GOOD NIGHT, SLEEP TIGHT

This collection of unsettling stories blurs the lines between dream and reality, life and death, human and not, Bradbury and Borges.

An award-winning fantasist who’s been compared to Kafka, Evenson combines matter-of-fact verbal precision with anything-goes conjecture. The strongest pieces here, such as the title story, leave it unclear whether they’re illuminating psychological disturbance or supernatural terror. A man remembers how his mother, on rare occasion, would tell him stories that would scare him in a way that no mother ever should. His mother has no memory of this, nor would anyone else think it likely of her. But now that he has a son of his own, he reluctantly takes the boy to visit his grandmother, and the man’s worst fears are realized. The reader must determine whether the protagonist has suffered a total breakdown or has been right all along. Following that is the even stranger “Vigil in the Inner Room,” in which a mother—there’s a lot of focus on mothers—orders her daughter, Gauri, to hold vigil at the bedside of the girl’s recently deceased father while her brother, Gylvi, stands guard outside the doors. Both of them know their roles, for they’ve done this each time their father has died, “several dozen deaths.” In “Untitled (Cloud of Blood),” a painting causes the death of anyone who has the misfortune to possess it, or maybe causes them to die by suicide, and keeps a tally of the deceased on the back of its canvas. Some stories are a little heavier-handed, more like science fiction parables, concerning climate change, class warfare, and the myth of free will. Some humans behave inhumanly while their bionic constructions have learned to develop (or approximate?) an ethical dimension.

Call it speculative or SF, fantasy or horror, this is fiction that keeps the reader off balance, unsure and nervous.