You know the old saying about “never judging a book by its cover?” That applies doubly here, as Wild Things: A Collection of Female Horror Fiction far exceeds the limited expectations one might have when glancing at that godawful cover. Believe it or not, but this isn’t a mid-90s straight-to-video erotic thriller. It’s actually a surprisingly effective collection of horror fiction, far stronger and more viscerally thrilling than that lackluster cover implies.
First things first: many (although not all) of the stories collected here fall within the tradition of “extreme horror,” and those unaccustomed to this particular niche might find some of these tales hard to stomach. Stories like “Transference” and “Dickless” pile on the grotesqueries and gut-punch with their unsettling moments of splatter-violence. The nausea is productive though, making the stories resonate in a truly visceral way. One of the collection’s best stories, Lisa Morton’s “The Death of Splatter,” is a fascinating post-mortem and meta-critique on the whole splatterpunk subgenre. It’s smart and compelling, but doesn’t shy away from, well… the splatter. That isn’t to say the collection is repetitive or lacking in variety. Corrine De Winter’s “Apocrypha,” for instance, contains horrors far quieter and cosmic in scale. Laura Alexander’s “The Vampire Keeper,” meanwhile, blends fantasy and horror in an inventive and delightful fashion (I really want this one expanded into a novel). The diversity of styles and voices—from authors who are not household names and a few who should be—is quite impression.
As with any collection, there are a few duds in the mix. In particular, I found two of the stories somewhat lacking (one of which I skipped altogether). But in all, I was surprised by this collection. It is, by and large, consistently compelling and quite enjoyable. The audiobook is also expertly narrated by Julie Hoverson, who brings to life each moment and character and truly crawls beneath the skin of each story. She really knows how to amplify the creeps. Her reading of “Chains” is going to haunt me for quite some time.