The Imago Sequence and Other Stories by Laird Barron (Collected 2007):
Either The Imago Sequence and Other Stories or something I ate gave me a screaming-to-awake nightmare, so that’s a recommendation. I even fell out of bed. If I were blurbing this, I’d write “The Imago Sequence and Other Stories made me fall out of bed with horror!!!”
Barron collides at least two things — the wounded, jaded, unheroic, macho American tough guy from Hemingway or Cormac McCarthy with a Lovecraftian secret history — that haven’t been collided much before to my knowledge.
There’s a certain sameness in the overall conception of several of the stories (first-person-narrating tough guy encounters horribly, horrifyingly awry cosmos, gets stripped of his manhood by cackling representative of chaos), but the imagery and the characterization really carry the day. Also, there’s a lot of violence towards men. It’s like he’s trying to balance the scales. Cracks appear in reality. Cracks appear in traditional constructions of masculinity.
It’s hard to summarize any of the stories without giving away the surprising horrors that await. Several appear to occur in pretty much the same universe, one that’s Lovecraftian without explicitly name-checking Lovecraft’s alien pantheon. Much of the action occurs in Washington State and other West Coast areas (Alaska and Northern California both figure), where real-world oddities (the Mima mounds) jostle up against assorted incursions into everyday reality by some truly awful things. Barron’s characters are generally doomed, beset by forces that can’t be stopped, incapable of action until it’s far too late.
One thing done well here is making characters sympathetic whose backgrounds are anything but (a ruthless real-estate tycoon, a leg-breaker, an aging CIA operative, a right bastard of a Pinkerton detective) — thus, the stories don’t reduce down to EC-Comics-style revenge horror, in which the supernatural takes vengeance where the natural has failed. And yet that’s the basic concept that Barron uses in some of these stories. But what’s coming is so awful that no man deserves it. Or maybe he does. I’ll be damned if I know. Tough and poetic and occasionally very funny, Barron really is already one of horror’s brightest talents. Highly recommended.