(Originally published at carsonwinter.com)
You Know It’s True presents itself as a rather grand document. Here it is—the final collection from acclaimed indie horror author J.R. Hamantaschen. This has been a promise a long time coming, last seen in his collection A Deep Horror That Was Very Nearly Awe, where he suggested a desire to stop writing short fiction and start writing novels. You Know It’s True is Hamantaschen doubling-down on that suggestion, while taking his small but loyal audience on one more trip around his merry go-round of mean-spirited pessimism and self-loathing.
If you haven’t read Hamantaschen, that may give you pause. Surely, not even horror fans really want to read something so... proudly vile. But, Hamantaschen, who often frames himself as a provocateur, uses horror as a means of emotional exorcism (or ineffective therapy). Where some authors delve deeper into corporal extremity and blood and guts to chase their new high of increasingly shocking content, Hamantaschen plums emotional depths. He brings to the table an unapologetically depressive perspective that can be shocking and uncomfortable to the uninitiated. Hamantaschen’s characters find joy in killing bullies, committing suicide to the detriment of others; they keep lifelong secrets and their masturbation habits kill people. And while the characters don’t come around to turning the other cheek or learning to be happy, we are left with an unsettling portrait of real, damaged people uncajoled by good taste and Doing the Right Thing.
Thomas Ligotti is the go-to pessimist in horror literature and it’s interesting to see how Hamantaschen and Ligotti differ in their approaches. Where Ligotti creates characters that are so anxious they appear almost entirely alienated from reality, Hamantaschen’s characters are much more steeped in contemporary life. His characters chat and joke (relationships, and his eye for portraying them, are a highlight throughout You Know It’s True) and generally appear grounded in a real world where debt, jealousy, and depression are as scary and omnipresent as murderous millipedes and suicide cults. And where Ligotti’s prose is sharp and lucid, Hamantaschen’s is loose and conversational, which makes the whole affair seem that much more tragic. J.R. is a great storyteller, but because of the choices he makes with his prose, you never lose the sense that he is talking to you. He’s the perpetually sad friend, the transparent edgelord, the I-need-someone-to-hear-me-and-say-’I-get-it’ dude at the bar—and because of that, and similar to Ligotti, You Know It’s True feels intensely, sometimes awkwardly, personal.
Which, in my mind, is how good fiction should feel. Hamantaschen lets it all out in his stories and it truly feels like someone showing you the best and worst of themselves, completely uninhibited (albeit aided by pseudonymity).
The stories themselves are uniformly excellent, each with accompanying notes by the author where he reveals more of himself than he ever has before. In some ways, while You Know It’s True feels like a goodbye, it’s also a long-awaited introduction to its mysterious author. I found the notes fascinating, as they helped to fill out my image of the author as a person, rather than a cult figure. Some highlights of the collection include the dark and caustic “I Should Have Been a Pair of Ragged Claws/ Scuttling Across the Floors of Silent Seas,” the languidly paced and relationship oriented “Nothing Goes Wrong From the Couch,” the genre experiment “Grab More Knives,” and, of course, the ending novella “Beholden to the Past, Impatient to the Present, Cheated of the Future”—a bizarre, but empathetic exploration of masturbation addiction with a daydreamy weird conceit.
You Know It’s True has more Hamantaschen on the page than ever before, and if you’re a fan of his stories, that is most likely what you want. He, the man, is inextricable from his work. And he is—for all his depression, anxiety, and self-loathing—the reason we keep coming back. You Know It’s True offers its author on full display and we, the reader, are left to cringe and marvel in equal measure.