NIGHTJAR PRESS 2024
My previous reviews of this publisher: https://dflewisreviews.wordpress.com/tag/nightjar-press/ and of this author: https://dflewisreviews.wordpress.com/tag/alison-moore/
WHEN I READ THIS PUBLICATION, MY THOUGHTS WILL APPEAR BELOW…
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8 Feb 2024
There are hints of Mrs B in Neville, and vice versa, conveyed by the two new Nightjars that arrived with me yesterday, the other by Ian Critchley having just been reviewed HERE. Both might be SPOILT by my reviews. So beware, read carefully when you are reading behind others. The next story is just as haunting as the one before.
THE JUNCTION
“In yesterday’s clothes, he went downstairs, carrying the suitcase and the tin of shortbread.”
Paul has no fault in the car accident, as he returns, Aickman-like via a sort of stranding by ‘hospice’ care, where Neville’s hospice is more a hospitable refuge on a moor than a death’s upsizing. And beware the dog, if not the cat. The car accident itself is caused by a stranger in a car called Neville via a shunt into Paul’s rear, an event that has no overly odd hints of anything sexual, but seems simply to be a compressing of boxes or containers, a crumbling (the shortbread, and a later dessert crumble, and the explicit crumbling of the cars themselves and Paul’s thoughts of their un-crumbling into wholes again) as Paul returns from Paris and a broken engagement to Paula, whom he often told to ‘slow down’, and now Paul is being faced in the middle of nowhere with a delay, there being no pick-up truck’s arrival, everything delayed by many sweetly mentioned sloes? The Zeno’s Paradox syndrome of Aickman that I have long since discovered, half of a half of a half forever, never to return to Mother.
After diversion, the screech and skid upon this story’s explicit ‘moor’…
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