The Orange Eats Creeps
The Orange Eats Creeps is that magnificent kind of spooky book that takes an archetypal story and monster and turns it on its head to make something new and even scarier
Antiquarian and Classic Book Reviews
Most old books are written by men. These books were written by women.
The Orange Eats Creeps is that magnificent kind of spooky book that takes an archetypal story and monster and turns it on its head to make something new and even scarier
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Spooky Season is Here at Last October is finally here and I have a whole bunch of spooky books saved up just for the occasion. I’m excited to start bringing out the holiday content and diving into it. However, this year with the amount of things we have packed into the month, I can admit […]
It gives life to this rather harrowing story of random and brutal violence, bringing humanity to what often just becomes statistics of cruelty.
I’m including Unusual Fragments as a spooky selection because all of these stories share some aspect of the unusual and arguably supernatural — or at least just plain eerily weird.
I love a haunted house story, and though this isn’t a novel about actual ghosts (for the most part), it is a story about how human lives haunt the places they played out in.
My Men follows the life of Brynhild Storset who emigrates form Norway to the United States and eventually becomes Belle Gunness, arguably the first serial killer in American history.
What follows is a fever dream of decay and the juxtaposition of awakening and discovering blurred boundaries between individuals, bodies, sexuality, and plant life.
If you think of the themes of a novel like a complex spiderweb, most of the time an overzealous use of repetition is akin to the author shoving the reader into the centre of it.