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Book description
Reggie Oliver is probably the best living writer of the M.R. James species of weird tale, and one of the finest in the entire horror genre. Unfortunately, his collections of short fiction tend to appear in tiny press runs from small publishers, and are usually unavailable except from high-priced book dealers. The good news is that Tartarus Press, in addition to publishing his latest assortment of horrors (Mrs. Midnight and Other Stories) is now starting to reissue the earlier collections, beginning with this, Olivers first.These tales are constructed along Jamesian lines: the tone is low-key, the characterization deft, the plotting ingeniously devised to lead the reader to a moment when something truly bizarre and monstrous is glimpsed, and then the tale wraps up logically, without excessive explanation. Usually there are subtle indications of the awfulness to come: these are made more mysterious by being obtained at second or third hand, or read in a manuscript, or otherwise indirectly perceived. Olivers horrors are sometimes readily comprehensible, sometimes so outre as to take us far away from orthodox ghosts or monsters, as with the revolting bag of skin in The Golden Basilica. They are unfailingly set forth in prose of astonishing precision and clarity. Like the very finest writers of weird fiction, Oliver can achieve a bigger impact with a single carefully-fashioned line than some writers can in entire novels. In this regard, I am particularly fond of the The Seventeenth Sister: at one point the reader is afforded a look at the crazed scribblings of a man who died a bad death (one notes the almost humorous understatement); these largely incomprehensible writings nevertheless convey the notion that the dead man was tormented by a strange, terrifying thing, which he does not actually describe beyond scrawling the eerie line, Her mouth wept cold water on my pillow. Now, even James would have trouble topping that!The Boy in Green Velvet is also extremely effective. Its built around a fictional play of the same name (likely the most noxious unwritten work of dramaturgy since The King in Yellow). Oliver describes the plays grotesqueries with great economy and suggestiveness. I also liked Evil Eye, which demonstrates that even at the beginning of his career, Oliver was far more than a writer of pastiches. Its about as far removed from James as one can get in terms of subject matter and ideas (if anything, it reminds me of a certain Clive Barker story), but Olivers characteristic combination of outlandish horror and tight writing bring splendid results.Obviously I recommend this collection very, very highly. But it isnt flawless. Some of the stories are stronger than others: for example, Garden Gods is a little too predictable and contrived. And the apparatus of an apparently orthodox Christian view of the afterlife occasionally intrudes, to the slight detriment of a few of the stories. Oliver is never as heavy-handed as Russell Kirk, but the pleasantly Hollywoodish endings of Death Mask and Miss Marchants Cause, in which the dead are helped to find Eternal Peace, detract from otherwise superb stories. But these are minor blemishes. Get this book while you can!
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