[cross-posted in the horrorlit sub too]
I’m usually anti-ambiguous fiction as it often fails for me as a reader, unable to tread the line between too much or too little, either boring me with lack of details or failing to leave anything up for interpretation. But I just finished My Heart Struck Sorrow by John Hornor Jacobs after devouring it in one sitting and I adored it. What made it such a strong piece (besides the masterful prose itself) was how well-balanced its use of ambiguity was and now I’m wanting more at the same level of execution.
It may be relevant to mention that I wasn’t a fan of The Sea Dreams it is the Sky by the same author as it was too subtle and I found it kind of boring. I’ve never been a fan of Hawthorne either, though it has been a while since I read anything by him.
by elston-gunn41