The Best Horror Of The Year Volume Eleven edited by Ellen Datlow, part 3
I Love You Mary-Grace
A less than capable tale.
The Jaws Of Ouroboros
An iffy folk horror about standing stones and drugs and unchecked evil. World building is never fully addressed to ones satisfaction. This causes no stunned fascination. This was not wonderous.
“The standing stones had always been teeth.”
“Wondering not for the first time, why I trusted him.”
“There were rumours the operators never recovered from what they saw on their monitors.”
A Brief Moment Of Rage
An intolerable tale of a rage virus.
This has too high a word count for so slight a tale. This leaves you profoundly weary.
Americans face folk horror in the UK. This has implausibility. There are damaging consequences all round.
“Mercy he knew would not come.”
Girls Without Their Faces On
By Laird Barron. The point of this story is not fascinatingly elusive. This has no wistful undertone.
No talent here. This was universally reviled.
You Are Released
By Joe Hill. Plane passengers witness the outbreak of WW3. This was good.
“Such an onslaught can only be met with a proportional response.”
“Away from from what's coming down behind us.”
“There won't be anywhere to fly to.”
Slip Chain Stitch
A tale of knitting and sheep horror. This was not written to the absolute brink of capabilities.
Going looking for the truth behind an infamous massacre leads to horror. This was goodish.
“No higher power, and no lower one,”
An ugly tale in which people do terrible wicked things.
A dull tale of a useless mother and her evil child whose intimidating behaviour grows.