My Best Friend's Exorcism: A Novel

Finally got around to reading one of Grady Hendrix’s super-popular novels. I’d been wondering if he was really good or just good at irresistible concepts, and shit yeah, he’s really good.

I was entertained start to finish—the book lives up to its cover art—and extra credit goes to the character work. Amid the technicolor supernatural mayhem, I cared about the central friendship. The last chapter focused on the emotional aftermath of the human story, and that kind of thing is always at risk of feeling forced. Here it felt natural and earned. Will definitely read more Hendrix now.

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youthjuice: A Novel

In youthjuice by E.K. Sathue, a woman embraces a plum job at a luxury beauty company and enjoys the rejuvenating effects of a miraculous new moisturizer. Beneath the surface—of her skin, her employer, and her life—is festering horror.

“youthjuice” is to beauty what “Cujo” is to dogs. You’ll never look at skin cream the same way again.

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Weird Forces Sometimes Lead Me to Books

I read an article about Septology, the 800-page novel cycle that sealed the deal on Jon Fosse winning the Nobel Prize for Literature last year. It’s about art and death and God, and it’s full of doppelgängers and strange, mystic smears of reality. You can’t tell if the protagonist is remembering things or hallucinating or actually experiencing supernatural events.

I decided to read it and bought the set. But I wasn’t sure I was ready to begin. I wasn’t in the mood. Or I was so in the mood it scared me a bit, like I suspected the book would affect me existentially and maybe I just wanted to read something lighter next.

Preparing for a train trip to NYC last month, I wondered if I should bring the first volume or something else. I ultimately decided to bring it, and I started reading volume one on the way down. Fifty pages in, I looked up and experienced an eerie rush of coincidences.

The book is set on a snowy night in western Norway. Looking out the train window, the Hudson River landscape was similarly wintry with fresh snowfall. I had my AirPods in with an album by Arvo Part, a mystical composer from Estonia, which is pretty close to Norway. The passenger in front of me was an elderly man working on sheet music, which felt like a visual echo of what I was listening to. To my left, another passenger had his laptop open with a map of Norway on the screen. And then I remembered the most incredible thing.

At home the night before, I was checking my weather app and, for no particular reason, found my fascinated by the global wind currents. I followed the visualization of a strong current from New York across the ocean, and eventually zeroed in on an especially strong current that was curving into the coast of western Norway. I even checked the forecast of a city that was almost precisely the setting of Septology. But at the time, looking at the wind, any connection to the book never crossed my mind or influenced my decision to bring it with me.

The snow, music, sheet music, laptop map, and wind current all hit me in the span of 60 seconds. And I thought, yep, I brought the right book.

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Ghost Girl: A Novel

In Ghost Girl by Ally Malinenko, a young girl in a remote town confronts sinister hounds, parental abandonment, school bullying, a Mephistophelian principal, and a genuinely creepy mud-and-moss woman that appears in her house.

I don’t read a lot of YA. After reading the brutally adult Our Share of Night, I had to adjust my receptors to properly experience a story full of (and I mean this in a good way) youthful innocence and dark delight. My receptors worked just fine. I loved it.

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Book Deal: Our Winter Monster

Here’s the book deal announcement for my new horror novel, coming in early 2025 from Hell’s Hundred (part of Soho Press).

Hell's Hundred!

I’m thrilled to be part of Hell's Hundred, a new horror fiction imprint from the venerable Manhattan-based publisher Soho Press! 

My novel OUR WINTER MONSTER will be their first 2025 release.

Read their super-entertaining announcement at Publishers Weekly.

And here’s their luscious, blood-red catalog of upcoming titles.

Our Share of Night, by Mariana Enríquez

Astonishing, complex, and really dark.

Film analogy: You know how somebody asks you for a horror-movie recommendation, and you have to determine if they want something fun, like The Return of the Living Dead, or something that’s going to leave a mark, like Hereditary?

Our Share of Night will leave a mark. Some of the most harrowing demonic ritual magic shit I’ve ever read in a novel, set against the backdrop of Argentina’s Dirty War (when 22-33K people were “disappeared” by government death squads), with riveting interpersonal storylines throughout.

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Spectrally Important

I love when this happens. I’m reading Silvia Moreno-Garcia’s Silver Nitrate (real good so far) and came upon references to:

  • Jack Parsons, the real-life rocket scientist/occultist who died by blowing himself up, and whose biography, Strange Angel, I own but never got around to reading; it’s promoted to top-of-pile now

  • The Devil Rides Out, an especially great Hammer Horror movie I just received on Blu-ray for Christmas

These constellation moments always feel spectrally important.

Some Non-Horror

I’m having a brief lull in horror reading and watching, with lots of stuff piling up on my to-read and to-watch lists, because December’s been a month of healing from my eye surgery, as well as stabilizing after a year of troublesome anxiety.

Because of the late-November eye surgery, I couldn’t read for a couple of weeks, so I decided to “reread” War & Peace on audiobook. I’ve listened to 30 hours and have 30 more hours to go. It’s as awesomely wonderful as I remembered. And once I could read again, I reread The Wisdom of Insecurity by Alan Watts and Faith, Hope and Carnage by Nick Cave and Seán O'Hagan, to consolidate my well-being.

Pretty soon, I’ll read Silver Nitrate.

If you have any must-read or must-watch horror recommendations for the new year, please email me!