by Laramie Dean
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Pub Date 01 Nov 2022 | Archive Date 05 Nov 2022
Nathan has always been haunted by what he calls “deaders,” frightening, disfigured creatures—once human but now hungry and relentless ghosts. After a séance to banish them goes awry, Nathan escapes high school to start over at Waxman University in idyllic Garden City, Montana. But when young men begin to go missing from campus, Nathan finds that the deaders have returned, more frightening and hungrier than ever.
With the help of the mysterious Theo, Nathan seeks to learn the truth behind the disappearances. But something worse than the deaders begins to haunt Nathan . . . something with glowing yellow eyes and giant wings. As reality grows thin, things emerge from the cracks. Is Theo what he seems? Or could he be some kind of monster? Will Nathan learn the truth before he vanishes into the darkness?
A Note From the Publisher
“A hallucinatory journey through a world ravaged by nightmares. Fans of the supernatural will savor every creepy moment in Laramie Dean's ghoulishly dark debut novel." —Ted Geoghegan, writer & director of We Are Still Here
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As a work of horror — or “Montana Gothic”, a term cleverly coined by the author himself — BLACK FOREST proves an intimidating beast to appraise. That’s because any attempt at supplying the novel’s allure with the form that is demanded by a logically-constructed argument can only ever end in groans of dismay. Nevertheless, an attempt will be made.
The story itself is a perpetually morphing entity, one that petrifies at the height of intimacy, and seduces in the wake of malicious defacement. Despite Nathan’s — partial — grasp of reality, shaped around the last vestiges of high school, college, and heart-coercing relationships, the novel’s eerie element is never fully sedated.
In fact, he proves a fascinating character to base a shape-shifting narrative around. Compelled by an inner wickedness he keeps defying, Nathan often experiences a combination of desire and frustration, dread and exhilaration. As a result, there’s a delicious, profoundly sexual undertone to the hauntings that mutilate his sanity.
Consumed by loneliness, disaffection, and a longing for the elusive and the ever-changing, Nathan falls prey to a transformation that leaves everyone, particularly him, blindsided. Its artful subtlety is aided by Dean’s writing, which is as exceptional as it is rousing. And so, with a voice that grips, beguiles, and consumes in the same breath, he manages to imbue the prose with a ferocity that scours the mind and the body alike.
The complexity of BLACK FOREST’s countless parts is perhaps the very thing that elevates it beyond the limitations of horror. Just like Nathan, we’re never fully persuaded by the feigned stability of the mind. With sly references to his parents’ alcoholism, schizophrenia, the supernatural, magic, demons, folklore, as well as innate human depravity, no path of reasoning is ever awarded a higher status than the sum of its contenders. The result is, naturally, exhilarating.
What’s more, by suffusing horror with the air of a psychological thriller, Dean weaves a web of strained, painfully twisted relationships. Imitating the thin physicality of a nightmare, the story manipulates both time and sense, degrading the warm shine of a familiar face and the hunger of spoiled flesh with the same scathing incredulity. Everything, after a certain point, is dream-like and hazy, silently menacing and equally enthralling.
To top it all off, the author leaves us with a wounded sense of validity. That’s because, by allowing Nathan to step in and out of self-made realities, Dean exposes our tendency, and need, to create private worlds. We end up interpreting events in a way that renders life a bespoke creation, a by-product of overarching fear — both in terms of the space it offers, and the limitations invoked by such a release.
In Nathan’s case, fear feeds on the critical state of the only friendship he’s ever known, a shattered heart, as well as the melancholy and yearning brought on by change. That, and the “deaders” and other monstrosities that pursue him. Nathan’s interactions with them further illuminate Dean’s dexterity with the genre. He projects scenes of such violent atrocity that the margin between fantasy and the reader’s own reality is smeared to oblivion.
Thus, we’re never quite sure if we’ve given ourselves over to a supernatural tale, or one of mental deterioration. This sentiment is boosted by the people nearest to Nathan, who seem to nudge him closer to the edge with every violation of the construct of his happiness. This observation is sharpened by a prophecy that is gleaned early on in the tale, and which goes on to dismember Nathan’s present. It leaves him flailing around as he seeks to fit the fragments of reality within the framework of an already-formed experience.
And so, we’re aware of the direction the story will take, but never the rate of its disintegration. This process, as formless as it is voracious, flares out to engulf bodies, shapes, names, truth, and the illusion of distinctiveness. At its culmination point lingers a thing that surfaces and pulses to the beat of a deadened heart. The thought that arises before being swallowed up again is one of our lack of control, as well as our endless hunger for it.
Intoxicating, hallucinatory, sensual, and crippling, BLACK FOREST defies the limits of the page to plague the psyche long after the last nerve has been severed.
This was a new author for me . I never read anything from this author before but for the most part I really liked this book. I thought the whole story was amazing. I honestly didn’t want this book to end. I can’t wait to see what this author comes up with on the next book they write. I usually judge a book from the cover because for me it shows if it’s going to be interesting or not and I loved the book.
I gotta be honest with you: I didn’t expect to like this book as much as I did, and I definitely didn’t expect it to be as freaky as it was. Maybe it’s because all the books people swear are scary aren’t scary to me or because I just have a very skewed perspective on the word “scary”, but this book is a trip and a half. It’s poetic, sad, angry, neurotic, tragic, disorienting, darkly romantic, fanciful (but not overly so), and deeply steeped in the darkest of fairy tales and American folklore. I guarantee you’ll spend most of this book wondering what the heck is truly going on, and that feeling only grows as the book goes on. In the end, you have to make a choice as to what you think really happened, and I don’t think there’s a wrong answer.
I’ll be frank with you in that there is a lot of homophobic language and behavior in this book, along with a lot of internalized homophobia. This appears both literally and metaphorically. If this behavior and the language surrounding it is a huge trigger for you, then be very aware that you will come across it multiple times in this book.
I found this book to be charming, in a way. Sounds unusual, I know, for a horror novel to be somewhat charming, but it sometimes was, with its bursts of Great Gatsby-like dialogue, small talk about mythology, ruminations on the original versions of fairy tales versus what Disney made of them, and shudder-inducing mentions of creatures from American folklore and Native American mythology that give even me the heebie-jeebees. It’s the kind of horror mixed with wonder that always makes me smile because it’s simultaneously exciting and terrifying all at once.
I will admit the story arc could be more solid. It’s not quite as well-plotted as it could be, but this isn’t a plot-driven novel. It’s a character-driven novel that could have been better supported with a more stable plot, but it didn’t need it to be a terrific amount of shivery fun. It’s not all fun and games either, let me tell you. There is a great deal of anger, sadness, and tragedy in this book too. And there’s also the eternal question when it comes to a novel like this (where our protagonist can see supernatural/paranormal beings): is it all in his head or not? Maybe it could even be both?
This book is a long, sad, horrible, freakish spiral into madness and desperation propelled by events that occurred before the book began and only perpetuated and/or accelerated by the protagonist’s mind or by events that happen during the book. It’s tragic, but the tragedy is a beautiful and angry mess. Well worth the read.
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File Under: Genre Mashup/Ghost Story/Horror/LGBTQ Fiction/LGBTQ Romance/Occult Horror/Psychological Thriller/Thriller
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