As an extreme horror junkie, I am always on the lookout for those exceptionally rare horror masterpieces that leave me not merely scared or disgusted, but rather, utterly disturbed, and ill at ease for days after finishing the final page.
In the past few years since I’ve started this blog, I can think of three books that have accomplished this:
- The Shining, by Stephen King
- The Wide, Carnivorous Sky and Other Monstrous Geographies, by John Langan
- Your House is On Fire, Your Children All Gone, by Stefan Kiesbye
And now this: The Beautiful Thing That Awaits Us All, by Laird Barron.
What can I say? Barron’s collection of short stories, in their Lovecraftian, primal, otherworldy promises of horrors beyond the classical Satan, scared the freaking bejesus out of me.
And I don’t mean like “Boo!” I mean in that it made me doubt the safety of the known universe — who decided what was safe anyway? How do you know for sure?