I was lucky enough to snag a paperback ARC of Hunger Pangs from the author, Scott J. Moses, in exchange for my honest review, which follows below. I thank him for this opportunity.
I rated this 5 stars.
I came to this decision for several reasons, which all really boil down to different ways that I enjoyed this collection. The stories promise to be ‘thirteen tales of supernatural horror and everyday woe’ and I found them to be exactly that; either singularly so or intrinsically woven together. I thought each story was structured well, flowing nicely, and even if I wished for more; ending where it should. Recommending this for readers of dark fiction, grieving horror (which is a category I think I just made up), supernatural and Gothic horror, and written scenes that flutter in your minds eye when you least expect it. I can see giving this collection as a gift, and I will be rereading these stories.
I also appreciated the author notes placed before each story. Not every author chooses to include them, and that’s okay as well. I really liked them being at the beginning instead of after; going into the story already knowing the author’s mindset felt like I had unlocked a secret level for each story. My husband, who checks over my reviews for errors before I post them; just one of the many reasons I love him, says this kind of communication in papers is “front-loading.” He did it in law school and still does it for research papers as a grad student. I do it with my star rating for reviews because he suggested it, as he put it “I’m not writing a mystery novel, so I don’t need to hide my results till the end”; the easy explanation of front-loading. I liked how it affected my reading experience for this collection of stories.
I wanted to be sure to mention the cover art, which I think is beautiful and perfect for this collection, is by the artist Daniele Serra. The title, Hunger Pangs, is also the name of the last story you will read; the cover is based on a character from that story.
I am going to review this as spoiler free as possible, because you should buy it and read it for yourself when it’s released. I’m going to buy myself a copy, because it’s that good and I love the cover. We have to feed the writers if we want more books from the writers.
Nowhere, Louisiana – The first time I had ever heard the term Gris-Gris was reading Laurel K. Hamilton’s The Laughing Corpse; the first author I discovered on my own, browsing the shelves at a Hasting’s. I believe she imparted the power of that item well. What happens to ‘when you love something let it go’, when what you love is taken by mortality and not just ‘consciously uncoupling’ for a bit? I could see the desperate appeal, the last ditch chance to have a lost loved one back again. But to quote a lovable old man from Pet Sematary, “Sometimes dead is better.” Right? Got me right in the happily married feels.
A Haunting – The author referred to this as a piece of micro-fiction, and it is less than a paragraph. There isn’t really a way to talk about it without giving it all away; but I will say the last sentence could be the best supernatural shower thought ever.
Cruel, Baying Adolescence – I thought this was a great one to follow so close after Nowhere, Louisiana. It has a different type of relationship, still connected by an almost unbreakable love; how the narrator cumulatively shows it, way on the other end of the spectrum from the first story. This won’t be the only story where the author touches on the subject family specific issues. It made me introspective and question whether I would be able to remain as stalwart to the end if ever placed in a similar situation. I worry I might fail the greater good, as it were.
Blues Exorcist - This may have been my favorite in this collection, because it takes a horror trope I felt I knew pretty well and turned it upside down. Arthur the exorcist (who I would watch in any form of television program if I could just see him solving problems with his particular grit and savvy) is sent to perform an exorcism already attempted and failed. What he finds inside Greer is not the usual fare. Loved, loved, loved it.
Questioning the Professor – So if the last story gave me a lighthearted moment, even if unintentional, I was thrown right back under the emotional bus of agony and bereavement with this one. The reader is with a man in a hospital waiting room, listening to his inner monologue to the great professor in the sky, if He is indeed up there. That is never a good scene to open up to, being in a hospital is rarely for a good reason. This brought up a memory from when my sister had to put her cat down. She was 15, because I drove her to the vet, and I couldn’t drive until I was 18. We each got one kitten from my aunt, mine was a long hair gray, and hers was a long hair black fluffy, Heinz 57 (which meant my aunt had no clue what breed); they had extra toes on each foot, we loved them. We were able to have them if we took care of them totally, no parent help, which we did. You know those jokes, did you grow up in a happy home or are you funny? We are very funny. So her cat gets older, gets sick. Feline diabetes. She is working part time to pay for the insulin and giving it to the cat herself, my parents won’t help, even though my dad can start IVs due to his job. Her cat starts to go blind, she still takes care of her, until she thinks her cat is hurting too much. She asks me to take her and the cat to the vet, parents had already said no because they had plans. Of course I took her, when we got there she wanted to go in by herself. Almost an hour later she comes out alone, I could tell she had been crying. I found out later the vet hadn’t been very good at bedside manner, or at putting animals to sleep. My sister is 36 now but has not had a pet for herself since, she told me it hurts too much. She gets pets for her kids, and shows them how to love them and take care of them, but she won’t let herself bond with an animal again like she ever did with her childhood pet. I know this is way off subject from the story the author wrote, but when reading it, this is what I thought about, and how cruel I always thought it was a child had to say goodbye to her pet alone. This story connected to me, I’m crying while typing this. My sister lost a something she loved that has affected her forever, which is not so different in the end.
Adelaide – I wish I could have more of this story, good ones do that; you never want them to end. I loved the X-Files growing up; the brief view of the world created for this story leads me to believe I would enjoy reading/watching more of it. But only if I get the partners solving those off the book cases before this story was written.
She Walks – This read so beautifully. I could see this as a series of watercolors, or mosaic art pieces while the story is spoken aloud; passing on to the next generation. This is one where the imagery would creep in when I would be doing something else; a flash of red here, a spray of gray and blue. Even the elemental scent of the earth or salt could place you there. Just beautiful.
What’s in Your Name – This story has a family illness, remember when I mentioned the author wasn’t done with those? Nicholas lost his mother to breast cancer; she had a mutation, the BRCA2 gene. This makes her children, Nick and his sister Kasey, pre-disposed to getting the same cancer; Nick is found to be one of the youngest males ever diagnosed. A late night dark web search for alternate cures gives him more than he asked for; the next thing he is aware of is his own funeral. I felt this took a ghost story and gave it a truly unique take. I also appreciate how the author believes in the inherent goodness in people; it comes through in his writing by the characters he writes. Nicholas may be dead, but he is not done trying to help those that need it.
The Scent of Souls – Strange houses terrify and call to me in almost equal measure. So while I know I am not supposed to be interested in walking the halls of the house Matt find himself in, following the odd Viola, I very much find that I do. I think this is one I will read many times, there is something so strong about the ending. The whole regaling of the family history, told by Viola, was very disjointed and somewhat frantic. Which, if you think about if being told by a child, makes a lot of sense. I just really liked how this story unfolded.
Of Turbulent Seas – This was rough to read. I’m lucky, I’ve had 10 years of marriage with my hubby, and we get along; that bodes well for the long run, because we are bound by law. And love, always love. But I don’t know what I would do if one day that was just, done with. I’d like to think there would be warning signs, communication, chances to fix issues. But to some people, everything changes like a switch being thrown, one that they couldn’t even see and now they are alone in the dark. Hard read because I’ve known people like this, and it never got easier for them.
There’s No Going Back to Absit Gorge – One line that stuck with me from Stranger Things was the Sheriffs definition for compromise. “Compromise is something kinda in-between, it’s like half-way happy.” Because my memory sucks, until I looked it up just now, how we really said it in our house was ‘compromise, where everybody is a little unhappy, nobody wins’. When I read about Alan, this crossed my mind; he’s no fool, he is willing to compromise. Another story I wanted more from, just a few more pages.
Waning Plumes of Frostbitten Air – This hit on a personal level; I too have depression. Been fighting it most of my life; it runs in the family. Reading this was empowering, I loved the visuals he created; depression is an invader, it does not belong even though it can be so much bigger than us at times. I think he captured that perfectly.
Hunger Pangs – The final story, the titular tale. Alice Ann, who graces the cover, guides us through the night as she searches for some of that liquid diet particular to her and her sister, Hannah Grace. Even if you don’t really miss doing something, the minute you are told you can’t, you find you kinda want to right? I personally don’t think I would miss the sun that much, but at the same time, I like reading out in it when it’s not too hot. I liked the walls coming down feel, she gets to talk about herself unguarded, and she shares a moment with someone. There was a melancholy to this, but also a healing. The perfect ending to this collection in my opinion.