George R.R. Martin asked Gillian Flynn for a story and this is the result. She begins “I didn’t stop giving hand jobs because I wasn’t good at it. I stopped giving hand jobs because I was the best at it.”
Hmm, I thought. But why the scary skull/house graphic on the cover?
Gillian Flynn is a master at getting into our heads and making us question who are the good guys and who the bad guys. Old houses, ghosts, evil children, immoral fathers create a cocktail.
This 62-page story, published alone, was originally part of an anthology edited by George R.R. Martin. The week I read it, I saw an ad by James Patterson for a series of similar publications. Is this the way we will move forward? Short books that can be consumed in a single setting? Particularly from big-name authors?
The thought brings me back to the closing of Flynn’s story. “I got in bed and watched the door of the adjoining room. Checked the lock. Turned off the light. Stared at the ceiling. Stared at the adjoining door. Pulled the dresser in front of the door. Nothing to worry about at all.”
Nothing to worry about at all. Maybe we can keep our attention longer than 62 pages. The dresser in front of the door is rattling.