Obligatory pre-Halloween post
Revenge: Eleven Dark Tales appeals to my inner morbidness and love of the dark and unconventional, but sort of bumps up against a general discomfort on my part with short stories. I don't have a problem with short stories, per se, but they're not really in my wheelhouse. I'm not saying I enjoy those long-winded nineteenth century Russian novels, but I do love a good book I can immerse myself in for hours and forget about the world. Short stories are too brief for that kind of escapism. They also leave too many unanswered questions. They tragically end just as I begin to love a character or dive into a tale, without offering any explanations or directions, or even much backstory. Luckily, tragedy is the soil in which the stories in Revenge: Eleven Dark Tales take root. While the stories are short on revenge (I think I was imagining short supernatural versions of The Count of Monte Cristo ), each tale is tinged with sadness and a good helping of eerie discomfort. Only on...