A brief and beautifully told tale of strange modern mysticism, The Tangled Woods is, at once, a glimpse at casual violence and masculine toxicity, a true story about magic, and a thoughtful contemplation on human connection, family, love.
As a forewarning: I did not realize this story was part of a larger collection, I caught it on its lonesome on recommendation. My review is not written within the context of the Dark Corners collection entire.
I will also say that I've read some reviews citing political bent or didacticism but found little merit to the charge, myself. The story deals with understandable fears from understandable perspectives, and though many of those fears have political attachments, the exploration of these fears through perspective isn't wildly political, nor is the text didactic.
Now, the review proper.
Perspective is everything. Pause on that.
Reginald Wright is a cynical, rotted-out man, and every page, every paragraph of this story serves as partial dissection of his husk. His perspective, and the reader's, infects every moment. And as we are met so quickly, and frequently, with the foibles and casual bitterness of the narrator, we are brought to question him, and, when we see as he sees, ourselves. Time visits cruelty upon everyone, and roughs us into scar tissue and callus. The world's cruelty isn't at all evenly distributed, but everyone is familiar with it. Reginald crackles with the many-asked question, "What have we become in our scarification?"
Reginald is a disappointed, unsatisfied, hungry man in the midst of a tragically typical mid-life crisis. There but for the grace of God go I...
The backdrop to the plot is the Poconos, and a near-stereotypical lodging thereat. At the Big Bear Lodge there's a spa, and a campus-wide immersive kiddie-LARP called Wizard World, and everyone there is the same as everyone else there and it is terrifying. Raboteau excellently captures the real horror of such environs, the grotesque deformity of the animatronic, the noise of so many other families, the crushing blandness of it all. And yet, and yet...this place is magickal. (WITH A K!)
Reginald finds a foil in the character of Sean, a different, more deranged breed of toxic masculinity and scarification. Their differences are stark, yes, of course, but their similarities set up one of the key scenes of the story. They twine together in a bond of poison, brokenness; their interaction becomes totemic, a parable of venomous masculinity, of violence lurking just beneath barely-there civility. It unfolds the only way it could be expected to unfold, really. With unexpected consequence. Their meeting is a moment of division, but also strange synchronicity. Perhaps Jungian synchronicity. Mystic synchronicity.
Speaking of mysticism, of course, Wizard World is the main Big Bear Lodge activity. It's a sprawling game of Potter-esque wizardry, except, predictably, significant parts of it are malfunctioning or broken. Reginald is predictably embittered by these further developments, but the magician of the family, young Thurgood, continues relentlessly on his quest. Thurgood wants to reach the end of this ritual so that he might acquire the healing rune and, well...repair some of his father's bitterness and trauma. These kinds of grand quests are often the heroic fantasies of children, but, alas, this one seems unlikely to succeed. So much of the game doesn't work that it looks as if finding even the cheap plastic version of the 'healing rune' may be impossible.
Except...
Well. You would have to read it, I suppose.
Because, again...perspective is everything. And though the story is rooted in Reginald's perspective by prose, Raboteau simultaneously suggests the perspective of every character. And sometimes, what we see is just what we see, but sometimes what we see becomes real. I'd like to write more, but I'd hate to spoil anything.
All of this happens in the States, with fears that correspond to many people's fears, and realities that are difficult to confess to. This story could easily have driven into some heavy truths, and driven deeply, but these U.S. realities largely remain background noise, setting. They inform the story but they do not define it. This story may be 'political' in that politics constantly necessarily exerts its will over its citizenship at all times, quite unevenly, and therefore the events and realities of the book reflect that...but otherwise I would not label it so.
This is a fascinating read, at times quite funny, at times tragic, and crackling with a special sort of magic. And you can finish it in a day!