5/12/2023 0 Comments Quiet houses simon kurt unsworthRoach’s object (of fetich) in the previous story becomes another here, in this densely textured nocturne of prose – here the object being a symbol of loss as well as of hope, rather than crude obsession. “…by the pattern of interlocked stitch and thread.” I read and reviewed the next story in February 2010 and I copy and paste below what I then wrote about it (from here, if you want to see the context): Hope everyone enjoys themselves and that the hotel is better than the one depicted here!īy saying all that, I do not mean to belittle the seriousness of this very effective extended, word-entropic portrait of a decaying hotel, complete with paranoiac graffiti or aide-memoires to self amid marital guilt and a steely determination to be a real man against the onset of otherwise such brilliantly conveyed nightmarish visions by another version of that man as author writing about a different man as author of what he sees and the ‘flat’ exteriors seen from the hotel windows as a punctuation of emotion, like the earlier punctuating F bombs, I guess, now made gooey when not enunciated, a halting, resitant goo. I am curious, yellow, that there are managed to be two F words squeezed through as enunciated: punctuating this cloying work of a Fantasycon hotel, on the very day (today) that a new Fantasycon starts for real. “The computer screen was dark and its keyboard crusted with something that had dried to a thick, glutinous yellow.”
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