Orrin Grey is a writer I have been into a fair bit for a long time now. I’ve always enjoyed how he leans more towards the fun and spooky type of horror, rather than the more slight and abstract weird fiction type, or the grimdark everything sucks, and the world is ending type. When you read a Grey story, you know it’s not going to be as serious as all that. It is going to focus on the wonder more than on the terror if you catch my drift. Withing many of the stories that make up this collection, however, we find Grey operating in a more ponderous register. There are still stories, like The House of Mars, that are fantastical flights of fancy, but they don’t have as much impact as tales like The Drunkard’s Dream, which is easily the most compelling one in the slim volume.
Even without the author’s notes going into it, you get the sense that there is a deep longing that pulsates like a heart of darkness at the center of these tales. The title story is something of a thesis statement and was one of my favourites. I’ve always found the supernatural, ghost stories in particular, soothing and it felt nice to find a kindred spirit in that.
As with any anthology that collects writings spanning many years, it’s wildly uneven. Stories like Prehistoric Animals, The Big, Dark House by the Sea, The House of Mars, The Humbug, and Annum’s Fire stand out as particularly well-executed and inventive, while Old Haunts, The Cult and the Canary, The Double-Goer, The Pepys Lake Monster, and The Power of the Dead all present interesting concepts or moments, but either end up having rather cliché elements/endings or feeling less developed/memorable to this reader.
Luckily, the only stories that were total misses for me were Masks, Dr Pitt’s Menagerie, The Splitfoot Reel, and Stygian Chambers. 4 forgettable and slight stories in a collection of 18 is nothing to scoff at.
All in all, it wasn’t my favourite of Orrin Grey’s collections, but when it was on, it was really on.