Bonespin Slipspace by Leo X Robertson
Published by Psychedelic Horror Press on October 31st 2016.
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Guest review by Rebecca Gransden
Rebecca Gransden is a wonderfully imaginative author and her novel anemogram was one of my Top Twenty books of 2016. You can find out more about Rebecca and her writing on her own website, https://rebeccagransden.wordpress.com/
Rebecca's rating: 5 of 5 stars
“In Bonespin Slipspace, all is not what it seems. Rudy and Tammy may have made the biggest mistake of their lives by accepting an invitation to Blackburn's manor to party with the depraved Manorites. Head-games, ghoulish hallucinations, and disturbing memories lurk around every corner of the psychic and physical labyrinth that is The Manor Experience. Rudy and Tammy may never get out alive, but, in Blackburn's world, even death may no longer offer the familiar escape. Give Rimbaud an x-ray machine. Tie up and gag Baudelaire. Introduce Poe to bondage. Do you dare enter the realm of Bonespin Slipspace?
Rebecca says: The horror. After finding blank space my home for too long trying to address my biases I’ve decided the only way to move is to embrace every single one of them. I love this novella unreservedly and have been impatiently awaiting its release. For its visionary energy, its call to the vanguard, its joyful mastication of boundary. Bonespin Slipspace knows where it is, it sees the edges that have mesmerised since forever and almost disregards their elevated status. How many times do we have to kill ourselves to prove that we are alive? How many times have you got?
If you want pleasure, if you want pain, if you want the meanness of debauchery and the liberation of debasement, that’s all here. The tangled illusory world of phantom virtues and evils commingle with all the fun of the fair. A manor features, location of rumoured strange rites or ritual. The conductor of events within is a magnificent empty vessel, waiting for your discovery. The novella leads us assuredly along corridors deceptively predetermined, the narrative flowing so confidently that it could shatter at any moment.
Where the novella lives most is in the vitality of the writing, which takes on the full kaleidoscope of modern horror icons and transforms them into a hyperreal spiritual fuckfest. The imagery of the final act is as close to a transcendent home I’ve experienced in literature. Connection is connection, no doubt. It’s difficult to elaborate without projecting what I gained from this, and my tastes are of the more obscure and esoteric kind for sure. For those who are open-minded about horror, who accept that extremity of sex and violence is a necessary avenue of exploration sometimes, this novella presents a magnetic way of seeing. Instilled with magical intensity and wicked inventiveness, this is my favourite Robertson. Ultimate beauty, man.
Thank you Rebecca!
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