Literature Meme- 7/8 Short Stories
Forbidden Brides of the Faceless Slaves in the Secret House of the Night of Dread Desire, by Neil Gaiman
There were faces at the windows and words written in blood; deep in the crypt a lonely ghoul crunched on something that might once have been alive; forked lightnings slashed the ebony night; the faceless were walking; all was right with the world.
Beneath a haunted sky and upon unhallowed ground, a young writer puts quill to paper and attempts to make his mark upon the literary world. But in a world where The Monk is considered a primary example of realist fiction, the petty woes of his daily life- ghosts, talking ravens, portraits with moving eyes- just aren’t much fun to write about. No matter what he does, his work turns to comedy, as his attempts to be a Serious Writer just can’t beat his boredom with realistic fiction- or his longing for escapism.
The premise may be a pretty simple joke- what would the characters in a gothic horror novel attempt to write?- but it’s pulled off delightfully. Read it with a glass of brandy on a stormy night, and if any ghouls show up, don’t forget to offer them a side order of “those little bread roll things.”