The Void Matthew Mitchell, Sam Richard, Edwin Callihan, Evan Dean Shelton, Justin Lutz, & Michael Tichy invite you to...... VOIDHAUS Six different paths all leading to a nexus, a house that exists outside of reality. A new breed of eerie and surreal experimentalism in horror. Join us. Embrace the Void.
Sam Richard is the author of several books including The Still Beating Heart of a Dead God and the award-winning To Wallow in Ash & Other Sorrows. He has edited ten anthologies, including the cult hits Profane Altars: Weird Sword & Sorcery and The New Flesh, and his short fiction has appeared in over forty publications. Widowed in 2017, he slowly rots in Minneapolis where he runs Weirdpunk Books. You can stalk him @SammyTotep across most socials or at weirdpunkbooks.com
stars sprinkle points of light in the dull and ominous sky, inviting you to enter the house that doesn't feel right, but may be the one that you're looking for. you have no memories or past. where did you come from? what and who are you? you will find danger, monsters, manchildren, dead dogs and so much rancid honey. are you ready for a fight? always know where your pistol and your knives are. conflagrations are afoot while sabers find their targets. i don't know how i got here. i reach for the gloaming and let warm insectile bodies embrace me. this just might be the place.
VoidHaus is like a fever dream after a night of watching all the part 5’s of a horror series. Here’s what I mean, the tone shifts, the voice shifts, the atmosphere shifts; but every line is a conspirator to the experience. The prose is violent, snappy, dangerous, funny, and sometimes poetic. The Sox authors here have styles that stand out distinctly, but blend together for the read in the best way. Think about what House of Leaves could be if it didn’t take your eyeballs to a gymnastics training day, and instead let you sink into the depths of the story being told. I don’t know what I was trying to say with the 5 thing. K thx.
Notes From a Decaying Millennial: If anyone asks where I acquired my copy of this book this is what I will tell them: It was during one of my cross-country trips. One of those trips that shifted my world and changed my life. The book was discovered in a room, in the drawer of a nightstand. It was tucked away, hidden inside the hollowed out shell of an oddly discolored Gideon Bible. The room in question was one of a string making up a Roadside Inn that has since burned down...Or so I have been told. This Is Not a Paid Review
For Readers new to works produced by Castaigne Publishing, Void Haus is like a pamphlet passed into the hands of a unsuspecting novice, as they move along a busy sidewalk. Whose rough but gentle hands passed them this volume? That's not for us to know. But the die has been cast, and their invitation to enter the House has been received. If you, like me, are already initiated into the mysteries of the Void Collective, this small volume a delicious literary experiment. What if Lynch, Cronenberg and Tartakovsky built a house. Perhaps Void Haus is what would be birthed. The story, like the house, twists and changes. One moment we have a grip on a narrative thread. The next we're tossed into the darkness scrambling for a hand hold. It's one hell of a ride. For those aforementioned new readers, Void Haus is a primer, an introduction to the prose stylings of Edwin Callihan ; Matthew Mitchell; Sam Richard ; Evan Dean Shelton ; Justin Lutz and Michael Tichy . Like a jam band, thrown together by the chaos of the void, and the promise of free beer, each member of the Void Collective, brings their own style to the pulsing narrative mass that runs through the structure of the Void Haus .
Slow-burning Weird that shifts underneath your feet like bad ground. The easiest way to describe it would be THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE on acid; it also kind of feels like those Moorcock Multiverse stories where the different champions merge into an unholy hybrid.
Narrative is a construct, it is a lie. There is only the void, the wasteland, and we are but wanderers born into it against our wills, in search of identity and sensation.
That was weird AF, which tracks for a Void Collective work. This is a book you just roll with and focus on how it makes you feel and don’t worry about what exactly it all means.