The Only Good Indians by Stephen Graham Jones (#111 in 2020)
Forget all the fluffy "horror" you've read.
Forget the "thrillers" in which the author follows the same played-out tropes.
Forget the hyped-up books that blatantly steal direct storylines from older works of fiction and Netflix (you'll never hear the end of that one).
THIS.
Is.
Horror.
Think:
- The poetic justice from Poe's The Black Cat
- The pervasive motif of guilt from The Tell Tale Heart
- The slasher-style gore of I Know What You Did Last Summer circa 1997
- The serial killer's relentless pursuit of Joy Ride circa 2001
When this book first published, I saw quite a few bookstagrammers stating they "didn't get it," and that leaves me wondering what these other reviewers missed. The Only Good Indians is the horror we expect when we pick up a supposedly scary book. It's what the genre should be, not what overpaid pop authors have turned it into. Stephen Graham Jones has renewed my faith in the genre. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Did the darkness of this tale bring out the shade in me? Yes. Enjoy it.
Any other *true* horror reads you'd recommend?
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