FEEDING OUR DARKNESS:
ALI SEAY’S
TO OFFER HER PLEASURE
Ali Seay’s latest novella, To Offer Her Pleasure, from Weirdpunk Books is an equal parts slow burn meditation on death and a fiercely paced downward spiral that proves not all coming-of-age tales are about defeating the monster. In some cases you become one – a refreshing choice when there are plenty of Losers Club knockoffs packing the aisles of most bookstores.
The story: Ben’s mom bails on him with her drunkard boyfriend, Patrick, shortly after his father’s death. Alone with his grief, the teenager rummages through dad’s belongings seeking some type of reprieve from the emotional pain. What he finds is a book that can offer him more than distractions. The horned woman depicted in its pages promises Ben a brand new life in exchange for a series of escalating sacrifices.
The strength of To Offer Her Pleasure is in its quieter moments. For instance, when Ben tries on his dad’s old shoes as a way to feel closer to the man or when he’s ignoring his mother’s inebriated voicemails and texts while he broods in the dark. There’s no outright horror in these scenes. No eviscerations or supernatural mauling. There doesn’t need to be. Coupled with Seay’s direct, matter-of-fact prose they hit harder than the violence in the book and create an atmosphere of palpable melancholy.
Between the lingering depictions of loss and the strange woman in the book, Seay’s setting is more a dream that Ben drifts through without any real consequence than a stark reality. To elaborate, although Ben’s nosey neighbor regularly checks in on him, he easily assuages her curiosity with vague explanations. Even when the moments of confrontation escalate, such as Patrick turning up to look for Ben’s mother, the possibility of something terrible happening to Seay’s protagonist doesn’t feel likely. This may be by design. Protection could just be part of the deal with the ghostly woman. Still, giving Ben some challenging moments where he feels like the entity has abandoned him would’ve helped round out his character and upped the stakes a little.
That’s not to say shying away from over explaining or keeping it simple is a bad thing—this reader rejoiced that there were no online deep-dives or trips to the library resulting in a full blown character stat sheet for Ben’s new surrogate parent. Ambiguity oftentimes says more than revealing everything and To Offer Her Pleasure revels in less is more. This is mostly beneficial, but a few areas could’ve used a bit more explanation. Especially when it comes to what role the book plays in Ben’s family history and why his dad had it in the first place.
Overall, To Offer Her Pleasure is a quick read that balances impactful moments of horror, family drama, and character to weave a deeply somber narrative about grief. Surprised A24 hasn’t picked up the rights yet as it fits well within their stable. Get on it, folks!
FUNGUS AND THE FEAR OF THE UNKNOWN IN LOVECRAFT AND BEYOND
Fungus. Just saying the word feels like a mouthful of something slimy and spongy that is seriously testing your gag reflexes. But why are we simultaneously so disgusted by and fascinated with it?
MY HEROES HAVE ALWAYS BEEN MONSTERS
Monsters, like Disney’s many orphan protagonists, are also coldly calculated to win our hearts. Misbegotten, misunderstood, they reflect the ugliness the world makes us feel, while defiantly asserting their right to exist and thrive. Show me a movie-lover who can’t shed a tear for King Kong, the Gill-Man or Frankenstein’s creation, and I’ll show you who the real monster is.
5 COMPOSERS WHO SHOULD’VE SCORED BLADE RUNNER 2049 INSTEAD OF WHAT’S-HIS-FACE
We got ripped off by the future twice. We were never getting flying cars (only 5-0 and fat cats had them in Blade Runner, anyway), but we deserved a score for Blade Runner 2049 that would enable us to sit in our burnt-out Priuses up on blocks and dream of flying over the gleaming spires and methane torches of monolithic mega-cities.
LOVE KILLS WITH OBSESSION IN THE TWISTED ROMANCES OF EDGAR ALLAN POE
What we now call Valentine’s Day went from the orgiastic throes of Lupercalia to solemn Christian saint’s day to a commercial lovefest celebrated with stale chocolates, boxed wine and sleazy D-list adult entertainment. Edgar Allan Poe didn’t exactly do Valentine’s Day.
WASTE OF SPACE
The resilience of the American space program is best embodied by the astronaut movie that tanks every year. And they just keep coming. Why, Lord, why?
IN PRAISE OF SEX AND VIOLENCE
It’s a hoary cliche in American cultural criticism that if you kiss a breast in a story or film, you’ll get in a lot more trouble than if you stab one.
THE GERNSBACK REFERENDUM: SEND MORE SPACE OPERA
There’s a persistent bit of Hollywood apocrypha about how Stanley Kubrick included a replica of the Discovery spacecraft from 2001: A Space Odyssey amid the burning rubble in the concluding scene of Full Metal Jacket.
WEIRD WOMEN AND OTHER ANOMALIES
One overview of Weird Tales, for example, estimates that about 17% of its authors were female; sometimes they wrote under initials (C. L. Moore is surely the most famous example of this), and sometimes they bore names that…well, sounded likelier to be masculine (Bassett Morgan). The most extraordinary of the female contributors to Weird Tales during its heyday must be Allison V. Harding: with 36 Weird Tales stories to her credit, she was ahead of contributors like Ray Bradbury and Frank Belknap Long.
MAKE AMERICA GHOULISH AGAIN
Speculative fiction author J.G. Ballard once famously proclaimed that science fiction was the literature of the 20th century.
EXILE FROM MIDDLE EARTH: HOW FANTASY FAILED US
I remember tears welling up in my eyes at the beginning of Peter Jackson’s The Fellowship Of The Ring, when Frodo confronts Gandalf, upon his belated return to the Shire.
LOVECRAFT MEANS NEVER HAVING TO SAY YOU’RE SORRY
THE LATEST LOVECRAFTIAN MORAL CRISIS/TEACHABLE MOMENT has peaked and rolled back under the weight of countless other cultural controversies…