A World Fantasy Award Nominee!The award-winning and critically-acclaimed master of horror returns with a pair of chilling tales that examine the violence and depravity of the human condition.Bringing together his acclaimed novella The Sea Dreams It Is the Sky and an all-new short novel My Heart Struck Sorrow, John Hornor Jacobs turns his fertile imagination to the evil that breeds within the … turns his fertile imagination to the evil that breeds within the human soul.
A brilliant mix of the psychological and supernatural, blending the acute insight of Roberto Bolaño and the eerie imagination of H. P. Lovecraft, The Sea Dreams It Is the Sky examines life in a South American dictatorship. Centered on the journal of a poet-in-exile and his failed attempts at translating a maddening text, it is told by a young woman trying to come to grips with a country that nearly devoured itself.
In My Heart Struck Sorrow, a librarian discovers a recording from the Deep South—which may be the musical stylings of the Devil himself.
Breathtaking and haunting, A Lush and Seething Hell is a terrifying and exhilarating journey into the darkness, an odyssey into the deepest reaches of ourselves that compels us to confront secrets best left hidden.
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A Lush and Seething Hell is the kind of novel that you hope will, and even expect to, take an author’s career to the next level. It’s the sort of work that, if you haven’t been reading John Hornor Jacob already, you’ll be kicking yourself for this oversight and scouring bookstores for his past releases. The good news is that you’re getting two sublimely literary tales of cosmic horror here, one a novella and the other a short novel. The first, The Sea Dreams It Is Sky, is one I had read previously when it was released as an ebook-only edition in late 2018. It subsequently made my best of the year list, and below is a very slightly modified review of what I wrote about it then and published elsewhere. The second story, My Heart Struck Sorrow, is exclusive to this release and was a read I’d been anticipating ever since finishing The Sea Dreams It Is Sky last year.
First up…
The Sea Dreams It Is The Sky
Although H.P. Lovecraft is the most familiar name in the genre of cosmic horror, a number of other authors writing in this vein have shown themselves to be far better wordsmiths and storytellers – Victor LaValle, Brian Hodge, Laird Barron, and Caitlin R. Kiernan immediately spring to mind. I feel comfortable adding John Hornor Jacobs to this list now, with his novella The Sea Dreams It Is The Sky proving to be one of the best titles I’ve read in 2018 (and 2018 was absolutely flush with incredible horror titles, I might add).
Racism was absolutely endemic in Lovecraft’s work, with the man’s total fear of Otherness, which is to say blacks and immigrants, pervading his mythos. Jacobs, however, writes entirely from the perspective of The Other – his central characters, Isabella and Rafael Avendaño, are South American expats living abroad in Spain. Their home country, the fictional Magera, has fallen to a Pinochet-like military junta. If either were ever to return home, it would mean certain death. Isabella is a lesbian, and, perhaps worse for those in power, both educated and an educator. Avendaño is a poet and outspoken critic of the despot ruling Magera.
Whereas Lovecraft’s horror arose from racist anxieties, in Jacobs’s novella, political anxiety is the topic du jour, and certainly one that’s far more relatable for this reader. Although set in 1987, The Sea Dreams It Is The Sky is unfortunately timely. The far-right threats of political violence stemming from the fictional Vidal’s rule that threaten Isabella and Avendaño echo current global trends and the rise of nationalism. Brazil recently returned to a military dictatorship with the election of Jair Bolsonaro, the ‘Trump of the tropics,’ and with him came military raids of that country’s universities earlier this week, a turn of events that makes Isabella’s fears of returning to Magera sadly relatable. The threats to Avendaño’s life simply for being an outspoken critic of an authoritarian regime vividly echo life under Trump part and parcel every bit as much as they recall life under Augusto Pinochet, and one can’t help but wonder if a bomb is going to make its way into Avendaño’s mailbox at some point in the narrative. The Sea Dreams It Is The Sky functions as a fictional examination of historical incidents that occurred in the 1960s-1980s, while also encapsulating the worries of political extremism circa 2018.
Much of the horror stems from the fear of the Mageran junta, with the comic elements playing only a minor role in the story’s backdrop. The Sea Dreams It Is The Sky certainly has its share of horror, and a few squirm-inducing scenes to be sure, but it’s of a quieter, slower, and highly literary nature. The characters come first in Jacobs’s story, and we get small hints of their history and past lives in the homes they were forced to flee. It’s not until nearly the half-way mark that we experience a fully unflinching view of the junta’s atrocity as told through Avendaño’s view, and the horrors that unfold therein are almost entirely human, with only brief glimpses of the supernatural.
Primarily, we experience this story, and Avendaño, through Isabella’s eyes. Her position as an educated woman informs Jacobs’s style, as does Avendaño’s pedigree as a poet, and the writing is whip smart with the prose taking on a deeply literary aspect. Avendaño speaks with a poet’s grace, his words reflecting his perspective. When he speaks on even minor topics, such as the luchador horror films he routine frequents at the cinema, he speaks of grander philosophies: “Misery is a condition that we are all promised,” he tells Isabella early on. “On the screen, painted in light, that misery is very small.” Isabella lives the life of a professor, but is far from cloistered within the halls of academia – she has passions and love interests, and can be tough when required. Jacobs subverts one’s expectations of the nerdy damsel in distress, and even Isabella reminds us in her narrative that “I am as sensitive to situation and intuition as any person. The idea that academics—especially female academics—are cloistered aesthetics that retreat from the real world to content themselves only with books is nonsense.”
The Sea Dreams It Is The Sky is a smart and deeply layered novella, and its depth routinely belies its page count. This is a lushly literary narrative, one that is first and foremost a character study of political exiles, and Jacobs’s authorial skills are tack sharp.
My Heart Struck Sorrow
Reeling from the death of his wife and son, Cromwell returns to his job at the Library of Congress’s folklore division in time for news of another’s passing. Matilda Parker, the grandniece of a former employee of the folklore division, Harlan Parker, has bequeathed her estate to the department. In cataloguing Parker’s belongings and readying the estate for sale, Cromwell and his partner, Hattie, discover a hidden room holding a number of acetate recordings made by Harlan, as well as his journal, which slowly reveals a number of mysteries of Cromwell. Before his death, Harlan had become convinced that there was an ur-version to the song “Stagger Lee,” and that an arrangement of infernal lyrics had been forgotten, or deliberately hidden, and his obsession leads him into the darkest corners of the American South. Cromwell, for his part, finds himself growing obsessive over Harlan’s journal and the dead man’s stories of his search.
As with The Sea Dreams It Is The Sky, My Heart Struck Sorrow is a masterfully written piece and the concept of a bedeviling and arcane version of an old American folk song is a top-notch premise. As with the preceding story in A Lush and Seething Hell, the horror elements are supremely quiet, but Jacobs still manages to pull the rug out from under his readers on a few occasions, and to startling effect. The real meat here, though, is the grief shared across time and space by Cromwell and Parker.
These two men of the folklore division present a truly intriguing duality that Jacobs slowly unravels over the course of the story. Both are grieving and blaming themselves for the loss of their closest loved ones, while also carrying the guilt of their various transgressions. We learn early on that Cromwell had an affair with a coworker, which only ratchets his guilt and self-blame up a few more notches. Parker’s journal and decades old recordings are opportunities for Cromwell to lose himself in, but also to connect with a man he never knew but whose interests are shared by him — and possibly reconnect with those he has lost.
Grief is a sort of madness in its own right, and if left untended can lead to a sort of insanity. The question then becomes just how far down the path of irrationality are these men willing to let their wounded hearts lead them, despite knowing better and despite the dangers of the unknown. The infernal verses of “Stagger Lee” and their own particular illustrations of a very different kind of descent into hell have been left unsung for a reason, and yet Parker persists in his search, jeopardizing his own safety, as well as that of his partner, even as they encounter the inexplicable. But in the throes of grief, how much of Parker’s writings can be taken reliably, or has he been lost to madness?
Jacobs layers My Heart Struck Sorrow with levels of meaning, raising a number of questions along the way while providing little in the way of certainty, even as some answers seem wholly resolute. It’s a story that sticks with you and keeps you pondering its mysteries for days after.
[Note: I received an advance copy of this title from the publisher.]
This was an interesting book. It contains two stories: The Sea Dreams It Is The Sky and My Heart Struck Sorrow.
In the first one we are introduced to a poet that because of his intellect and his writings was captured and tortured by the regime that had overtaken his country. He survives and is a man without a home. Isabel meets him and gets swept up in his journey and his translations. Loved the name of this one!
The second story was my favorite, a man’s tragic decent into madness as he follows a certain songs history throughout the South. He becomes infected with the melody, “a piece of music draws you on, leading you places you’ve never been.” What he eventually finds is madness!
A Lush and Seething Hell by John Hornor Jacobs is indeed a lush and seething read for those who lust after delicious prose and a leisured literary journey toward madness, the inexorable threat that many fear because it lingers nestled in their unconscious minds, patiently waiting to reveal itself. Fans of H.P. Lovecraft and Ramsey Campbell will love A Lush and Seething Hell. While most cosmic threats exist in the exterior, poised to ensnare the unwary individual, Jacobs’s threats could be considered more frightening because each is an internal, ineffable potentiality of the human condition.
A Lush and Seething Hell is composed of two masterfully paired novellas. The cosmic menaces in the set of novellas resonate with each other like entrained tuning forks. The first tale feeds on the impact of words and their unquestionable ability to warp reality, to twist minds—the second on the magical, almost ceremonial nature of music. Both tales are driven by characters possessed by the insidious, burrowing sovereignty of guilt. The novellas display an enchanting sense of place made real by organic metaphors and musical language that color each moment with magic. Touches of dialect create authenticity without insult. The characters are so real and hypnotic that they will pair with readers and drag them along on their decent into the abyss. Some characters that appear real might in truth be tulpas, self-created manifestations, or thought forms, thus blending the apparent world with the supernatural.
The Sea Dreams It Is the Sky takes place in an imaginary country in South America. The setting, language, characters, and politics are exquisitely drawn and harken back to the magical realism of Jorge Borges.
Rafael Avendaño, a mysterious author who prefers to be called The Eye, lures a young university lecturer into his sphere of influence. Before long, Isabel’s life changes when Avendaño embarks on a dangerous quest into his past, leaving her to oversee his apartment. She soon begins to read a text that Avendaño had been translating. It is filled with arcane symbols and profane content. Isabel follows Avendaño’s lead and becomes the next translator, which compels her to initiate her own journey of transformation. Jacobs dares to go one step beyond Roland Barthes to coerce Isabel and the reader into becoming something much more than co-authors.
Of his missing eye, Avendaño says: ”It had seen too much, so I plucked it out.”
Harlan Parker: A Dream of Mother Chautauqua takes place in the American South. Steeped in Southern lore, this tale narrates the journey of Cromwell, an employee of The Library of Congress, who must travel to the home of a music aficionado who has willed his recordings and fortune to the Folklore Center. Mirroring the first tale, Cromwell finds Harlan Parker’s research journal and becomes entranced by it and fixates on a specific traditional song—Stagger Lee. Cromwell’s continued research reveals that each new version he discovers, the lyrics grows darker, and so does he.
“Pain becomes an offering and sacrifice becomes a beacon.”
A Lush and Seething Hell is a masterpiece, a unique and frightening glimpse into the danger and addicting power of obsession. It deserves multiple close readings, each of which will no doubt unearth new, stunning revelations and uncertainties.
A Lush and Seething Hell belongs in hard copy on the shelf of every enlightened reader and comes very highly recommended.
After reading THE SEA DREAMS IT IS THE SKY, I became an instant fan of John Hornor Jacobs. A LUSH AND SEETHING HELL reassured me that my respect and high esteem for the man was earned and well placed.
This book is comprised of two stories, the first a novella, (the aforementioned THE SEA DREAMS IT IS THE SKY), and the second, a short novel titled MY HEART STRUCK SORROW. This review is going to focus almost solely on the second tale.
When I saw on Twitter that this book was coming out, I clicked the pre-order button right away. (There wasn’t a description there yet, and I didn’t know that THE SEA DREAMS IT IS THE SKY was going to be included. When I did discover that, I didn’t care because…support.) You can find my review of THE SEA DREAMS IT IS THE SKY here: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show…
I went into MY HEART STRUCK SORROW almost totally blind. I was excited to find out that music was a central theme to this tale. I’m a lover of Blues music and I’m fascinated by many of the old artists who were the basis for a lot of the popular music of today. You cannot imagine how stoked I was to find a deep connection with music from the old south in this book.
Cromwell and Harriet are called in to the Parker estate to itemize and catalog Parker’s extensive collection of old acetate recordings and journals. I loved this way of framing the story as we are then taken to Parker’s point of view for much of the book. He was traveling the south interviewing and recording musicians as an ethnomusicologist, (like the real-life Alan Lomax), dedicated to capturing and preserving music. He traveled with a SoundScriber, the heavy, awkward machine with which he recorded said musicians.
These artists and the areas in which they lived were brought to vivid life in my mind’s eye. I easily pictured them. I smelled them. I felt the humidity and heat of the south. I felt the humanity in their songs, and how they changed from one town to another, especially the songs about Stagger Lee. (Or Stacker Lee, or whatever title was used.)
“In Mississippi, in the delta of Arkansas and northern Louisiana, they speak in harsh tones, clipped syllables, as if their entire morphology of communication were angry and inflamed.”
One of the men he interviews, Honeyboy, is actually in prison. Parker is able to obtain permission to interview and record him. During those scenes I came across this passage:
“Even the guards laughed at this, and for a while the barracks were full of the laughter of incarcerated men. They sounded like any group of men gathered together. Each full of his own particular sorrow, his mirth, his guilt, the comet’s tail of his existence pulling wreckage after him.”
This got me to thinking about my comet’s tail and what kind of wreckage I carry around within it.
Jacobs deftly weaves the threads of the past and the present, most especially those of Parker and Cromwell. Turns out they had a few things in common. I didn’t see what they were at first, but as this tale unraveled, I did. Grief, loss and most of all, guilt, come to each life-how we handle those things, or not handle them as the case may be, made for an engaging and stunning denouement.
I find myself lacking the words and/or skills to properly communicate to you how this book made me feel and why I think you should read it. The tales within are distinctly different from each other, one more a tale of torture, politics and cosmic horror, the other- for me, being at heart a story of loss, guilt, and grief, well framed and partially hidden in a tale about blues and folk music. I’m not going to pretend that I “got” everything there is to get with this story, I already know I will read it again. I’m not going to pretend that I know a lot about ethnomusicology, but I can say I want to learn more about it and about Alan Lomax in general.
Leaving behind my inadequacies in getting across how this tale made me feel, I’ll wrap with saying that both stories here are extremely well written, unique, thought provoking and powerful. I’ll leave you with this quote:
“We are sound waves crashing against the shore with no SoundScriber to take down our likeness, our facsimile. Words like these are just echoes of that original sound. We are but small vibrations on the face of the universe.”
With that, my fellow small vibration on the face of the universe, I give A LUSH AND SEETHING HELL my HIGHEST recommendation!
After reading THE SEA DREAMS IT IS THE SKY, I became an instant fan of John Hornor Jacobs. A LUSH AND SEETHING HELL reassured me that my respect and high esteem for the man was earned and well placed.
This book is comprised of two stories, the first a novella, (the aforementioned THE SEA DREAMS IT IS THE SKY), and the second, a short novel titled MY HEART STRUCK SORROW. This review is going to focus almost solely on the second tale.
When I saw on Twitter that this book was coming out, I clicked the pre-order button right away. (There wasn’t a description there yet, and I didn’t know that THE SEA DREAMS IT IS THE SKY was going to be included. When I did discover that, I didn’t care because…support.) You can find my review of THE SEA DREAMS IT IS THE SKY here: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show…
I went into MY HEART STRUCK SORROW almost totally blind. I was excited to find out that music was a central theme to this tale. I’m a lover of Blues music and I’m fascinated by many of the old artists who were the basis for a lot of the popular music of today. You cannot imagine how stoked I was to find a deep connection with music from the old south in this book.
Cromwell and Harriet are called in to the Parker estate to itemize and catalog Parker’s extensive collection of old acetate recordings and journals. I loved this way of framing the story as we are then taken to Parker’s point of view for much of the book. He was traveling the south interviewing and recording musicians as an ethnomusicologist, (like the real-life Alan Lomax), dedicated to capturing and preserving music. He traveled with a SoundScriber, the heavy, awkward machine with which he recorded said musicians.
These artists and the areas in which they lived were brought to vivid life in my mind’s eye. I easily pictured them. I smelled them. I felt the humidity and heat of the south. I felt the humanity in their songs, and how they changed from one town to another, especially the songs about Stagger Lee. (Or Stacker Lee, or whatever title was used.)
“In Mississippi, in the delta of Arkansas and northern Louisiana, they speak in harsh tones, clipped syllables, as if their entire morphology of communication were angry and inflamed.”
One of the men he interviews, Honeyboy, is actually in prison. Parker is able to obtain permission to interview and record him. During those scenes I came across this passage:
“Even the guards laughed at this, and for a while the barracks were full of the laughter of incarcerated men. They sounded like any group of men gathered together. Each full of his own particular sorrow, his mirth, his guilt, the comet’s tail of his existence pulling wreckage after him.”
This got me to thinking about my comet’s tail and what kind of wreckage I carry around within it.
Jacobs deftly weaves the threads of the past and the present, most especially those of Parker and Cromwell. Turns out they had a few things in common. I didn’t see what they were at first, but as this tale unraveled, I did. Grief, loss and most of all, guilt, come to each life-how we handle those things, or not handle them as the case may be, made for an engaging and stunning denouement.
I find myself lacking the words and/or skills to properly communicate to you how this book made me feel and why I think you should read it. The tales within are distinctly different from each other, one more a tale of torture, politics and cosmic horror, the other- for me, being at heart a story of loss, guilt, and grief, well framed and partially hidden in a tale about blues and folk music. I’m not going to pretend that I “got” everything there is to get with this story, I already know I will read it again. I’m not going to pretend that I know a lot about ethnomusicology, but I can say I want to learn more about it and about Alan Lomax in general.
Leaving behind my inadequacies in getting across how this tale made me feel, I’ll wrap with saying that both stories here are extremely well written, unique, thought provoking and powerful. I’ll leave you with this quote:
“We are sound waves crashing against the shore with no SoundScriber to take down our likeness, our facsimile. Words like these are just echoes of that original sound. We are but small vibrations on the face of the universe.”
With that, my fellow small vibration on the face of the universe, I give A LUSH AND SEETHING HELL my HIGHEST recommendation!
*Thanks to Harper Voyager and NetGalley for the e-ARC in exchange for my honest feedback. I’m buying the book anyway, but I got to read it sooner this way!*
John Hornor Jacobs is one hell of a writer. I could not put this novella collection down.