Tuesday, 18 March 2025

Carrion Crow


 “There are some facts about the world that only your mother can teach you.”
I mainly read and review horror fiction. This puzzle box of a novel took me entirely by surprise. In its early pages, I was fascinated by its idiosyncrasies and portrait of late Victorian British eccentricity, but left wondering “at which point will the horror show its ugly head?”. I even began to wonder if I’d made a mis-step in requesting this book for review.

I needn’t have been so concerned. By the time this book was finished with me, I was left with no doubts. This is one of the most affecting books I’ve read in a long time. Parry’s rich prose is a barbed delight: I was amused, upset, disgusted, appalled and horrified - frequently all within the space of a few pages. The writing employs all five senses to thoroughly revolt you and there are some grotesque descriptions in this book that will stay with me for a long time.

Marguerite Périgord is engaged to marry Mr Lewis. Her disapproving mother Cécile confines her to the tiny attic of their dilapidated London home by way of preparation for her married life. Isolated from her family and with only the novels of Victor Hugo and Mrs Beaton’s Book of Household Management (“the thousand pages of prescribed femininity, the dictionary of what men wanted from women”) for company, Marguerite earnestly begins her education.

“It is the great shame of my life, Marguerite, that you have turned out the way you have, despite my best efforts. You will be the death of me, I think…”

As the novel discloses its secrets, we learn about Cécile’s life and the lengths her daughter must now go to for survival as her ostentatious meals are provided less and less frequently. This is a witty, scathing novel about scandal and unfulfilled promises, about what it means to be a mother, a daughter, and a wife at the mercy of a cruel patriarchy; but perhaps most of all it is about generational trauma.

I devoured the second half of this novel in a day, on a train back up north from (appropriately enough) London. My friend was surprised when I told her how horrible Carrion Crow was since she’d seen me chuckling to myself a lot whilst reading it. I hadn’t realised how much I’d laughed during this book until someone else pointed it out. This is a very witty novel: horrible things happen, but you would have to have a heart of stone not to laugh at the way in which some of them are described.

In terms of comparisons, the book that Carrion Crow reminds me of most is Perfume: The Story of a Murderer by Patrick Süskind, in terms of the sense(s) of the disturbing and macabre, the abundance of bodily fluids, and the sheer revulsion invoked by the prose. Fans of Camilla Grudova will also find a lot to enjoy here.

I would not recommend this book to everyone - please check trigger warnings before proceeding because there’s a lot here that could be damaging. But for readers who can stomach it, this book will be a carton of mixed eggs, where the first one you choose will be a sweet chocolate fondant; the next, a sharp vinegared hard-boiled egg - and the third one you bite into just might contain a fragile baby bird beneath its crisp shell.

I’m off to devour the rest of Parry’s back catalogue like a boiled calf’s head that I must strip of every last scrap of meat from for sustenance.

Thank you to RandomHouse UK and Netgalley for providing a digital ARC of this book.

Thursday, 7 November 2024

Gigantvm Penisivm: A Tale of Demonic Possession


"Death, IRL, is the final cancellation"

 When I requested a review copy of Gigantvm Penisivm, it’s fair to say that I wasn’t expecting a literary tome that tackled its themes with gravitas. From award-winning Filipino author, Jose Elvin Bueno, this novel is billed by publisher Clash Books as a satire on social media influencers and most intriguingly “A24’s Bodies, Bodies, Bodies meets Talk To Me“. My interest was piqued and I saw the potential for a whacky “I-can’t-believe-what-I-just-read” book.


Rafa, Basti, Vicente, Pia, and Mitzi are a group of vacuous social media-addicted influencers: a fin-tech wunderkind; an OnlyFans pornstar; an Instagram model; and so on) who get together on a Friday to stave off the ennui of their privileged lives with drugs and alcohol. The characters are all obsessed with their metrics of online engagement (or as the author puts it amusingly, their “anals and algos”). Basti suggests a demonic summoning to liven things up, using the obscene incantation “Gigantvm Penisivm”. Things go predictably south from there when the spirit possesses each character one by one. After a few chapters with these odious self-obsessed characters, I was more than ready for them to get bumped off in the time-honoured tradition of a trashy horror movie. Sadly, I have to file this novel comfortably in the “not for me” box and I will not be recommending this in good faith to anyone I know.


In the defence of Gigantvm Penisivm (a phrase that you probably won’t find anywhere else on the internet), the premise offers rich potential for satire and social commentary. The early chapters stress the importance of names and draw an interesting parallel between social media handles and the horror trope that if you know a demon’s name, then you have a degree of power and control over it. Characters are referred to by their @-tags throughout the book: an interesting convention at first, but it gets tiring quickly. There’s a suggestion of interplay between the followers/followed and the influencer/influenced, which I was anticipating would be teased out in the context of a horror story about demonic possession.


The book also comments on the importance of telling your own story (or Story, like on Instagram, geddit?) and maintaining a strong authorial voice. The whole narrative is framed as a story that is playing out for the online viewers (and by extension, the voyeur that is the reader). I was anticipating some unreliable narrator shenanigans here, and I’m always here for that.


In short, I started to expect too much from a book of this title.


It’s unusual that I can pinpoint the exact point that I mentally check out of a book, but I can tell you that I knew none of my early optimism for Gigantvm Penisivm was going to be fulfilled when I read the word “milkers” used to describe a character’s breasts. There’s no coming back from that.


This book crawled along at snail’s pace. It is narrated in the first person by both Rafa and Mitzi who alternate chapters. It doesn’t take long to realise that narrator 2 is describing exactly the same events that narrator 1 has just told you, chapter by chapter. I was expecting there to be conflict between the two voices as they began to contradict one another, making you question who to believe - but alas there was no discernable reason for this device, making for a tedious and frustrating read where very little of interest happens.


It wasn’t always easy to tell the narrative voices apart, so there are key phrases repeated throughout to establish the character’s POV. Unfortunately this means that the phrase “that adorable slut” and “that r*tard” are used multiple times. The r-slur appears nearly 30 times in this 267-page book. It’s 2024; there’s no excuse for this and it adds nothing to the book. Another recurring motif is that every mention of the word “influencer” is stylised as “f**k this word, influencer”. I read this phrase more times than I cared to count. In fact, repetition is a major theme of this book and it didn’t feel intentional.


And what of the actual possession? Reader beware, SPOILERS lie ahead so please stop here if you don’t want to know more about this book’s plot.


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Our group of feckless influencers succeed in summoning up the world’s dullest spirit. Upon taking control of each character’s body, the spirit cites lengthy passages of legislature, strips them of their money (which they apparently give up voluntarily; perhaps demons accept crypto as currency these days?) and imposes martial law. It transpires that the demon is none other than Ferdinand Marcos, former President of the Phillippines. I am not at all familiar with Filipino politics, so I may well have entirely missed the satire here. I understand that the actions of the possessed mirror the real-life decrees of Marcos, who ruled as a corrupt dictator for 14 years. Someone less ignorant of this part of the world may get a lot more out of this novel than I did.


The Gigantvm Penisivm has very little bearing on the story thankfully, until the final pages of the novel which, apropos of nothing, include a graphic sex scene between Marcos and the pornstar character. My research on whether this is based on any historical fact has proved inconclusive.


I wanted so badly to DNF this book but I made myself finish it. There is no horror here, and worse still there is no satire or humour. I count myself lucky that there was no punning on the phrase “brand penetration” - a missed opportunity, if you ask me


If you want to experience this for yourself, Gigantvm Penisivm was published on 5th November and is available as a paperback or on Kindle from Amazon. Thank you to Netgalley and Clash Books for providing me with this ARC and I can only apologise for my honest review.

Monday, 28 October 2024

Out There Screaming: An Anthology of New Black Horror

Jordan Peele (writer/director of acclaimed movies Get Out, Us and Nope) presents this anthology of 19 short stories from black voices of horror fiction, co-edited by John Joseph Adams. Featuring a line-up of award-winning writers, Out There Screaming won the 2023 Bram Stoker award for superior achievement in a horror anthology.

Like any collection of short stories, this is a mixed bag of delights but there’s something here for everyone. The collection veers from N.K. Jemisin’s twisted tale of police brutality and body horror through to tales of spiritual traditions like obeah and juju, even taking a few detours into Black Mirror-esque science fiction dystopias. Many of these stories deal explicitly with the horrors of historical and present day black lived experiences: slavery, life under Jim Crow, everyday racism and sexism; meanwhile others are simply black writers telling their horror stories. One or two of the stories didn’t really land for me, but the vast majority of these had me in their thrall.


Book cover of Out There Screaming edited by Jordan Peele


In terms of stand-out stories, Violet Allen’s The Other One grabs the reader hard. Our heart-broken narrator is sending text messages to her ex-lover into a void of silence… until one day she receives a jarring reply followed by threats and demands for money: “lol, why are u texting my boyfriend?


In Tananarive Due’s The Rider, two young civil rights activists realise that their bus will never get them to their demonstration. Invasion of the Baby Snatchers by Lesley Nneka Arimah is a wild ride that wears its X-files influences on its sleeve right from its killer opening:


“Used to be, you could tell an alien pregnancy from a human one with your naked eye, back before they’d figured people out…. But of course, they learned.”


In Your Happy Place, Terence Taylor channels the uncanny feeling of Peel’s own Get Out when a prisoner discovers the horrifying secret between a new reform programme for inmates.


As a white reader, I’m sure there were details and layers here that I simply missed and I can’t help but wonder what those were and how it would have affected my reading experience. Out There Screaming is a thought-provoking and chilling anthology that will send readers scurrying away to track down the other works of writers included here. I would love to see this title reprinted in a few years time with the addendum “Volume 1” for the sake of clarity, because it had since become the first in a series.


Out There Screaming was published in paperback earlier this month and is currently available on Kindle for just 99p. Thank you to NetGalley and Picador for providing a digital advance review copy of this book. All opinions are my own.

Tuesday, 5 August 2014

Morning Computer

I've been feeling inspired this morning by Warren Ellis's daily writing site: morning.computer, in which he commits an act of daily journalism by jotting down a brief paragraph or two. It's a splatterboard for his thoughts, way to connect with his readers (the term "PR" just doesn't feel right applied to Warren),  and - I suspect - a way to practise writing for writing's sake, without the need to perfect, promote or polish.

If you're a fan of Ellis, you won't be surprised to learn that these posts can cover anything from thoughts on tech, history, book and cinema reviews/rereads and the general demands for MORE WHISKEY NOW OHMYGOD WHY IS THE SUN ALREADY SHINING.

This is one of my favourites: http://morning.computer/2014/07/notebooking/

Sample:

"I’ve tried making notes on my phone, and it’s fine for some time-sensitive reminders, but for development and that certain writer’s form of “thinking out loud,” nothing works better for me than making marks on paper. I am trained to not be able to fully apprehend a thought until it’s in front of me."

I may return to this blog yet...

Tuesday, 29 July 2014

Guess The Book...

I've been racking my brains for a good way to get back into blogging again and I really don't know where to start. So how about a quick snapshot of the best of what I've read since I last posted - bonus points if you can guess the book!

  • a collection of Caitlin Moran's journalism
  • a comic book series about 2 hipsters who have the (very) unique power of being able to freeze time at the moment they reach orgasm. In the style of Robin Hood, they decide to put this power to good use by robbing a bank for money to keep the public library open
  • a crime thriller featuring a LA love triangle, crooked cops and dead prostitute
  • a graphic novel that's been described as Downton Abbey - with zombies
  • the obligatory Game of Thrones doorstop
  • a history of comic books, written a Scottish writer living in LA
  • a transcript of a Stuart Lee stand-up show, with extensive liner notes from the comedian himself
  • a guide to new words coined to describe new stuff that we encounter in this Brave New World of the internet
  • a graphic adventure where Captain Nemo's granddaughter takes on the Third Reich in an alternative world inspired by Fritz Lang's Metropolis
  • too many X-men and Batman graphic novels to name...
I've always made it my aim to read widely, eclectically, unpredictably if possible.. I think I've done OK there.  So far.

Sunday, 24 February 2013

To The Devil His Due

Daredevil Volume 1 (Marvel Comics, 2012)
Collecting issues #1-6
Writer: Mark Waid
Penciler: Paolo Rivera, Marcos Martin
Inker: Joe Rivera
Letterer: VC’s Joe Caramagna

Daredevil’s been in a funk for several years now, with each new creative team that takes over the book putting Matt Murdock through ever bleaker adventures. These stories resulted in a grim and gritty outlook  for Daredevil.  This new series from writer Mark Waid comes as a breath of fresh air.  Daredevil has a light, breezy tone throughout as he bounces back from his lowest point.


Stylistically the book stands out too.  The stories here are bright, colourful and visually appealling.  Regular series artist Paolo Rivera uses a range of new short-hand techniques to show how the blind Murdock navigates his world and in particular his sense of “radar vision”.  Although this might sound superfluous to the spandex heroics, it’s really a central point of the book.  The character of Daredevil rests upon the concept that a blind man can have such mastery of his environment that he can become a superhero – make no mistake, a little of the old suspension of disbelief is needed here.  But the art on this book will make you see the world from Matt Murdock’s perspective.



Overall, this was a great start to a new series and a perfect jumping-on point for new readers.  I’m looking forward to seeing where else Waid’s run takes Daredevil.

(As a postscript, I've linked to the Amazon page above by force of habit but when I checked out AbeBooks, there's a cheaper copy available here.)

Saturday, 5 January 2013

GoodReads

One of the fun things I've been doing this last years is tracking all my reading on a GoodReads profile site.  My profile's here if anyone's interested.  It's a great way to catalogue your reading, follow trends and keep a record (although it won't ever replace my trusty List) and for geeks like me you can make some pretty pictures to show off the books you've read.  This is especially good if you read a lot of books that you don't own, if you have an e-reader or if you get a lot of books from your local library*.

As soon as I've figured it out, I'll get a widget up on this page to show/shame what I read last year.

I just about hit my target of 60 books to read in 2012 (with a little bit of cheating - including speed-reading comic books to get through my quota as the end of December began to loom).  I've set myself a target of a modest 65 to read in 2013, with a personal promise (ha ha) to read more novels and comics.


*Which of course, would be a legal requirement in my future vision of book-centric dystopia. Benefits would then be deducted for people who didn't check out a pre-agreed number of items per annum and it would be a horrible, horrible place to live.  Judge Dredd would be on the scene to inform my ridiculous rules.  You have been warned so at least try to act surprised when they march you down to the self-checkout machines.