How did this novella have me relating so easily, so strongly, with a man who had once been vertically sawed in half?
I think it’s because this brilliant author, M. Shaw, knows that horror is at its best when it’s tapping into fears that are real and relatable – and these familial fears: extreme codependency and toxic sibling relationships are some of my most extreme. One Hand to Hold, One Hand to Carve takes a look at these fears through two brothers, who had once been one body, who awaken in a morgue, on a slab, cut in half. These brothers, Left and Right, both have very distinct voices, wants, desires – one wishes to carve a new path for himself, and dreams of a different life, while the other holds onto his brother tighter and tighter still, refusing to give him the space to find his own identity.
How each brother deals with these desires is enthralling – but make no mistake, this is no mere family drama. Shaw’s a master of the macabre, and there’s a dearth of dark details littered throughout the novella that keep you, as the reader, unnerved. From the way they hobble out of the hospital, entrails and guts spilling out of their wounds, to the disturbing way they regrow their cloven limbs, to the folk horror-esque ending where it all comes together, the story wrapped up with a gruesome bow, there’s some much here that will satiate all your cravings for something weird and dark and thought-provoking. After reading One Hand to Hold, One Hand to Carve, I’m a huge fan of Shaw, and the works of Tenebrous Press – and I can’t wait to read more from this author, and this wonderfully weird and wicked press.