Themed collections and anthologies can sometimes be a hard sell, especially to readers who like being surprised by a story. If you’re reading a collection of, say, all vampire stories, then if the crux of any of those stories rely on the reader NOT knowing there are vampires in it, that surprise is ruined when the story is read in a collection of vampire stories.
But sometimes the theme is too good to pass up.
If you’re a horror writer, you want to write about fear, and the best way to do that and connect with the greatest number of readers is to write about the fears most common to the most people. Arachnophobia doesn’t affect a LOT of people (3% to 15% according to clevelandclinic.org), but if you’re a writer worth your salt, well, you know how to use words to greatest effect and create, if not outright terror in a reader, at the very least, a sense of dread. And my experience with Ronald Kelly is that he’s a writer worth more than just his salt, he’s got salt to spare. I’m gonna steer away from the salt analogy; it just sounds dumb. Anyway. Kelly’s got the goods, so if he says he has a collection of stories all about spiders, you read that collection if you’re not terribly afraid of them. And especially if you ARE.
THE WEB OF LA SANGUINAIRE AND OTHER ARACHNID HORRORS is a solid collection of 8 stories—half of which are reprints, while the other half are new—all centered around one single monster: spiders. Obviously.
Now, me personally, I’m not afraid of spiders, and good thing; they’re all over my house. But Ronald Kelly’s been at this a while, and he knows how to twist that knife and cause the hairs on the back of your neck to raise in just the right way so you think there’s probably something crawling on you right now.
That is to say I very much enjoyed THE WEB OF LA SANGUINAIRE AND OTHER ARACHNID HORRORS. Ronald Kelly’s writing is solid, his stories are strong, and his characters perfectly relatable.
Kelly writes about everyday people, he writes about US, the readers, then puts them in terribly unfortunate situations, like the family on vacation who stops at a roadside attraction the father used to come to when he was kid, only that was then, this is now, and you’re reading a collection of horror stories about spiders.
Or how about the young boys out for a double feature at the movies who emerge from a day of childhood fantasy to a world suddenly thrown into chaos by, what else, giant spiders.
Or the family man who suddenly finds himself missing whole days of his life, who can’t recall meeting people he’s had several dealings with, who has a chance encounter with someone who knows exactly what he’s going through: memory-eating spiders. Look, it’s not bad enough they crawl and spin webs and can drop down on you from the ceiling when you least expect it, now they’re eating your memories? Check, please!
THE WEB OF LA SANGUINAIRE AND OTHER ARACHNID HORRORS is about as solid a read as you’re gonna find, by a writer who’s probably forgotten more about creeping out readers (the earliest story here dates back to 1988) than many of today’s new and emerging writers will ever learn. If you want fiction that’s going to make your skin crawl—and what horror reader isn’t constantly on the lookout for that story that’s going to make them shiver?—you could do much worse than Ronald Kelly’s spider collection (or anything the man’s written).
If I had to find a negative here—and I don’t HAVE to, but it’s a review and I want to be as objective and fair as possible—it would only be that I, personally, was not scared while reading this book. But, like I said earlier, I’m not afraid of spiders. They don’t affect me in the least. If I see one climbing down from the ceiling, I clap it, kill it, wipe it off my hand, and continue on with my day. So I read this book as a fan of great writing, great fiction, great stories, but the spiders didn’t scare me, even though if I were in any of these situations for REAL, I would absolutely and very quickly change my opinion on spiders: these are some HORRIFIC creatures Kelly’s written into existence. But as a book I read while on breaks at work, in the bright light of the break room, nah.
Now, if it was book about grasshoppers, we might be having an entirely different conversation.