What do you think?
Rate this book
Candles for Elizabeth
Kiernan, Caitlin R.
61 pages, Paperback
First published May 1, 1998
About the author
Caitlín R. Kiernan
415 books1,677 followersCaitlín Rebekah Kiernan is an Irish-born American published paleontologist and author of science fiction and dark fantasy works, including ten novels, series of comic books, and more than two hundred and fifty published short stories, novellas, and vignettes.
Ratings & Reviews
Friends & Following
Create a free account to discover what your friends think of this book!
Community Reviews
Displaying 1 - 11 of 11 reviews
December 19, 2015
An EXCELLENT collection of three of Caitlin R. Kiernan's short stories.
"The Last Child of Lir"
"A Story for Edward Gorey"
"Postcards from the King of Tides"
"The Last Child of Lir"
"A Story for Edward Gorey"
"Postcards from the King of Tides"
January 22, 2008
Caitlin R. Kiernan, Candles for Elizabeth (MM Publishing, 1998)
MM Publishing, aka Meisha Merlin Publications, has quietly become one of the driving forces in publishing the cutting edge in fantasy and horror. Fantasy fans will probably recognize the name; the same company put out the painfully expensive (and just as gorgeous) limited editions of George R. R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire novels a few years back, but their origins were not nearly so bold. Candles for Elizabeth, a chapbook-sized short story collection from uberauthor Cait Kiernan, was one of their first offerings. And damn and blast, is it a fine one.
Kiernan is one of the new generation of "horror of absence" authors, a realm populated by such luminaries as Patrick McGrath, Kathe Koja, and Lucius Shepard. While Koja takes her best inspiration from Andre Breton, Shepard worships at the altar of H. Rider Haggard, and McGrath has spent more time ('twould seem) browsing through the works of Agatha Christie, Kiernan's influence is the most logical for a genre like this--Sartre and his contemporaries. The dreck being spewed out by such hallowed authors as Bret Easton Ellis and Jay McInerney is not the new generation of existentialist fiction. Cait Kiernan is.
If Sartre were alive and writing Roads to Freedom today, one could probably find the characters in these three stories in the fringes. They wouldn't be main characters; Sartre was too wrapped up in the petit bourgeois to have given these folks more than a couple of paragraphs of screen time. But he would have been fascinated with them, just as we are today; the homeless, the outcasts, those who live on the fringes of society, taking nothing from it, but willing to give in return if anyone would allow them to. Poppy Z. Brite writes in her introduction to this collection that the characters therein "would still love to believe in magic and happiness, but don't dare let themselves." Indeed.
In "The Last Child of Lir," three homeless twentysomethings, one of them dying of an unspecified disease (Kiernan hints that it might be pneumonia), are referred to an abandoned warehouse by a crack-addicted acquaintance as a place to spend a few days out of the cold. "A Story for Edward Gorey" is also of the homeless-person variety, this one a nineteen-year-old butch lesbian obsessed with a purple curtain in an upstairs window, and the things she finds when she finally is allowed to venture behind it. "Postcards from the King of Tides," the most "traditional" horror story in the bunch (it bears the scars of Bradbury's "Something Wicked This Way Comes," by way of Koja?s The Cipher) doesn't tell us if its protagonists are homeless, as they're on a roadtrip. In all three cases, the events of the stories are designed to give us, though not the characters themselves, insight into their own humanity more than they are to scare. That what they find in their dreams and introspections is not that much different than what the characters in such would-be existentialist writers as Ellis find is beside the point (and, in fact, becomes somewhat admirable given the method of delivery); it?s how they come about the knowledge, and whether they know enough to grasp what they see, that counts.
One of the things that makes Kiernan's characters so attractive in the horror milieu is that they're not your typical horror story protagonist; these are the kids horror fans have been waiting for for thirty years, the ones who grew up in a post-Night of the Living Dead world. They're not scared by the usual mean-and-nasties, as (for some odd reason) most horror story protagonists still are. Kiernan's characters, like those of Koja, McGrath, Thomas Ligotti, et al. before her, are scared by what's inside, not what's outside. And that makes all the difference. **** 1/2
MM Publishing, aka Meisha Merlin Publications, has quietly become one of the driving forces in publishing the cutting edge in fantasy and horror. Fantasy fans will probably recognize the name; the same company put out the painfully expensive (and just as gorgeous) limited editions of George R. R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire novels a few years back, but their origins were not nearly so bold. Candles for Elizabeth, a chapbook-sized short story collection from uberauthor Cait Kiernan, was one of their first offerings. And damn and blast, is it a fine one.
Kiernan is one of the new generation of "horror of absence" authors, a realm populated by such luminaries as Patrick McGrath, Kathe Koja, and Lucius Shepard. While Koja takes her best inspiration from Andre Breton, Shepard worships at the altar of H. Rider Haggard, and McGrath has spent more time ('twould seem) browsing through the works of Agatha Christie, Kiernan's influence is the most logical for a genre like this--Sartre and his contemporaries. The dreck being spewed out by such hallowed authors as Bret Easton Ellis and Jay McInerney is not the new generation of existentialist fiction. Cait Kiernan is.
If Sartre were alive and writing Roads to Freedom today, one could probably find the characters in these three stories in the fringes. They wouldn't be main characters; Sartre was too wrapped up in the petit bourgeois to have given these folks more than a couple of paragraphs of screen time. But he would have been fascinated with them, just as we are today; the homeless, the outcasts, those who live on the fringes of society, taking nothing from it, but willing to give in return if anyone would allow them to. Poppy Z. Brite writes in her introduction to this collection that the characters therein "would still love to believe in magic and happiness, but don't dare let themselves." Indeed.
In "The Last Child of Lir," three homeless twentysomethings, one of them dying of an unspecified disease (Kiernan hints that it might be pneumonia), are referred to an abandoned warehouse by a crack-addicted acquaintance as a place to spend a few days out of the cold. "A Story for Edward Gorey" is also of the homeless-person variety, this one a nineteen-year-old butch lesbian obsessed with a purple curtain in an upstairs window, and the things she finds when she finally is allowed to venture behind it. "Postcards from the King of Tides," the most "traditional" horror story in the bunch (it bears the scars of Bradbury's "Something Wicked This Way Comes," by way of Koja?s The Cipher) doesn't tell us if its protagonists are homeless, as they're on a roadtrip. In all three cases, the events of the stories are designed to give us, though not the characters themselves, insight into their own humanity more than they are to scare. That what they find in their dreams and introspections is not that much different than what the characters in such would-be existentialist writers as Ellis find is beside the point (and, in fact, becomes somewhat admirable given the method of delivery); it?s how they come about the knowledge, and whether they know enough to grasp what they see, that counts.
One of the things that makes Kiernan's characters so attractive in the horror milieu is that they're not your typical horror story protagonist; these are the kids horror fans have been waiting for for thirty years, the ones who grew up in a post-Night of the Living Dead world. They're not scared by the usual mean-and-nasties, as (for some odd reason) most horror story protagonists still are. Kiernan's characters, like those of Koja, McGrath, Thomas Ligotti, et al. before her, are scared by what's inside, not what's outside. And that makes all the difference. **** 1/2
March 2, 2011
Candles for Elizabeth is a thin chapbook containing barely 60 pages of fiction (a few of the pages consist of introductions, the table of contents, etc). It's a bit pricey but it is over-sized and has a glossy, creepy cover with gorgeous fonts instead of the standard drek found on most covers. Still, the text within is what I'm paying for and I can't help wishing there had been more of it.
The chapbook contains three short stories. One is an original written for the collection and two are reprints. All of the stories are difficult to synopsize. They're more like quick glimpses into these character lives than a by-the-numbers horror story and are told in a dream-like voice. The author relies on her wounded young characters and well-drawn atmosphere to tell the story and deftly holds back allowing the reader to use their own imagination. Her style takes some getting used to and probably isn't for everyone. There are no bloated sentences here and no unnecessary words. Personally, I found it a relief. The less bloat the better if you ask me. These stories aren't horrific in the traditional sense but they'll linger and haunt if you read closely.
Of all of the stories my personal favorite was A Story for Edward Gorey. It was genuinely chilling. Everything from the oppressive heat, to the almost overwhelming feeling of loneliness and desperation comes vividly alive.
After reading The Last Child of Lir, a story the author says is a companion piece to two of her others, I had the urge to track down the other two stories. Although the characters and the grief-laden tale drew me in, I felt like I was missing something and needed more insight into these people and their lives. As written, this story didn't entirely stand-alone for me.
The final story, Postcards From the King of Tides, takes the reader on a road trip that takes a turn for the weird when the car breaks down and two of its curious occupants discover an odd sideshow. Odd and creepy. What more does one need?
More stories would've rated this book five stars but for five dollars (plus shipping) it was a tad too slight for the money. Still, I enjoyed it while it lasted and am left longing for more.
The chapbook contains three short stories. One is an original written for the collection and two are reprints. All of the stories are difficult to synopsize. They're more like quick glimpses into these character lives than a by-the-numbers horror story and are told in a dream-like voice. The author relies on her wounded young characters and well-drawn atmosphere to tell the story and deftly holds back allowing the reader to use their own imagination. Her style takes some getting used to and probably isn't for everyone. There are no bloated sentences here and no unnecessary words. Personally, I found it a relief. The less bloat the better if you ask me. These stories aren't horrific in the traditional sense but they'll linger and haunt if you read closely.
Of all of the stories my personal favorite was A Story for Edward Gorey. It was genuinely chilling. Everything from the oppressive heat, to the almost overwhelming feeling of loneliness and desperation comes vividly alive.
After reading The Last Child of Lir, a story the author says is a companion piece to two of her others, I had the urge to track down the other two stories. Although the characters and the grief-laden tale drew me in, I felt like I was missing something and needed more insight into these people and their lives. As written, this story didn't entirely stand-alone for me.
The final story, Postcards From the King of Tides, takes the reader on a road trip that takes a turn for the weird when the car breaks down and two of its curious occupants discover an odd sideshow. Odd and creepy. What more does one need?
More stories would've rated this book five stars but for five dollars (plus shipping) it was a tad too slight for the money. Still, I enjoyed it while it lasted and am left longing for more.
April 24, 2019
Excuse me if I stole this book from Waterstone's, but it's very thin and it fitted beautifully in my pocket. Great read.
February 15, 2022
Three excellent stories in this early chapbook by Caitlin Kiernan who is, beyond a doubt, one of the finest weird fiction/horror/fantasy writers of the last 50 years, bar none.
Contents
Introduction: Poppy Z. Bright
Children of Lir
A Story for Edward Gorey
Postcards from the King of Tides
As is often the case with Kiernan, there are 3 brief, informative intros to each of her stories.
Contents
Introduction: Poppy Z. Bright
Children of Lir
A Story for Edward Gorey
Postcards from the King of Tides
As is often the case with Kiernan, there are 3 brief, informative intros to each of her stories.
May 14, 2022
No unread books in the house and needed a quick read for the train, so I grabbed this chapbook off the shelf for a re-read. Checked the bookmark, and it was the receipt of purchase from now over 20 years ago, bought as an employee of that nasty big box bookstore I worked at while in grad school just before my life-altering move around the world. Still haven't moved back, but this slim collection of three stories remains one of my favorite possessions. The first story, "The Last Child of Lir" in particular is one of my all-time favorites - up there with (off the top of my head) Lovecraft's "The Picture in the House," Clive Barker's "Scape-goats," probably the entirety of Night Shift ans Skeleton Crew and (naurally) "The Lottery." Kiernan has been of one my favorite authors for over two decades, and these sixty pages are a large reason why.
January 3, 2010
"Candles For Elizabeth" is a short chapbook that more than adequately conveys Kiernan's impressive talent for story-telling. The three stories here are like fragmented dreams. Strange, devastating, and containing a kind of horror that is not easily identified or forgotten once read. "A Story For Edward Gorey" is the most spine-tingling of the three, as Kiernan quietly builds an atmosphere that is almost unbearably sinister and irrational. But my favourite was "Postcards From The King Of Tides", a surreal yet engaging tale that feels like a homage to Lovecraft.
March 11, 2014
I made the mistake of loaning this book out to some girl I met and went to school with. Of course, I never saw her again and I'm 100% sure she did not appreciate the book like I did. It's out of print now and goes for $$$$ on eBay and Amazon, of course so that's just my luck.
Lesson: Don't share rare books or books that matter with randoms.
Lesson: Don't share rare books or books that matter with randoms.
February 23, 2016
UMMM, YUMMY..........
April 25, 2022
They are SUCH an amazing writer! LOVE their work!
January 24, 2021
This is one collection I'll definitely return to.
Displaying 1 - 11 of 11 reviews