Spin a black yarn Novellas

Josh Malerman

Book - 2023

"Five novellas of horror and speculative fiction from the New York Times bestselling author of Bird Box: -A sister insists to her little brother that "Half the House Is Haunted" by a strange presence. But is it the house that's haunted-or their childhoods? -In "Argyle," a dying man confesses to homicides he never committed, and he reveals long-kept secrets far more sinister than murder. -A tourist takes the ultimate trip to outer space in "The Jupiter Drop," but the real journey is into his own dark past. -In "Doug and Judy Buy the House Washer," a trendy married couple buys the latest home gadget only to find themselves trapped by their possessions, their history, and each other. -And in &q...uot;Egorov," a wealthy old cretin murders a young man, not knowing the victim was a triplet. The two surviving brothers stage a savage faux-haunting-playing the ghost of their slain brother-with the aim of driving the old murderer mad"--

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Horror fiction
Novellas
Published
New York : Del Rey 2023.
Language
English
Main Author
Josh Malerman (author, -)
Edition
First edition
Physical Description
386 pages : illustration ; 22 cm
ISBN
9780593237861
  • Half the house is haunted
  • Argyle
  • Doug and Judy buy the house washer
  • The Jupiter drop
  • Egorov.
Review by Booklist Review

Malerman invites readers to visit Samhattan, Michigan, home of Daphne, with five intensely unsettling and utterly original novellas: a unique brother-sister dynamic set creepily in half a haunted house; an uncomfortably thought-provoking psychological story where a man makes a startling confession on his deathbed; a dark satire featuring an awful, wealth-driven couple, one that also effortlessly implicates the reader in its criticism; an emotional tale of guilt cleverly disguised as space horror; and finally, an atmospheric, historical ghost story with a surreal twist. While vastly different in plot, each hooks readers by introducing unease in their first lines, taking on well-known tropes with fresh eyes, and pushing it all to the edge of expectation, sometimes even pitching it over the cliff. These are among the best novellas published yet this year. Malerman has been intentionally building his universe all along, and while new readers will enjoy this volume, fans will find terrifying joy in how his latest release calls upon everything he has ever published. Suggest to readers who enjoy authors like Cassandra Khaw, Paul Tremblay, and Silvia Moreno-Garcia, masters at preserving their unique voice even as they stretch their stories across varied frames and tropes.

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

Bestseller Malerman (Bird Box) returns with a chilling volume of five horror novellas crafted with a perfect mix of intrigue, disgust, tension, and, of course, fear. Echoing such horror greats as Shirley Jackson, the opening tale follows a brother and sister from childhood to old age as the brother tries to make sense of his sister's eponymous claim that "Half the House Is Haunted." Malerman's narratives succeed through not revealing too much--there's no excessive gore, no jump scares or cheap tricks. Instead, he allows pressure to slowly build and refuses to let it break even when the stories conclude. This technique shines in "Argyle," in which a man on his deathbed confesses to his wife and children that his whole life has been spent just barely restraining himself from committing brutal murders. It's a classically engrossing horror story with a shocking twist. "Egorov" is presented as a true account in translation from the Russian of a murder and its unlikely consequences, while both "Doug and Judy Buy the House Cleaner" and "The Jupiter Drop" tend more toward sci-fi while still delivering plenty of scares. This is everything one wants out of a horror collection. Agent: Kristin Nelson, Nelson Literary. (Aug.)

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Review by Library Journal Review

Malerman (Daphne) has woven together a quintet of strange novellas. Fans of fantastic fiction should find a story that speaks to them. That story could be about two brothers, once triplets, who concoct a bizarre plan to avenge their brother's murder. Fans of grim humor might enjoy the tale of a rich but boorish couple who pay for a very thorough house-cleaning service. Science-fiction fans will gravitate to the story about a trip through the planet Jupiter that evokes Ray Bradbury at his most terrifying. Malerman has shown himself to be a genre chameleon, going from the apocalypse in Bird Box to Westerns in Unbury Carol, and he continues to evolve with this wide-ranging collection. While Malerman tries his hand in different genres, he also utilizes fiction-writing techniques that could be used in any MFA classroom, such as how deathbed confession Argyle creates slow-burning tension or how the haunted-sibling tale Half the House Is Haunted handles multiple perspectives across a lifetime. VERDICT Malerman's collection is tailor-made made for writers studying the craft and readers who love to watch a writer flex their creative muscles.--James Gardner

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

A collection of odd tales by the author of Bird Box (2014) and other books. Returning to his made-up city of Samhattan, Michigan, Malerman offers five stories about pitiable lost souls. In "Doug and Judy Buy the House Washer™," a bickering couple of considerable wealth tries out "the most luxurious item on the market," shutting themselves inside a large glass tube in their living room as the house and all its contents are submerged in miracle cleaning goop. As revealing letters and other secret items swoosh up against the glass, they contest their troubled past--and, unable to shut off the machine, panic over their immediate future. In "The Jupiter Drop," a rich man estranged from his family confronts his sad existence on an "interstellar thrill ride" that has him free-fall through Jupiter's stormy atmosphere inside a luxury apartment with transparent walls and a "virtual mom." "Half the House Is Haunted" charts the long-term psychological effects of an 8-year-old girl's ceaseless efforts to scare her 6-year-old brother in their creepy home. In "Egorov," the best of the stories, set around the turn of the 20th century in Samhattan's Little Russia, two identical 24-year-old triplets use their ghostly presences to find the murderer of their brother. And in "Argyle," a dying man celebrates getting through his life without acting on his murderous desires. "Is there any greater sign of a father's love than not drowning his children in the tub?" Malerman never runs out of wild premises or the knack for ridiculing the human condition à la Mad magazine. But these long stories reveal his tendency to drive his concepts into the ground. Most of them go on and on before petering out without a satisfying conclusion. Boldly imagined scenarios, disappointing payoffs. Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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PART ONE 8 AND 6 Half the house is haunted, Robin. Don't ask me which half! Don't you ever ask that again! I'll tell Mommy about the rat if you do. You think I won't, little brother? Didn't I tell Daddy about the fight? Didn't I tell him you roughed up that ninny at school? I didn't leave any of it out, either. Nope. The way you moved that ninny's nose. The way you made him sob. So don't fiddle with me, Robin! And don't you dare demand. Half the house is haunted, I say, and so haunted half the house is! * * * Stephanie is trying to scare me again. It's all she does. Daddy says it's getting worse. He said that very thing at dinner. He said, Stephanie is so hard on Robin. She is! Mommy asked for an example. Daddy didn't have one and I was too scared to raise my hand. I could have told them she used to hide under the bed. I could have told them how later she placed that dead kid under the bed, dressed as her, so that I thought it was Stephanie down there. Then the real Stephanie leapt from out of the closet. She laughed so hard it made her look different. Then she demanded I help bury the kid again in the East Kent cemetery. I refused and she told me it was phony anyway and then she told Daddy about the fight I got in at school. I fight a lot at school. And I'm darn good at it too! If Stephanie isn't careful, I'm gonna fight her next. But what if what she says is true? What if half the house is haunted? And what if she knows which half? What would I do without her? * * * You always think in such simple terms, Robin. You're such a simpleton. Do you know that word? You should. You are that word. You hear "half" and you say front or back, side or side. You don't even consider top or bottom. You don't consider it's every other step. Follow me. Right now, dammit. This step? Maybe haunted. This step? Maybe not. What's wrong? Are you really leaving me up here alone? Are you really going to run downstairs where there's nobody, when that might be the haunted half? Oh, Robin. You are much too simple for a puzzle like this. You think in lines. I think in depth. Yes, in depth. Maybe it's the outline of the house that's haunted and not the inner house, you see? Maybe you should find the center of the house and wait there while the haunting goes on, for the rest of your life, wait in the center of the house, Robin, where it might be safe, and . . . and it might not! * * * Stephanie is so terrible! She leads me around the house like a little dog. Mommy and Daddy are off doctoring and Stephanie is supposed to take care of me. I can take care of myself! Just not in every way. I can't make lunch, I know. I'm not allowed to use the stove. The oven is so big, Stephanie and me could squeeze inside together. The cupboards are too high. Even Stephanie steps on chairs to get the oatmeal down. I can get up on my bed, of course, but Stephanie has made me so scared I don't even want to take a nap. She tells me my bedroom might be part of the haunted half. I ask her if it is. Does she know? She won't tell! She's terrible. All she wants to do is scare me. That's all! Where is she hiding now? Every curtain is a hiding place. She told me that once. She said even the middle of the hall is a hiding place for some things. I want to go outside. I can't stand it inside anymore. I'm always just waiting for Stephanie to scare me. I can't stand how terrible she is! * * * You think the outside is safe, Robin? Why? Because there are no walls? No ceiling? No floor? Do you see how simple this is? You think the sun will help you? You think the open air is your friend? I was in the library, Robin. I searched Mommy and Daddy's thesaurus for simple. I found many words and they all apply to you just perfectly, just perfectly so! Ordinary, common, plain, artless. Just four there, already a biography. Homely, average, feeble. But my favorite? Oh, Robin, my favorite word for you is credent. Now, get back inside, credent! Who said the outside isn't the haunted half? * * * Mommy and Daddy are back and they asked Stephanie how I was. She told them I was tolerable. Mommy patted her on the head when she used that word and Daddy said, I see you've been in the library, Steph. Continue to do that. They encourage her. Always. And they asked me if I was feeling well, and Daddy placed his hand on my forehead and told me I should get some rest because I was "running hot." But I didn't want to be upstairs alone, I don't want to be anywhere alone in the house! But Mommy and Daddy made me. They tucked me in. They turned the bedroom light off but left the light on in the hall. I want it off. But I don't want it off. I want it off. But I don't. Is this what Stephanie means when she says half the house is haunted? * * * Robin, can you hear me? I'll stand watch in the hall. I'll tell you if something is coming. Can you see my shadow on the wall? Good. That's me. If you see any other shadow on the wall, it's not me. So don't speak to any shadow you see on the hall wall unless it's mine. Don't cry, Robin. Rest, like Daddy said. And don't be such a drama! We have a roof over our heads. Some do not. Some people sleep outside, under bridges, in cars, in graveyards. Oh, they most certainly do! They're called lamias and they like the smell of graves. Some of them wear it like cologne. Yes. Just like Daddy's, only it smells of the grave, Robin. That sweet ol' scent of the grave! * * * I can see Stephanie's shadow in the hall. It's longer than her, but I know it's her. She's trying to scare me again. She's making shapes with her fingers. Mommy calls them shadow puppets. She's trying to make birds or bugs and sometimes horns. Stop it, Stephanie! But I don't want her to leave me, I don't want to be alone up here! I told Daddy I didn't want to be alone, and he looked at me angry. He made a clucking sound with his tongue and shook his head no. Daddy does that and it's the end of the talk. So I stopped talking. And he left. And Stephanie is all I have. She makes horns. And she raises her hands so her fingers look longer and the horns stretch up the whole wall. I want to say I hate Stephanie, but Mommy and Daddy told us there's one word we're never allowed to use and it's that one. They told us there's "no coming back from hate." As if hate is a place! Mommy said someone could visit there and get stuck without a ride home. So maybe I don't hate Stephanie. But I hate the shapes she's making in the hall, and I hate what she says and does. One night I counted and I think Stephanie has tried to scare me in every single room in the house. All nineteen of them. She calls me a liar when I say this, tells me she hasn't even used half of them, but there were some times I heard her before she had a chance to scare me. One time on the third floor, I heard her in the last room, heard her breathing real hard and I stopped and listened and I almost hated her then. Oh, look! She's stopped making shadows. She's gone. Is she in the room with me now? Did I miss that? Is Stephanie hiding in my room? Is she waiting for me to fall asleep? Is she standing next to my bed? * * * Boo, credent! You're so easy! All you had to do was watch my shadow to know where I was. But that's too simple for you, isn't it? You think you're so smart, so you take your eye off things, thinking they'll be the same when you look back. Don't tell me what to do. I'm your big sister and I can scare you all I want. Remember the snake I found in the garden and drowned in the pool? That snake is still growing, Robin. It's ten times the size it was when it died, and it grows twice as big each day. Pretty soon you'll be able to see it sticking out of the water because it'll be too big to fit. And when it gets huge, it'll come back here for you. Because you're the one who was scared of the snake in the garden. You're the one who pointed it out to me. The snake knows you now, Robin. Knows you're the reason it drowned. Excerpted from Spin a Black Yarn: Novellas by Josh Malerman All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.