Moral of the story: just because you’ve seen some things and done some stuff and know some cool people and have had your author portrait taken with a snazzy hat on doesn’t mean you should confidently thrust this bollocks on the ‘horror’ reading public.
Why was it in the horror section? Is this the mistake of book sellers or is this meant to be horror? It’s more like creepy think piece fictions from someone with a pressing deadline. Why do any of these things really relate to the humors?
So disappointed. This dude clearly has all the junk in his trunk to be more than able write a pretty lovely and chilling novella or even a collection of actual short stories, but instead he did this. And he can do whatever the hell he likes, don’t get me wrong, it’s his ‘book’, I just don’t understand what this actually is for.
That said, the general vibe is pretty evocative. The language is, at times, brilliant and eerie, making the fact it’s largely just a load of paragraphs of indulgent nonsense even more annoying. I almost feel tempted to give it three stars because of what this could have been if it was even mildly knitted together into something with a tadge of narrative purpose, but I cannot. The intro made it even more confusing. Initially I thought each fragment or ‘story’ was going to relate to the whole dream journal idea, acting as a framing device to hold it all together- but no. As a cornucopia of fragments it felt frustrating and repetitive. I found myself genuinely wondering what the fucking point was most of the time.