Edgar Allan Poe
Bram Stoker
Howard Phillips Lovecraft
Clive Barker
This book reads like a love letter to the fiction created by these three men. And yet, it carries the stamp I've come to expect of Dorman's writing. Hiding under the surface of the lyrical prose are the horrors of war and destruction man visits upon himself. The commentary regarding man's war against himself is timely.
Henry Collingsworth buys a house, believing it to contain the heart of his Beloved. We are left as readers to question whether he's looking for her literal heart or something less sinister. The gothic house he'd come to search is unique. He searches every level for clues, finding nothing. It's not until he gets to the basement that he discovers the house's true secrets.
What follows is a harrowing journey that will winnow Hollingsworth down to his essential being and bring him to the brink of madness.
Dorman uses the epistolary form masterfully, bringing us into Hollingsworth's mind. We ask ourselves if what he's seeing is real or imagined. Is the maddening maze he finds truly part of our universe or some other? In the end, does he find his Beloved?
The tension, the beautiful prose, the level of detail in describing the rooms and worlds Hollingsworth encounters all make for a rich and truly disturbing tapestry. This is a departure from Dorman's usual oeuvre, but he pulls it off and I want to see him take more risks like this.