You never know whose ears will hear your prayers and see fit to answer them.
Dark, disturbing, depraved, disgusting, demoralizing, dreamlike. A solid collection of short stories from the author of Miss Corpus, which, like its film adaptation, was also very good. There’s just something so refreshing and beautiful about Chapman’s prose that makes me happy and that I admire immensely, even when it’s describing a boy fucking a pumpkin.
My favorites were Rest Area, Second Helping, The Man Corn Triptych, Correspondence of Corpses and Bladder Companion. Wonderfully unsettling stuff that you both can and can’t really classify as horror.