I want to press this book into the hands of every artist, writer, and seeker I know.
The action unfolds in hotel rooms and hallways, where the hum of the ice machine veers from reassuring to sinister.
Ghost-wise, I’m not sure where to go after Shirley Jackson. Any recommendations for novels that deal with hauntings would be much appreciated.
The novel’s crisis is simple; its implications are not.
In Yōko Ogawa’s fable, the residents of an unnamed island suffer the ritual disappearance of objects big and small. Flowers. Lemons. Perfume. Calendars.
This book harmonizes with our latest heatwaves to an unsettling degree.
Published in 1962, The Woman in the Dunes is a nightmare pegged to a single image: a man trapped in a sandpit, doomed to shovel alongside a mysterious woman.
