Ann Arensberg (1937–2022)

There's only one word to describe this book. Tedious. A cool concept that faintly glittered through at times but was horrible overtaken by rambling. The story wandered all over the place and had constant diatribes about gardens, snack foods, furniture, gothic novels, and church pitch ins and other mundane shit, that made the story last even longer than it should have. And trust me this story lasted forever. I could not wait for it to be over. The premise was so cool, a bunch of women in this small town keep having erotic nightmares and weird shit is happening. Cool right? It's fucking buried in this novel. Five hours of my life that I will never get back!… (meer)

When I read the blurb for this book I got very excited. It sounded like such a awesome idea...


Well..it was a good idea but carried out very badly. The author rambles on for several paragraphs about mundane happenings. Who gives a shit?? Get to the point. You could skip several pages and still not get to where the story was going.
I hate not finishing a book, but life is just too short.
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The publishers of this book have been very nice but dang I just can't do it. It's been said of this book that it's great literary horror..the fuck?


I received an ARC copy of this book from Netgalley and Open Road Media in exchange for an honest review.… (meer)

Incubus, a novel by Ann Arensburg (she won an American Book Award in 1981 for Sister Wolf), is also a horror/mythology combination, but it’s got a seriously literary bent. Set in a small Maine town in 1974, the main character is the wife of the local Episcopal priest. Following a rare and strange heat wave, odd things happen: animals bear deformed young and the town’s women begin to be disturbed in their sleep. This is not a blood-and-gore horror tale, but instead moves through the heart and history of the town and its residence to look for the darkness that drew this evil spirit to them.

Reviewed on Lit/Rant: www.litrant.tumblr.com… (meer)