American Morons

by Glen Hirshberg

From the author of the acclaimed novel THE SNOWMAN'S CHILDREN and the award-winning collection THE TWO SAMS comes American Morons, a new collection of dazzling and haunting tales... Two traveling... This description may be from another edition of this product.

• Format: Hardcover
• Language: English
• ISBN: 0976633981
• ISBN13: 9780976633983
• Release Date: October 2006
• Publisher: Earthling Publications
• Length: 191 Pages
• Weight: 0.95 lbs.

Customer Reviews

Scared the crap out of me. Loved every minute.

I don't mean to be a pest, but the first story in Hirshberg's collection, "American Morons," almost made me put it down. It's not that I'm easily offended---quite the contrary. And it isn't because I love traveling in Europe and resent the tale. No, it was for neither of these reasons. Instead, it was because it seemed so stereotypical. It wasn't until I kept trucking along with his collection that I realized what he was trying to do: scare the crap out of the audience with nothing more than the mundane. It was "Safety Clowns" that made me write this review. I'm a writer, too. We don't get much credit for the things we create. Anymore, no one notices the complicated nuances of a nice metaphor or the proper usage of the word "its". So I wanted to give Hirshberg the credit his writing deserves. From the get-go in "Safety Clowns," I knew something was wrong about the ice cream salesmen in the story. It was the so-called cockroaches clinging to the sides of the trucks that gave it away. Hirshberg does this in all the stories in his collection: he turns normal, everyday situations and characters into things to be feared. And trust me, I was fearing. Sitting in my bed, reading yet another story right before a night of restful slumber, I was basically signing up for nightmares. Then, the last one--"The Muldoon"--uggggrrrrhhhh. Wow. Scared the living crap out of me, and I loved every minute. If you liked Stephen King's "Everything's Eventual," you'll love this collection.

More phantasmagoric than horrific

Glen Hirshberg is the reincarnation of Shirley Jackson, that writer of psychologically creepy books like We Have Always Lived in the Castle and The Haunting of Hill House. When Jackson died in 1965, the Earth was stripped of a horror writer whose greatest horror is reality, who doesn't just know but feels, as Jackson declared in Hill House, "No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream." Imagine the sighs of hippopotami in slow rivers and barely sentient babies sensing an inarticulable loss when Jackson died. But--Nature replenishes herself. Just months after Jackson's death, Glen Hirshberg was born, and like Jackson's, his characters resort to fantasies in order to survive their realities. Hirshberg even takes a cue from Jackson's larks and katydids. In American Morons, loons, peacocks, and spiders seem to be in their own little nightmares. See how I'm dwelling on Jackson more than Hirshberg? This is what Hirshberg does best-- he deflects. In each story, there's the real heart of darkness and then there's the trappings, the near-red herrings: the death cry of peacocks, jasmine tea pods unfurling like spiders' legs, a carnival song that seeps into the brain, lifelike dolls made of seaweed and shells, two dead women's dresses clinging to each other, the cockroach-like mouths of an ice cream truck. Hirshberg sends an ice cream man out in a van and suddenly sunny So Cal turns into that dark valley through which you must not walk... But the horrors these trappings mask are plainer and also more haunting: Americans stranded in the breakdown lane of the Italian Superstrade at a time when anti-American sentiment has reached a fever pitch in the title story "American Morons"; the purposelessness of retired teachers in "Transitway"; desiring salvation yet refusing to believe in it in "Like a Lily in the Flood"; mourning a dead lover in "The Devil's Smile"; or living in the house you grew up in after your parents have died in "Safety Clowns." The best stories merge the set piece and the personal horrors. "The Muldoon" has three ghosts (or none-- Hirshberg is tricky): two hags left to rot in their beds and a sainted grandfather whose grandsons sit shiva for him. After the two gruesome deaths, a critical accident, and a revelation about the grandfather, it's the ghost of the grandsons' relationship that stays with me longest: "...I watched my brother. The moonlight seemed to pour over him in layers, coating him, so that with each passing moment he grew paler." Then there is the Hawthornesque "Like a Lily in a Flood," about a man revisiting the New England inn where his parents died, and the story he hears about Thoreau's laundrywoman. Not wanting to give away the ending-- and unsure which thread is the real horror and which is the red herring-- I'll say that ultimately, the only otherworldly aspect seems to be the specter of the laundrywoman's mind.

Glen Hirshberg is back in top form

Just a few years after The Two Sams, his first short story collection, Glen Hirshberg is back with a new great collection of stories. Yes, these are ghost stories, but there is more here as Mr. Hirshberg also used some more mainstream suspense here, always with the same great quality of writing style. I do agree with Peter Straub when he says that Glen Hirshberg is one of the best writers of weird fiction of his generation. There is nothing more to say except here with this book you go from one good surprise to another all along the pages. A good trip full of memorable steps. Enjoy!