![]() Evenson, a former Mormon, presents us these rituals with painstaking –and ultimately frightening- accuracy. ![]() ![]() In a way, in The Open Curtain, a similar episode is described, and this time, too, the ritual is put to individual use, or as one of the characters puts it “we pulled a fast one on God”. In Rushdie’s novel, it was a delightful, tender, erotic episode where two people find each other not only despite rituals, but find ways to use them for their own ends. It bears remarkable similarities to Salman Rushdie’s masterfully dense novel of partitions, marriages and Pakistan, Shame. Strange to me, but apparently a faithful depiction of a Mormon wedding ceremony. There is, in the middle of the novel, at the point where events really take a steep downward turn for the protagonists, a strange marriage ceremony. There are numerous rituals in the novel, rituals, however, which are an integral part of the horror. There are murders in the book, dismemberments, stabs, cuts, and strangulations, yet the novel is far from grisly. Its brand of horror is akin to the brand of horror in Doris Lessing’s terrifying The Fifth Child. ![]() It’s a tightly wound tale of horror, although not in the sense of the recent wave of splatter movies. This book is hard to describe without spoiling it for the reader. ![]()
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