short stories. Eighteen poems. One novella to close it out. Some of these are only available within this limited edition, but others have been collected before. Let's open the curtain just a tad and take a peak inside:
Act One
opens with a story Stephen King had first penned at 16, and then seemingly touched up before its successful magazine publication a few years later. “Night of the Tiger” has been collected, but never with his other short stories. It's a decent way to begin this book, but many of the next eight are stronger, including Joe Hill's “Twittering from the Circus of the Dead”, which displays his uncanny style of humor. Neil Gaiman, Ray Bradury and Kelly Armstrong are recognizable names, but I don't recall ever having read Tananarive Due, Lisa Morton, or Nayad Monroe who each excel here with ”Herd Immunity” (a tale about a pandemic); ”Pickled Punks and the Summer of Love” a story that's easily as good as its name; and ”The Circus Reborn” where a lonely is given a special invite, by no other than a clown, to a secret circus.
Intermission: Poetry
My typical reaction to a section like this would be, “wtf, poetry?” But have you heard of Horror Poetry? I certainly had not. Nearly all of these entries drew me, written by authors in the likes of Norman Prentiss, G.O. Clark, Christina Sng, and quite a few others I'd never heard of before. The best by far, ”Clowns”, is also the longest by Robert Payne Cabeen – a dark tale about a regular man suddenly caught up in the middle of a party of cannibal clowns. Could you imagine? This is exactly why a phobia of clowns can be all too real.
Act Two
Robert McCammon shines a light on an abused women finding twisted love and murder within the circus. Richard Matheson has a man in black of his own who pitching perfect ping pong balls into fishbowls to the utter dread of the carny behind the counter. I don't think I'll ever forget the character, “Mr. Bones” that Billy Chizmar introduces in a truly never-ending mirror maze. Dominick Cancilla made me laugh out loud in his story, ”Laughable”, about a clown who is also a hit man, “cause things are slow on the usual job”, ya know.
Josh Malerman closes Act Two, and the book, with the novella, ”Dandy”. Is it a dandy? Although a little too long (can't believe I'm saying that), I'd say yes it's a good closer. An introspective look at the merging paths of two completely different introverts brought together not wholly by circumstance. Dandy just wants to scare people. Not the faux scare that a haunted house, or a movie attempts to provide. Everyone knows there's safety on the other side. So Dandy digs. And Susan is caught in the cross hairs, under the house of horrors.
Lastly, I wish you could see the interior artwork by Glenn Chadbourne. Each hand-drawn, pen and ink piece expands upon the story it represents. And Vincent Chong's cover art speaks for itself.