![]() ![]() Jones is one of those writers, and he’s not a one trick pony. For me, voice is what separates good, even great, writers from the writers who redefine the genres they write in. ![]() What I want to talk about instead is voice. Most importantly, Night of the Mannequins is a stellar example of an unreliable narrator. It’s about small town teenagers, a mannequin, and an innocent prank gone bad, and that’s all you’re getting. But that means that I don’t want to really tell you what it’s about, because that would ruin the surprise. Now comes Night of the Mannequins, a short and deeply satisfying read about-okay, here’s the thing, this novel did not go where I thought it was going to go, one of my favorite things about it. Then came The Only Good Indians, a horror tour de force, fiercely original, uncompromising, and easily one of my favorite novels of the year. My first was Mongrels, a white trash, southern, coming-of-age werewolf novel filled with mayhem, humor, and a wholly original werewolf mythology. ![]() Although Stephen Graham Jones has written, by my count…umm…a lot of books, I just discovered him last year via word of mouth (word of Twitter, actually). ![]()
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