I’m taking a break from watching Sharp Objects to write about this trilogy.
I think that should tell you a little about my state of mind. But that doesn’t explain why.
I like books(film too) that screw me up and those that keep bugging me. These obviously do.
Unreliable narrators are certainly more interesting. No?
Is Shyue mad? Deranged? Troubled? Has he been besieged by evils?
I guess it will sound a little more interesting if the answers to these rhetorical questions are mostly ‘yes’.
I’m not sure I understand what he is getting at with these three books, but I am certainly not relying on the accompanying texts to enlighten me.
In many ways, I don’t want to know the ‘truths’.
And I am not the least bothered.
Darkness and deserted spaces fascinate me, they draw me in. That’s enough.
I have wondered though if they are better off loose so that we can construct our own narratives.
What I know is I that I will be returning to these lovely dark monsters again, and again, soon.