Finding Yourself In The Dark — Steve Duffy


SAROB PRESS (2021) – my previous reviews HERE

My previous reviews of Steve Duffy —

TRAGIC LIFE STORIES – (collection)
The Ice Beneath Us –
The Torturer –
The Marsh Warden –

When I read this book, my thoughts will appear in the comment stream below…

5 thoughts on “Finding Yourself In The Dark — Steve Duffy


    I don’t wish to exaggerate, nor am I doing so – but one always knows when one is in the presence of a perfect short story writer, and this story makes me wonder, not for the first time, why this author is not more famous and fêted in literary circles. Perhaps he is, for all I know. From The Lion’s Den to The Psychomanteum, this author often wows me.
    Wittily wicked prose, sophisticated, elegant and beautifully observed — and the characters come fully alive, viz. the still attractive woman worried that her admirers who keep her in pied-à-terres will soon cease to do so after she turns 40, the Art business conman ‘shit’ in the basement below the gallery where she works, today’s so-called customer who has a good line in espresso coffees and painting antechambers with words and, last but not least, “the little dog that laughed to see such fun.” Bosch and his disarming hellmouth, or the Berlin Wall, notwithstanding.
    I mean every word.

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  3. The dog doesn’t laugh in the next St. Duffy Stuff!


    “Who says ghosts are just another monster?”

    A chilling and often foggy story in a beta-Dunwich scenario of Suffolk, or rather, so utterly chilling in more ways than one, it’s more alpha or sub than beta. A well-characterised married couple; the husband Matt with a dubious bladder originally wanted to go to the Algarve, before places like that got dangerous, too, but was persuaded to come here by his OCD wife Sami… and he starts to hear, at four a.m., an inexplicable bell tolling the hour fractionally slower after the official one in the church nearby… and the results, despite their two iPhones and their mini-torches, of the couple’s separation amid dodgy tides, is well, yes, chilling. Finding oneself in the dark. And I loved it. But also it fitted in with my torturing of time thesis on Elizabeth Bowen, half a minute, never reaches the whole minute, and many, variously placed, recent ‘gluey Zenoism’ findings re the Aickman Fontana series of eight ghost-story volumes, as simply exemplified HERE.

    “Everything just seemed to be taking longer, he told himself, that was all. In the fog.”

    [My ancient proselet about Dunwich: The Mentioning: ]

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