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Review - 'Infernal Tramps: Tales of Weird Terror' by Alex Grass

When I was a child in my early teens, perhaps as a way to rebel against the classic fairy tales I was reading growing up, I found a special kind of fascinating escape in stories and books which featured peculiar characters, the weirder the better, the more interesting for me, going through unconventional adventures, thus providing fresh outcomes, outlooks and lessons than your habitual happily ever after. I could lose myself for hours in those stories, utterly hypnotized.

In the following years I’ve encountered that same captivating dreaminess in many a book, and lately it winked at me in Alex Grass’ new short story collection Infernal Tramps: Tales of Weird Terror. The seventeen stories of the collection are seventeen little trap doors leading to fantastic worlds.

“The smallest dreads soak my bones. Be it the paranoid certainty of being watched in a grocery store line, the nagging thought of an unknown debt, a vague notion of an undiagnosable illness coring out my organs. My fears are in my marrow.”

It is those little dreads that creep through all of Grass’ stories, but they can take bigger dimensions too, quite great depending on your own fears; short impressions of vermin, eggs hatching to become monsters, strange things happening every time an author publishes a book, hell hounds dressed as clowns… Each story starts with a strange occurrence or situation that gets even weirder in the course of the story, stretching the limits of that already uncanny situation.

In my absolute highlight Ever Shall They Feed a son who wants to get back to his father for playing a rather unfunny prank on him discovers a whole secret life his dad is living and it’s going unexpected places, and it all starts with a little librarian in Central-East Europe.

"I’m going to die now, David."

The prose is impeccable, really, the weird feels genuinely weird, and the stories authentic. Meanwhile glimpses of social commentary, such as people transferred to internment camps to pay their hospital bills, glance at you from between the lines, and the author’s correct use of various Germanic languages is impressive - too many authors make so many mistakes when using foreign languages in their work! I’m glad to see that Alex Grass has a whole body of work that waits to be discovered.

I’d like to thank the author for reaching out and Book Sirens for providing me a review copy. My opinions are my own.

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