Who doesn't secretly love to see children perishing in various horrific and occasionally impossible ways? Ever wished your brat cousin would swallow some tacks? (Or felt tempted to slip some in his milk?) How about an obsessive-compulsive desire to list the random murders you see in the news in alphabetical order?
Well, now you can have all that - and in lovely illustrations too. After all, delicate stomachs like mine can't handle the actual gore of death in photographic glory. But it does enjoy the same thing depicted in finely crafted ink.
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I'm just kidding. I don't feel the fancy to murder kids - except for a special few - and have certainly never slipped thumbtacks into someone's drink. (I only go as far as spiking the Christmas punch.) But whatever your tastes, The Gashlycrumb Tinies by Edward Gorey is a masterful piece of work.
Do read the whole thing if you have a few minutes. I've also included my favourite bits below.
In those skeletal sunken eyes is all the reason you will need to love this.
She actually covered quite a lot of ground there. At least it wasn't an easy surrender.
I don't know how the fuck you die from ennui. But the thought is faintly amusing.
If that dark frozen little figure does not give you awesome chills, you are dead inside.
Alone. Cornered. Robbed of all hope. A shitload of man-eating mice. And a load of shit in your pants.
By the way, may I recommend listening to Akira Yamaoka's Silent Hill soundtrack while you're reading the whole thing. Specifically, Claw Finger and Fear Of The Dark.
Enjoy.
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Fear the little children, for the most evil of men and women were children once too.
Serpent 13:13
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