The Veldt Institute

by Samuel M. Moss

Endless fields of grass. A sky so bright there are no shadows. At the center of this expanse stands The Veldt Institute, an austere structure governed by austere routine. Its patients perform their tasks, bathe in the veldtlicht, and contemplate silence, all following the prescriptions of the institute’s doctors, seven in all, each with his or her specialization. Doctor Mellinger practices Movement Activities. Doctor Yin heals by absence. Doctor Peltus says we all suffer from a malady as unique as the treatment it requires. But our narrator’s malady remains elusive, even after so much time at the Institute, time that has blurred into a present as expansive and unchanging as the veldt. To make sense of this, our narrator documents life at the Institute. Consider its architecture, its vast library, its towering windows and the veldt itself, a source of unease as much as a source of healing. Why does its light have such a profound effect on the patients? How foolish is the Holy Fool? What, if anything, lies at the end of the Inner Path? The only way to know for sure is to walk it.

Genres: Fiction

254 pages, Paperback

Published September 21, 2025

About the author

Samuel M. Moss is from Cascadia.


He is the author of The Veldt Institute (Double--Negative, 2025).

His short fiction and poetry has been published in 3:AM Magazine, Always Crashing, minor literature[s], Seize the Press, Dim Shores Presents and Nightscript among other venues.


He runs ergot., a site for innovative horror.


Find more at perfidiousscript.com and on twitter @perfidiouscript

Reviews

[S̶e̶a̶n̶ · Rating 4 out of 5]

My review at Heavy Feather Review.:

https://heavyfeatherreview.org/2025/1...

[Nathanimal · Rating 5 out of 5]

Amid the Veldt, a landscape most notable for its lack of notability and bereft of all possibility but to burn, towers the geometrically indifferent structure of the The Veldt Institute. At the Institute your previous life will lose relevance as your malady, naked in the Veldt’s intolerably objective sunlight, undergoes treatment by the doctors of the Institute. Their cryptic therapeutic methods seem aimed at restructuring something within you which is just as inscrutable as the Veldt. So what’s left to guide you but your own inner voice, with its fleeting epiphanies, its entrenched longings and doubts? And the more you listen to that voice the more you become aware of the inescapable problem of apperception, the impossibility of ever stepping outside yourself into the broad impersonal plane of reality. But here at the Institute, we try.

I enjoyed the low affect of the storytelling voice and admired Samuel Moss’s ability to sustain this voice while finding the modulation and strain within it. I remained fascinated by the narrator’s course of treatment even as his psychic impasse built with uncomfortable emotional pressure. The outer shape of the Institute, which is that of a cone, perfectly illustrates the absurdism of what happens inside it: in a cone everything simultaneously converges into a single point even as it expands in an endless round. There is no idea that can comprehend that, “The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao,” and yet a novel is a peculiar kind of technology that can at least approach it, via mimesis. One cannot know impersonal reality but one can be it, if only for a few pages at a time.

[Bill Hsu · Rating 4 out of 5]

I often have trouble with novels that are so concept-driven. But somehow this was able to hold my attention, steady measured pace and all. The narrator's voice and overall atmosphere are beautifully sustained, as I keep wondering with them whether we are digging into profound ideas or sheer nonsense. And of course in our current world, where previously accepted norms seem to have gone out the window and it can be so difficult to pick through competing narratives, I'm reflecting on what Sam Moss might be saying about the madness outside the novel as he led us through the surface calmness and flatness of the veldt. I'll be chewing over this for awhile; definitely a favorite of 2025 so far.

[Chris Scott · Rating 5 out of 5]

Loved this jigsaw puzzle of a novel. Poked and prodded at my brain in the best ways, and the labyrinthine structure was extremely my shit. Really enjoyed reading this.

[Kyle E. Miller · Rating 5 out of 5]

The veldt is the book, The Book, every book, any book, this particular book, every text, the world text, the great work, atoms arranged to spell grass and sculpture. The mystery stands denuded, and there's nothing underneath except a featureless light. We beat our heads as fools against a wall of clotted light. It's all surface, abstracted from the concrete, a gauze of negative capability, the emptiness of raw concept. Is this the wound? Is this the cure?

[Ivy Grimes · Rating 5 out of 5]

A strange and wonderful novel about a confused patient doing his best to progress in his treatment at the mysterious Veldt Institute. I recommend this book to everyone.