THE PARTS WE PLAY by Stephen Volk
PUBLICATION DATE
September 2016
COVER ART Pedro Marques
INTRODUCTION Nathan Ballingrud
PAGES 339
EDITIONS
Unsigned Jacketed Hardcover — ISBN 978-1-786360-20-5 [£20]
200 Slipcased JHC signed by Stephen Volk, and including the chapbook "Supporting Roles" featuring two additional stories — ISBN 978-1-786360-21-2 [£50]
COVER ART Pedro Marques
INTRODUCTION Nathan Ballingrud
PAGES 339
EDITIONS
Unsigned Jacketed Hardcover — ISBN 978-1-786360-20-5 [£20]
200 Slipcased JHC signed by Stephen Volk, and including the chapbook "Supporting Roles" featuring two additional stories — ISBN 978-1-786360-21-2 [£50]
Reviewed by David A. Riley
A satisfyingly varied and well-written collection of stories
by screen- and short-story writer Stephen Volk.
Although I enjoyed reading all of the stories in this
collection, these are some that made the biggest impact on me. The opening, Celebrity Frankenstein, is a satirical
take on our obsession with reality TV and the cult of the celebrity, with a
modern update of the Frankenstein myth. Bless,
on the other hand, is a psychologically disturbing tale of a mother’s longing
for a daughter and her inability to differentiate between what she wishes and
what is actually happening. Where the story is ultimately heading is not
exactly unexpected, but it is nonetheless heartrending for all of that. A
confessional from a highly unreliable narrator who has lost contact with
reality. I had already heard of The
Arse-licker before reading it here and perhaps therefore was almost
prepared for it – almost but not quite! I can easily understand how this story has
gained the reputation it has. Gruesomely, even stomach-churningly nasty, it’s a
story only a writer as accomplished as Stephen Volk could get away with – which
he does with deceptive ease! After this,
it was almost a relief to embark on The
Peter Lorre Fan Club, which starts off as a brilliantly knowledgeable dialogue
about Peter Lorre between two old friends whose paths had diverged dramatically
over the intervening years. It has the kind of Nazi horrors that used to be the
hallmark of some of Charles Birkin’s darker tales, though he never succeeded in
making you like the victim quite so much as here, nor whose fate is quite as
excruciatingly drawn out and cruel. Another highlight was The Shug Monkey, a Professor Challenger story. I am not usually a
big fan of pastiches like this, but The
Shug Monkey works and has a deeply disturbing twist at the end which I am
sure Conan Doyle would never have imagined. The
Magician Kelso Dennett is a wonderfully narrated story of a magician’s
dangerously crazy publicity stunt in a down-at-heel seaside town, filled with
strands of undercurrents that head towards what you know is going to be a grim
finale. As with all of the tales in this collection, Stephen Volk fills it with
believable characters and a strong sense of place. Seagate may not be real, but
I feel like I have been there before – I probably have! Although I have read a
few disturbing tales set around Bonfire night, they never fail to excite a
certain amount of trepidation, undoubtedly because, of all our annual
celebrations, this is the only one involving fires and explosives and the
burning of effigies, and, in reality, an awful lot of potential danger to life
and limb. Newspaper Heart centres
around a lonely boy who befriends the Guy he and his mother create out of old
clothes, stuffed with newspapers rolled into balls, and a cheap plastic mask.
But there is more than just loneliness behind the boy’s friendship, and the
climax is a dark mixture of longing, horror, and family secrets.
There are no poor stories in this collection. Consistently
well-written and absorbing, it is one of the best single-author collections I
have read in recent years. Stephen Volk is one of the best practitioners of the
horror story active today. A true master of the genre!
