He then clears the hurdle and jumps the shark all at once by letting us know that these are not just any Nazi leprechauns. The other characters come to stay and then stand around in dark rooms after dinner exploring the nooks and crannies of their souls with long internal monologues.Īfter every nook has been explored at least twice, and each cranny three times, Christopher takes pity and introduces us to the Gestapochauns: a gang of miniature people living in the castle and battling rats with their tiny bullwhips. Despite the Nazi Leprechauns on the cover (Gestapochauns? LepreNazis?), this is a book of quiet horror in which Christopher slowly draws his tapestry of flawed characters into a situation that starts out as merely uncanny and then gradually darkens into pure terror.
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