A review by hangsawoman
Blackwood by Hannah Eaton

Been mulling this over but wanted to write a review - kind of a hard book to sum up though. It swings back and forth through time, and you marvel in the grotesquerie of the images, the faces contorted. A dog with human teeth. Men naked around a fire. A boy behind a fence. That last one is the one that really got to me... it just hits out of nowhere. And it’s what the book is really about, more than ritual or murder. It’s about how you end up behind a fence, you know?

If - like me - folk horror such as The Wicker Man interests you then definitely seek this out. It does what I wish more British folk horror would do and gets into the gritty nastiness of this land and the politics of it. It’s quite a gutsy book really in just how deep it gets down there in the mud.