A very big thanks to the author for sending me this swell copy to read and review. We met at ONE OF US: Midwest Horror Con, in Iowa City. Keep the Midwest Weird! All views and opinions are my own.
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The Rural Midwest is full of smalltowns. Many do what they can can keep the pulse of their community alive, resurrecting (or in some cases fabricating) bits of local historical minutia on which to attract new life, bring in new dollars. However, there are some places that, despite that passage of time and dwindling of the population, the folk still cling to very stringent local practices, beliefs, or traditions. Red Horn, Wisconsin, is such a place. A place that has particular expectations, perhaps even demands of the young, especially those making that passage into adulthood. The dreams and hopes of the young are things to be coddled briefly then crushed, and used as fuel to keep the heart of the community alive. Bunch brings up those feelings of angst of anger. That growing sense of desperation to get out of the clutches of a small town. You're hormones are a confused and muddled train wreck, the metal you listen to is black as the night, and is perhaps the only torchlight to drive you forward. Red Horn is a reminder that beyond that Social Media Ready downtown, beyond the smiles of the locals, small Midwestern small towns have a network of dark veins, pulsing with history. Stained History, that successive generations have worked to wipe away. The racism, the lynchings, the cultural amnesia regarding anything that may have happened to the local indigenous communities on whose land these towns were placed.
Red Horn invites you to face the nightmare of one wholesome, quiet town in Northern Wisconsin. Whether you leave or not, well that's a matter of faith isn't it? *dark cackling intensifies*