Formats: Print, audio, digital
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
Genre: Gothic, Folk Horror, Psychological Horror, Mystery
Audience: Adult/Mature
Diversity: Disability (Speech Disorder - muteness, Cognitive/Learning Disability, PTSD)
Takes Place in: Lancashire, England
Content Warnings: Abelism, Alcohol Abuse, Animal Death, Bullying, Child Abuse, Child Death, Child Endangerment, Death, Racism, Forced Captivity, Gaslighting, Gore, Homophobia, Illness, Medical Torture/Abuse, Medical Procedures, Mental Illness, Physical Abuse, Racism, Slurs, Suicide, Verbal/Emotional Abuse, Violence (highlight to view)
Blurb:
Autumn is normally considered the season for all things horror, due to holidays like Samhain, All Hallows' Eve/Halloween, and the Day of the Dead in Europe and the Americas, but the other seasons have their own share of scary stories and traditions. Summer is perfect for slasher flicks, spooky stories by the campfire, and the Ghost Festival is celebrated in East and Southeast Asia. The long, dark nights of winter inspired the Victorians to tell ghost stories and Algonquin-speaking people associated the season with the monstrous Wendigo. But spring, generally associated with new life, rebirth, flowers, and cute baby animals in the Northern Hemisphere, is the odd one out. Other than Bram Stoker's famous short story, Dracula's Guest, which takes place on Walpurgis Night, The Loney is the probably the only scary story I've ever read set during the Spring.
While the pointless milling about can get tedious (really, REALLY tedious), it's still an entertaining and creepy book. I wouldn't exactly call it horror, since The Loney isn't scary per se, but it is definitely disturbing. There are still a few of the standard horror "shock value" scenes you'd expect, y'know, the kind where any person with common sense would take it as an obvious sign to turn the fuck around because it's clear they just stumbled into some Blair Witch, demonic serial killer, Eldritch abomination crap? But most of the creepiness comes from the irrational religious fervor of the adults (except, ironically, the priest), and their disturbing obsession with "curing" the unnamed protagonist's disabled brother, Hanny. Not for his own benefit, since he seems perfectly happy as is, and could probably function on his own just fine if given a chance, but as part of some selfish desire to see a miracle and be closer to God.
Now here's the thing about being a disabled person in horror fiction, you can come in one of three flavors. You can either be a victim (Audrey Hepburn in Wait Until Dark, the mute woman in The Tingler, Mark from Friday the 13th Part 2), the "psycho" (pretty much every movie killer ever, because mental illness apparently makes you evil), or some sort of disabled version of the "magical negro" trope (the little girl from the Langoliers, "Duddits" from Dreamcatcher, Tom Cullen from The Stand, and every other disabled person in a Steven King novel). But Hanny doesn't seem to fall into any of these groups. He's certainly not helpless, a monster, or "magical", despite what those around him may think. For example, late in the book Hanny manages to uncover and successfully load a rifle (despite having little to no experience doing so), sneak out of the house by muffling his foot steps on a blanket and bribing the dog with treats, then find his way across dangerous terrain in the middle of the night. And when the narrator tries to follow him? He ends up almost drowning, and Hanny has to save his pathetic butt. Hell, I can barely find the bathroom in my own house without turning the light on, much less load a gun in the dark and go for a night hike in the English equivalent of Lovecraft country. But despite being able to do things military personnel take months to learn, Hanny is still considered "helpless" by those around him because he has a learning disability and doesn't communicate in a way anyone else has bothered to learn. And he CAN communicate. Hanny is clearly shown using hand gestures and objects to try and communicate his emotions and desires, but is mostly ignored by everyone, save his brother, who apparently can't wrap their brains around the concept of non-verbal communication. The priest, probably the only moral, well adjusted adult in the whole story, is also the only person to question if Hanny even wants to be cured. Like, he would literally have been fine if someone had just thought to equip him with an Alternative and Augmentative Commination system. But no, they want a miracle, they want Hanny to give it to them, screw what he wants or needs. And that's pretty much how everything goes to shit. Because most of the characters in the story can't seem to comprehend that anyone outside their narrow view of normal could possible be happy. The narrator describes how determined his mother and her church buddies are to reject anyone different, like a fundamentalist Catholic version of Mean Girls.
Takes Place in: Lancashire, England
Content Warnings: Abelism, Alcohol Abuse, Animal Death, Bullying, Child Abuse, Child Death, Child Endangerment, Death, Racism, Forced Captivity, Gaslighting, Gore, Homophobia, Illness, Medical Torture/Abuse, Medical Procedures, Mental Illness, Physical Abuse, Racism, Slurs, Suicide, Verbal/Emotional Abuse, Violence (highlight to view)
Blurb:
| When the remains of a young child are discovered during a winter storm on a stretch of the bleak Lancashire coastline known as the Loney, a man named Smith is forced to confront the terrifying and mysterious events that occurred forty years earlier when he visited the place as a boy. At that time, his devoutly Catholic mother was determined to find healing for Hanny, his disabled older brother. And so the family, along with members of their parish, embarked on an Easter pilgrimage to an ancient shrine. But not all of the locals were pleased to see visitors in the area. And when the two brothers found their lives entangling with a glamorous couple staying at a nearby house, they became involved in more troubling rites. Smith feels he is the only one to know the truth, and he must bear the burden of his knowledge, no matter what the cost. Proclaimed a “modern classic” by the Sunday Telegraph (UK), The Loney marks the arrival of an important new voice in fiction. |
Autumn is normally considered the season for all things horror, due to holidays like Samhain, All Hallows' Eve/Halloween, and the Day of the Dead in Europe and the Americas, but the other seasons have their own share of scary stories and traditions. Summer is perfect for slasher flicks, spooky stories by the campfire, and the Ghost Festival is celebrated in East and Southeast Asia. The long, dark nights of winter inspired the Victorians to tell ghost stories and Algonquin-speaking people associated the season with the monstrous Wendigo. But spring, generally associated with new life, rebirth, flowers, and cute baby animals in the Northern Hemisphere, is the odd one out. Other than Bram Stoker's famous short story, Dracula's Guest, which takes place on Walpurgis Night, The Loney is the probably the only scary story I've ever read set during the Spring.
The Loney was written by an English Teacher, and boy does it show. It's overflowing with symbolism, deeply complicated characters, religious imagery, and all the other stuff that gets pretentious professors all hot and bothered. This is the kind of book that lends itself well to long, dry, dissertations about death and rebirth, or some other equally clichéd thesis, like how everything is a metaphor for sex. Not that any of this is bad, mind you, just don't expect a classic horror story so much as a coming-of-age character exploration set in a gloomy, shit hole town that leaves you feeling creeped out and disturbed. There's a lot more focus on the environment and characters than there is on the actual story (or lack thereof). It reminds me of one of those artsy games with no plot or clear goals where you just wander around and explore the gorgeous environment, like The Path (the game, not the TV series). Which, again, isn't a bad thing if you're into walking simulators, but I miss having a three act story structure, and a build up of suspense. So my reaction to The Loney was along the lines of "bored, bored, bored, do something already, wow that's creepy, damn these people are messed up, bored, bored, is something going to happen now or what, so borrrreeed, stop talking for fuck's sake, bored, HOLY SHIT WTF OMG, oh, well I guess that's the end." And then I was left wondering what the fuck I had just read.
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| I mean, I guess if you're scared of flowers and baby animals Spring might be scary.... |
While the pointless milling about can get tedious (really, REALLY tedious), it's still an entertaining and creepy book. I wouldn't exactly call it horror, since The Loney isn't scary per se, but it is definitely disturbing. There are still a few of the standard horror "shock value" scenes you'd expect, y'know, the kind where any person with common sense would take it as an obvious sign to turn the fuck around because it's clear they just stumbled into some Blair Witch, demonic serial killer, Eldritch abomination crap? But most of the creepiness comes from the irrational religious fervor of the adults (except, ironically, the priest), and their disturbing obsession with "curing" the unnamed protagonist's disabled brother, Hanny. Not for his own benefit, since he seems perfectly happy as is, and could probably function on his own just fine if given a chance, but as part of some selfish desire to see a miracle and be closer to God.
Now here's the thing about being a disabled person in horror fiction, you can come in one of three flavors. You can either be a victim (Audrey Hepburn in Wait Until Dark, the mute woman in The Tingler, Mark from Friday the 13th Part 2), the "psycho" (pretty much every movie killer ever, because mental illness apparently makes you evil), or some sort of disabled version of the "magical negro" trope (the little girl from the Langoliers, "Duddits" from Dreamcatcher, Tom Cullen from The Stand, and every other disabled person in a Steven King novel). But Hanny doesn't seem to fall into any of these groups. He's certainly not helpless, a monster, or "magical", despite what those around him may think. For example, late in the book Hanny manages to uncover and successfully load a rifle (despite having little to no experience doing so), sneak out of the house by muffling his foot steps on a blanket and bribing the dog with treats, then find his way across dangerous terrain in the middle of the night. And when the narrator tries to follow him? He ends up almost drowning, and Hanny has to save his pathetic butt. Hell, I can barely find the bathroom in my own house without turning the light on, much less load a gun in the dark and go for a night hike in the English equivalent of Lovecraft country. But despite being able to do things military personnel take months to learn, Hanny is still considered "helpless" by those around him because he has a learning disability and doesn't communicate in a way anyone else has bothered to learn. And he CAN communicate. Hanny is clearly shown using hand gestures and objects to try and communicate his emotions and desires, but is mostly ignored by everyone, save his brother, who apparently can't wrap their brains around the concept of non-verbal communication. The priest, probably the only moral, well adjusted adult in the whole story, is also the only person to question if Hanny even wants to be cured. Like, he would literally have been fine if someone had just thought to equip him with an Alternative and Augmentative Commination system. But no, they want a miracle, they want Hanny to give it to them, screw what he wants or needs. And that's pretty much how everything goes to shit. Because most of the characters in the story can't seem to comprehend that anyone outside their narrow view of normal could possible be happy. The narrator describes how determined his mother and her church buddies are to reject anyone different, like a fundamentalist Catholic version of Mean Girls.
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| Hanny has to put up with so much crap from his neurotypical family |
So often in fiction "curing" a disability is automatically seen as a good thing, because it's just assumed that being able-bodied and neurotypical is the only way to have a happy, fulfilling life. And if a disabled person does seem happy? Then they're considered some sort of inspirational martyr for the able-bodied to admire. Obviously this attitude is really freaking ableist and arrogant, as numerous disability advocates have pointed out. If a person with a disability would prefer to be rid of it, that's an extremely personal decision, and not one intended to serve as a happy ending for the able-bodied and neurotypical. Basically, assuming everyone with a disability feels the same way about it is pretty shitty, as is acting like they can't make their own decisions. And that's what makes The Loney different, it's not a typical "oh, the poor disabled person was cured by a miracle, now they can be happy!" fairy tail. Instead it's a gothic horror story about how fucked up that attitude is, and how trying to "fix" someone without their knowledge or consent so they can serve as an inspirational story is seriously messed up. Of course, in this case it's taken to an extreme where the parent's misguided stubbornness results in the death, misery, and despair of a lot of people. Hanny makes it out more or less okay (albeit now suffering from some serious guilt he doesn't understand), with his oblivious parents none the wiser, but the narrator becomes an unstable wreck with PTSD who stalks his brother until Hanny forces him in therapy. Essentially, The Loney is the antithesis of inspiration porn (yes, the link is safe for work, chill).
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| It's actually because she ate two jumbo orders of nachos by herself, now that is truly inspirational. I should point out I have no idea what people wear at clubs, so one of them is a semi-goth chick, and the other looks like Jem. |
The plot still drags though. Like, a lot. And Hurley uses the word "said" too much. Replied, snapped, exclaimed, responded, mused, just pick a different freaking word! Seriously, you're an English teacher, use your thesaurus. But while it wasn't quite my cup of tea, I can still recommend it to people looking for a rich, gloomy story full of atmosphere and some truly messed up characters.
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