Iris is 13 years old and hears voices, especially those of dead relatives. Through her eyes, the large country house she shares with Mommy has a ghostly, supernatural quality.
This eerie blend of psychological horror and traditional ghost stories is typical of Lucy McKnight Hardy’s new collection of short stories, a follow-up to her scorching debut novel about family sadness. Water must reject them..
Like that book Dead relatives It reveals ordinary eerieness, including awkward family dynamics, motherhood, and often an overkill female spirit.
The story of Iris, the first-named story of the collection, shows that her home was a single-mother family in the 1960s, and a socially shunned unmarried pregnant woman was sent to give birth.
This story reminds us that even when we are looking for fear in the paranormal, there is something really huge in what humans do with each other in real life.
In many ways Dead relatives The collection is a horror of motherhood. In Hardy’s sensual and disturbing prose, blood and bird eggs are glimpsed, with a ubiquitous smell of putrefaction. She talks about her parents’ worst nightmares and creates women whose actions may make them monsters.
But the “monsters” we meet, the mothers who don’t love their children, the mothers who yearn for their former unique self, and the harassed and revengeful wives, reveal experiences that contradict themselves. Often sympathetic and sometimes even interesting. Sacrifice maternal stereotypes.
Another story, “Jutland,” is from Susan Hill. Woman dressed in black.. There are the same desolate landscapes, repellent homes, and worried but reluctant neighbors. But the reality here is slippery.
At the 11th hour, a development similar to Shirley Jackson asks, from the details, whether it’s a source of postpartum depression or, worse, a hallucinatory explanation.
Occasionally, Hardy devotes himself to speculative fiction, but she is the most compelling in the sinister photographs of the home.
“Sometimes she thinks of killing him when he’s sleeping,” she wrote in “The Face of a Resting Bitch.” For a more violent urge.
In this eerie collection, Hardy pierces the indescribable, such as maternal dissatisfaction, the desire to be selfish, and our darkest retaliatory thoughts, and then with jarring clarity. It is displayed.
We are just beginning to admit a more rounded explanation for motherhood, and dead relatives give them alternating horrifying and painful tones.