“What can I say? Some days you walk around in a coma, and never know it. Sometimes you're so busy waiting on a thing, you can't feel it sneaking up from behind. In those days, I was too busy to feel a lot of things.”
DRENCRoM reads like a dream. A dark, disturbing, esoteric dream. It is a jarring, jaw-dropping, reality-exploding novella that transcends the genre itself. And it is truly unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.
Hamelin Bird is a masterclass writer, who excels in balancing plot, character, and gorgeous poetic prose throughout all of his work. DRENCRoM is no exception and may be the best work of his I’ve read yet.
And here’s the thing about it, despite its free-wheeling dalliance with the complete bizarre, it feels so real. It is raw and alluring, grabbing you by its meaty paws and taking you for the wildest ride of your life in only 130-some pages.
Plus, he writes dialogue like nobody’s business. It’s not one-dimensional, not cookie-cutter, it has its own unique flair, with descriptions so rich you can taste them, feel, them, see them. Characters effortlessly spring off the page, sticking within one’s mind like glue.
Yes, Hamelin is a great writer. Yes, he is an excellent wordsmith. And yes, he always hits all the marks, but one thing I learned from reading DRENCRoM is…Hamelin Bird is an artist.