This was the first edition of a new magazine, dedicated to the twisted and bizarre type of horror that I quite enjoy!
Of the 7 short stories, only one really stood out for me and got 5* - and that was 'Bury the Carnival' by Simon Avery - a sort of follow up to Pinocchio, with the woodcarver having to unmake his puppets, so of who don't realise what they are. Told from the perspective of a journalist, I found it an intriguing read, and wanted to know more about this world, expertly built in just a few pages.
My summary and stars of 5:
- 'Bury the Carnival' by Simon Avery *****
- 'Pale Saints and Dark Madonnas' by Jamie Barras **
- 'Acton Undream' by Daniel Bennett ***
- 'Votary' by MK Hobson ***
- 'Japan's Dark Lanterns' by John Paul Catton *
- 'My Stone Desire' by Joe Lane ***
- 'Lady of the Crows' by Tim Casson ***
The art accompanying the stories was suitably disturbing and I have to say that I did love the cover.
I don't often bother with the non-fiction columns, or only skip through it, but I did find myself reading 'Night's Plutonian Shore' by Mike O'Driscoll - in it he discusses how the news and 'popular' media create fantasies around stories - in essence making up the drama through supposition just to keep the ratings up. It's something I agree hugely on and why I rarely watch more than the headlines of any news programme. But a couple of lines stood out for me.
Baring in mind this was written in 2007, one sentence does make you cringe - the author uses the disappearance of Madeline McCann, which had only just happened, as an example, and says "By the time this piece sees print, we will probably know the outcome of this story." 10 years later and we don't - which goes someway to show how all the fantasies devised by the media are worth nothing.
"The media speculates and calls it 'truth'; it creates fantasy in order to fulfil our need to understand, to rationalise, compartmentalise and ultimately forget. News becomes entertainment."
"It is fantasy, of a kind, but less honest than that given us by Del Toro or Nolan. It is a fantastic beast at the centre of whose empty heart, nothing can be seen or heard except black static."