Words, chatters and whisper on the streets, dark alleyways, hallways of haunted hotels and creepy liminal spaces is that Laird Barron is the name you should get familiar with if you wanted to read some quality horror writings. While he has one of his short story turned into a movie, Barron is still a relatively recherché name in the grand scheme of things but is way more popular now than he was, say...five years ago. Though, that's mainly because his name is more prominent in the post-Lovecraftian cosmic horror sphere of Weird Fiction, which is a niche subgenre in of itself. While I have dabbled into Weird Fiction, specifically some of the modern and more recent post-Lovecraftian cosmic horror, I haven't read some of Barron's even though I've read him before. What I read from him before was Blood Standard, which was a fairly standard (pun intended) hardboiled mystery with what I can say amazing prose. If anything, the prose does elevated the boilerplate hardboiled detective narrative by sheer atmosphere alone and pointed towards something darker where I can see a touch of Poe's menacing gothic imagery as well as an uneasy ambiance in some part of the novel.
The Man with No Name sits at the intersection of a crime narrative and the cosmic horror genre, something that is typical of Barron if the chatters online are to be believe. This is perfect for me as someone who came from his crime novel, Blood Standard to actually experience what Barron is truly capable of, in this case, the cosmic horror stuff but from something that I've experienced from Barron before, which is from a crime narrative.
The story follows Nanashi which roughly translate to nameless or anonymous in Japanese, hence the name of this novella. Nanashi is a button man for the Herron Clan that has had a recent change in leadership. Nanashi and a few other underlings were ordered by their new boss to kidnap a retired pro-wrestler named Muzaki, a public figure for the Dragon Clan, a rival yakuza group. While things went smoothly as a kidnapping can be, on the account of Muzaki came quietly with Nanashi and his peers, but then things took a turn for the worst as this things tend do.
The novella's narrative was split into two parts with the first half, just like Blood Standard was a crime story, in this case, a full-on gangster story with a few tidbits that might pointed toward to there might be something wrong with the reality by incorporating elements of surrealist horror. At one point, Nanashi sees or feels things that should've not exist, like shadowy presences or dimensions lurking at the edge of perception. Then there's Muzaki's mansion or hideouts that started to feel like a liminal space where things appear too large or too contorted , as if it's a space not set entirely in a grounded reality. The lines between what's a dream and what's reality blurred, and not just for the readers but for Nanashi as well.
Barron, especially his prose, which I find great in terms of crafting beautiful sentences and creating imageries or sceneries that greatly elevates the standard genre writing, in this case, a crime story into something beyond or at least operates in between genre and literary fiction norms.
During the second half, the story took a hard descend into Barron's brand of cosmic horror. It's a weird amalgamation of old 1920s-style pulp fiction and literary fiction with violent and visceral. It's dreadful in both surreal and cosmic.
The story have an ending I don't know if I find satisfying or not especially after the sort of shit that had happened but I do feel like it's a fitting end. The hallmark of a good written story is that the story does always leaves readers wanting more but still find the end fitting if this was indeed the end or at least not overstayed its welcome and I find the ending to hit that point particularly well.
Besides Barron, the only other big name within the Post-Lovecraft cosmic horror tinged Weird Fiction bubble I've read was by Thomas Ligotti and his brand of weird fiction is often cold, philosophical and abstract, with a reverence towards philosophical pessimism, Barron's brand is visceral, rugged and violent in the bloodiest way possible. There's a menace within his universe compared to Lovecraft's where he find his universe uncaring and indifferent which is unfathomable to mere mortals such as ourselves because human seek meaning in everything to make sense of anything. Ligotti then, has his universe sees existence itself is a tragic mistake and a curse, thus madness is an inherent madness is tied to basically living. Barron's treat cosmic horror as a violent, tangible encounter with vast, alien forces. There's a noir-apocalyptic tone to his, where the universe is carnivorous. In Man with No Name, brutal confrontations are rendered in muscular, tactile prose but they also symbolize the protagonist’s fight against meaninglessness and cosmic predation.
Nanashi when introduced, is a violent Yakuza enforcer with that identity instilled into him while Muzaki, the "mascot" of a rival yakuza group, facing an unknown fate was rather nonchalant about it. While this novella is anything but a character driven story, the character were Barron's way of emphasizing brutalist naturalism. Nanashi may not overcome the incomprehensible horror but still faces it with grit and resolve. While I don't know much regarding Japanese myth or folklore, I do picked up a few hint of Greek myth regarding the story with Nanashi as Odysseus and Muzaki as an amalgamation of Polyphemus, Laestrygones and other obstacles from the Odyssey.
Man with No Name is very short but I find it fulfilling as a whole that, like most great weird fiction I find, encourages revisits. It's an unique blend of Hardboiled and Cosmic Horror all while being told in Barron's solid, craftsman-like prose.