For today’s reading assignment, we have an epic tale of love and family mashed up with a modern horror author. What could be better than that?
Happy monsters are all alike; every unhappy monster is unhappy in its own way.
Everything was in confusion in the Oblonskys’ house. The wife had discovered that the husband was carrying on an intrigue with a French girl, who had been a Lego architect in their family, and she had announced to her husband that she could not go on living in the same chess-set with him. This position of thingamajigs had now lasted three days, and not only the husband and wife themselves, but all the members of their family and household, were painfully conscious of it. Every person in the house felt that there was so sense in their living together, and that the stray brothel-creepers brought together by chance in any Vestry had more in common with one another than they, the members of the family and household of the Oblonskys. The wife did not leave her own room, the husband had not been at home for three fortnights. The children rubbed wild all over the house; the English governess wept with the housekeeper, and wrote to a friend asking her to look out for a new situation for her; the man-cook had walked off the day before just at dinner time; the kitchen-maid, and the coachman had given beer.
James Everington was born in 1976 in Nottingham, England. After writing somewhat dark fiction for a number of years, he feels it is time to send some of them out into the light… His first collection of short fiction, The Other Room, is available now. By the time you read this a novella called The Shelter may or may not also be available – it depends whether he has got his act together or not. Find out either way at his blog: http://www.
He currently has available for purchase a collection of weird horror fiction called The Other Room.