Before you take down that Christmas tree (it’s not July yet!), crack one more yuletide tale open. We’ve got an advance copy of Eerie Christmas 3 by Black Hare Press and I was able to sit down with author Daphne Fauber to discuss their story, ‘The Ballerina’. This review is two parts–Part 1 the story of The Ballerina and Part 2 the overall feel of the Eerie Christmas 3 anthology.
The Ballerina: Get them nuts a crackin’
Full Disclosure: Although Daphne is a writer for this site, my review is independent and there’s nothing in trade, etc.
One of the perks of owning a horror business is that you can meet cool people in horror. Daphne is one of the most talented new writers I have seen in a long time. Rarely do we find someone who is both a product of their generation and able to navigate their artistic world through that lens–yet not being controlled by that lens.
Picture taken from Eerie Christmas 3
Prose can be important and a clean, crisp copy is something readers can immediately get into. Daphne’s writing is not quite minimalist but it is crisp. If you’ve read Ray Carver before and seen what Lish did to his writing (a great before/after snapshot is found in Beginners), then you’ll have the measure of Daphne’s prose–not Lish minimalistic and not Carver’s original style, but the happy medium. It gets to the point. It is what Bruce Lee would call ‘Economy in motion’.
Not only does her writing push the story without the weight of ‘extra’, but she hits the crowd running (oh, Van Halen drop!) from the first line.
“Tiny pointe shoes danced across the floorboards, each step met with the plink of ceramic against wood.”
Daphne Fauber, The Ballerina. Eerie Christmas 3
The setting comes at us with intentful action. You can see this happening with little effort of the imagination. The start of the story comes on like the opening of the Nutcracker. We see a (mostly) unnamed character. We know them only as The Ballerina. The removing of the name, much like Joyce did in Counterparts, signifies the reduction of personhood. Unlike Counterparts, however, the removing of the name here isn’t done out of shame, but rather part of the plot. There is a reason why things are happening in this house and the exploration of family, bonds, and love in the face of courage are put to the test.
When reading this, I kept coming back to the imagery in the story. It sparked memories of my childhood cartoon movies (remember, Gen X cartoon movies were a lot darker than what we see today–we killed Bambi’s mom). Without spoiling the story (sincerely, go buy the anthology and find out for yourself–this story is well worth the price of admission), I can say that there is a lyricism in Daphne’s writing that makes you connect with memory. The sensory details, along with the rhythm, bring the writing to life. There are parts of this story where I was both imagining what the Ballerina looked like and she braved the darkness of the ______ (shhh spoilers!) and how each move would look on screen.
Story wise, Daphne’s writing moves like the Ballerina. It’s light, quick, and pointe toed. The plot dances on a string and slows where it needs to only to find itself spinning (no pun) once more with a change of beat.
Character development can be (sometimes) difficult for a short story. I know writers who can’t even get a character from the car door to the front door in three pages. Daphne’s character work matches her plot n prose work. You get to know the character bit by bit and not through a exposition or inner monologue but with action. We see who this Ballerina is from the start, and by the end we are not only cheering for her, but wanting to see more.
In the end, The Ballerina by Daphne Fauber is a touching piece of holiday warmth. If you are from Gen X or like your Christmas tales with a bit of punch (or stab), then you really need to check out The Ballerina. It hits the sweet spot between endearing and engaging.
(5 / 5)
Eerie Christmas 3
Horror anthologies have a special spot in my heart. I mean, we’ve published an anthology (almost) every year for about a decade. It’s kinda our jam. I have to say I love the cover of this anthology and the way they did the interiors. It is a well-edited collection of some great horror stories. The pricing is just right and, it’s a great way to support indy books and indy horror at the same time.
I read the anthology on my kindle white and my Apple Books app (iPad). The iPad version looks better because parts are in color but the black and white with Kindle still works. There was something slightly askew with Kindle White and names (my version at least) that made me need to hit the TOC a bit more than I wanted, but, overall, the reading was an enjoyable experience.
I look forward to more Eerie Christmas anthologies and I hope everyone supports them so there are more anthologies to come :).
(4 / 5)
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As a disclaimer, this is a review of The House of My Mother from a critical perspective. I will not be discussing my opinions of the legal case against Ruby Franke and Jody Hildebrandt. I will be discussing the merits of the book as a work of true crime alone.
In 2015, Ruby Franke started a YouTube channel called 8 Passengers. In August of 2023, Franke and her business associate Jodi Hildebrandt were arrested for, and later plead guilty to, charges of aggravated child abuse. And in January of this year, Shari Franke told her story in The House of My Mother.
The story
The House of My Mother is the true story of Shari Franke, the oldest child of one of the most famous family vlogger families.
As a child, Shari came to the conclusion that her mother didn’t like her. Soon, she began to fear her mother’s anger.
Things got significantly worse when Ruby started their family vlog. All of the families most intimate moments were splashed across the internet for anyone to watch. This became a living nightmare for Shari.
Of course, that was only the start of the family nightmare. Because Ruby was about to meet someone who would reinforce all of the darkest parts of herself.
Eventually Shari manages to escape her home. But her younger siblings were still in her mother’s clutches. She had to save them, and her father, from the monster her mother had become.
What worked
Through the book, Shari only ever mentions the name of one of her siblings, Chad. This is because Chad is the only of her siblings that is an adult at the time of the publication.
There are children involved in this story. Children who’s lives and privacy have already been damaged. Shari didn’t want to do that to them again, and neither do I.
It probably won’t surprise you that this book is full of upsetting details. But not in the way you might imagine.
Nowhere in this book will you find gory details about the abuse the Franke kids suffered. And I consider that a good thing. Those sort of details are all fun and games when we’re talking fiction. When it’s real kids who are really living with the damage, it’s not a good time.
What you’ll find instead is a slew of more emotionally devastating moments. One that stuck with me is when Ruby’s mother gives her a pair of silk pajamas as a gift after Ruby gave birth to one of her babies. Shari asks Ruby if she’d bring her silk pajamas when she had a baby. Ruby responds that yes, when Shari becomes a mother they can be friends.
What a lovely way to make a little girl feel like she’s not worth anything unless she reproduces. And, if she does decide to have children, who is going to bring her silk pajamas?
From eldest daughter Shari Franke, the shocking true story behind the viral 8 Passengers family vlog and the hidden abuse she suffered at the hands of her mother, and how, in the face of unimaginable pain, she found freedom and healing
Shari Franke’s childhood was a constant battle for survival
Her mother, Ruby Franke, enforced a severe moral code while maintaining a façade of a picture-perfect family for their wildly popular YouTube channel 8 Passengers, which documented the day-to-day life of raising six children for a staggering 2
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In the end, this isn’t a story about ghosts or demons. It’s not about a serial killer waiting on a playground or in the attic of an unsuspecting family. Instead, this is a story about things that really keep us up at night. It’s the story of a woman so obsessed with perfection that she drove away her eldest daughter. The story of a young woman who’s forced to watch from afar as her beloved brothers and sisters are terrorized and abandoned. These are the sorts of things that really keep us up at night. These are the real nightmares.
More than that, though, The House of My Mother is a story of survival. It’s about a family that was ripped apart and somehow managed to stitch itself back together again. It’s about a brave young woman who managed to keep herself safe and sane in the face of a nightmare. If you haven’t read it yet, I can’t recommend it enough.
The tales are varied and touch upon the environment in new and different ways, each hearkening to a sort of epiphany or raised awareness. These stories exude both dread and wonder at the smallness of our human existence in contrast to the sacred world we have isolated from, sheltering ourselves in our comfortable houses with centralized heat and everything we could possibly need or want at the ready. The taiga becomes a sanctuary outside of our own dulled awarenesses. It is a holy place imbued with powers beyond mortal human reach, a wilderness that threatens to swallow us – both whole and bit by bit, simultaneously.
The protagonists enter into this realm through ritual, superstition, longing, stubbornness, and their own hubris – yearning to survive its dangers, and to make their own marks upon it. The starkness of their surroundings harbors delicate moments that would be all too easily missed if not deliberately sought or pointed out. The softness of fur, the dappled sunlight shining through trees, the hazy clouds of breath forming in crisp air, the brittleness of bleached bone… those quiet experiences that beg to be forgotten, to lay safely sleeping just below the frozen surface, awaiting spring.
There are those who followed in the footsteps of their predecessors, seeking to escape the constraints of their parent’s and elders’ indoctrination, traditions, madness, and abuse, yearning to find their own way despite also being inextricably bound to their own pasts. There are those who just wanted to go for a walk in the woods, and remained forever changed by what they experienced. There are those who wished to impose their will upon the wilderness, their order falling to disarray, unable to make lasting impact. There are those who sought to leave behind the world of mankind, looking for oneness in the natural order of things through isolation, leaving a bit of themselves behind after being consumed by the terrors they encountered. There are those who truly found communion with the woods, became one with its wildness, and invited its spirit into their hearts to find peace, even at cost of their own lives. And then, there are the spirits themselves…
(3 / 5)
All in all, I give Boreal: an Anthology of Taiga Horror 3.0 Cthulhus. I love existential angst so I found it to be an enjoyable read, and I appreciated the myriad manners in which the biome was explored. But there were points in which I found myself struggling to follow along, as if the words were swept up into their own wilds in ways that alienated myself as reader, as if my mere voyeurism into this otherworldly place was not enough to comprehend the subtle deviations in storytelling mannerisms fully. I suppose in some sense this seems appropriate, but at the same time, it left me feeling a bit unfulfilled, as if I had missed a spiritual connection that should have resonated more deeply.
“All this would be theirs, he said. The gods wanted nothing in return. Only that the marsh-folk – or the valley-folk now – should always remember that they were custodians here.
No.
Servants.”
After the acclaimed Starve Acre and its film adaptation, Andrew Michael Hurley extends his exploration of place with Barrowbeck, a collection of short stories published in October 2024. This new folk horror work charts the unsettling history of a town nestled in a secluded Yorkshire-Lancashire valley. From the first footsteps on its soil to a disquieting glimpse into 2041, Barrowbeck’s 13 tales trace a chilling narrative of time and place, where the past and future intertwine with eerie consequences.
For centuries, the inhabitants of Barrowbeck, a remote valley on the Yorkshire-Lancashire border, have lived uneasily with forces beyond their reckoning
They raise their families, work the land, and do their best to welcome those who come seeking respite
But there is a darkness that runs through the village as persistently as the river
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The Plot.
The initial, undated story, “First Footing,” sets the stage: a band of survivors, their village destroyed, seek sanctuary guided by their deity, Arfon, along a mysterious river. They eventually discover an untouched valley, destined to become Barrowbeck. Following this are twelve time-stamped tales that chronicle the valley’s unsettling evolution. From the haunting melodies of spectral choirs to the bizarre creation of seed-born babies and a girl possessed by the river’s essence, these stories reveal a place steeped in the strange and uncanny.
Highlights.
Hurley’s signature strength lies in crafting folk horror deeply rooted in place, and Barrowbeck is no exception. The opening chapter’s immersive descriptions of the woods and river establish a rich foundation. This is then meticulously layered upon in each subsequent story. As Barrowbeck evolves, we are drawn into its very fabric, witnessing the gradual emergence of road names, family homesteads, and sacred spaces. The setting itself seems to breathe and expand, mirroring the town’s growth with palpable presence.
Hurley’s skill extends beyond the setting, encompassing the intricate development of Barrowbeck’s people. The collection demonstrates a striking commitment to familial continuity, inviting readers to trace the subtle genealogies woven through recurring names. This depth of world-building adds a compelling layer of realism to the fantastical tales.
An atmospheric and unsettling story of the depths of grief found in an ancient farm in northern England—now a major motion picture starring Matt Smith and Morfydd Clark
The worst thing possible has happened
Richard and Juliette Willoughby’s son, Ewan, has died suddenly at the age of five
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Drawbacks.
Though billed as folk horror, Barrowbeck leans more towards the fantastical, presenting strange occurrences rather than outright scares. Hurley’s commendable effort to adapt his writing style to each time period creates a strong sense of place. However, this approach backfires in the early chapters, notably the first, which echoes the dense prose of Tolkien’s The Silmarillion. This stylistic choice risks alienating readers seeking a horror experience, potentially leading to early abandonment.
The Final Take.
I hate to say it but I was disappointed in Barrowbeck. After Starve Acre and The Lonely, I had high expectations of Hurley as a folk horror author, but this missed the mark. That being said some of the later stories were at least interesting if only for their strangeness.