The Only Good Indians, written by Stephen Graham Jones, made both Brian and Sandra’s best of year lists.
Stephen Graham Jones is having a hell of a year. Something of a quadfecta (is that a word? I don’t know, but I’m going with it) really. He’s had a blockbuster novel published, one that shot him bright across the skies of many new readers. In the wake of the novel, he also had a novella (The Night of the Mannequins) , a novelette (Attack of the 50 Foot Indian), and a short story (Wait for Night) published.
I am a long time reader of Jones. He’s become one of my favorite authors. I will often put what I am reading aside to read his new releases. It’s been wonderful to see so many new readers find his work.
If you haven’t yet had the chance, please check out his work. The Only Good Indians is a great place to start.
Stephen Graham Jones doesn’t skimp on the details in his writing. He draws you right into the worlds of his protagonists and immerses you in their thoughts and actions in a way that’s hard to fathom until you’ve read The Only Good Indians. You can have a sense of pure and total dread and still be rooting for a character, and that’s where the real horror lies. By the halfway point, I felt like I’d been punched in the gut. I had to read on, although I was terrified by the possibilities of how the story would unfold. This is definitely the kind of story you don’t want to ruin with details. The writing is visceral and compelling. The characters live and breathe (until some of them don’t). And the concept driving the story is intriguing and original. What more could you want? This is the must-have horror book of the year, hands down.