The Girlfriend Game
The Girlfriend Game
by Nick Antosca
Word Riot Press, June 2013
174 pages / $15.95 Buy from Word Riot or Amazon
“Every time we play the game, it brings us a little closer together.” So declares the title story of Nick Antosca’s poignant and feral new collection.
It’s not incidental that the book takes its title from this story. Grittier and less gothically stylized than Midnight Picnic (though quasi-supernatural dogs are no less present), the twelve stories collected here are about human closeness – the lack of it, the search for it, and the fear of it when it comes. They open with the premise of men and women drawing one another in, and play out the game that follows until some grim resolution brings that round to an end, sometimes sparing the players and sometimes not.
There are ample rat beasts, humanoid amphibians, alien landings, and panic-inducing weather patterns crowding the sky, but what’s scariest here are the ways in which, as a professor forlornly sleeping with her student puts it, “there was no escaping it, the violent strangeness of people.” Unlike in more common horror writing, where the monstrous crawls in unbidden from the basement or from another dimension, the people in Antosca’s stories call it up in one another, and access it via others in themselves.
In many of these stories, which tend to center on depressive twentysomethings in nondescript Brooklyn-based situations, people pursue one other across spiritual and geographical distances, often out of the city and into the woods. The woods, as in Midnight Picnic, are at once a sanctum of simplicity and innocence, and an arena for unleashing extreme and unpunished violence. Their sparseness of population seems to offer relief from the city’s human weight, but, as a setting for a certain kind of showdown, they serve an opposite purpose: they draw the pursuer and the pursued closer together by purging all witnesses and middlemen.
Weirdly, the violence this enables becomes a form of innocence. Beneath all the Facebook and iPhone surface noise, The Girlfriend Game fleshes out a primitive vision of society where dismemberment with knives and meathooks is a valid and even productive mode of interaction. It’s maybe the only way to play the game without tricking the other person. As one woods-bound narrator puts it, “I began to understand that only one thing might bring me peace – not fantasies of murder, but murder. I started planning.”
There are no misfires, but my four favorite stories are “Mammals,” the most purely horrific, “Winter Was Hard,” the baddest-ass, “Migrations,” the saddest and most enigmatic, and “Carnal Quartet,” which nails the vibe of darkening post-coital rooms where a hint of dread – maybe just passing time, maybe something demonic and amiss – creeps in to divide the dozing lovers, while at the same time enveloping them both.
August 9th, 2013 / 11:00 am
The rad novel Fires, by Nick Antosca, has just been rereleased by Civil Coping Mechanisms. It’s also packed with a few short stories, including a short story that is actually uncomfortably sexy: The Girlfriend Game.
Nick Antosca on reading Lolita at 12. What was the first book that you felt dirty reading? I’d say mine was either A Confederacy of Dunces around the same age, or maybe The Godfather. Hard question for me because I was watching stuff like Terminator & Skinemax from about 5 on. You?
Spooky kudos to Nick Antosca, whose book Midnight Picnic is a finalist for a 2009 Shirley Jackson Award in the Novella category. If you’re wondering how to deliver your own congratulations, Nick likes swimming and Cuban sandwiches. Good work, Nick!
Word Spaces (16): Nick Antosca
Hi everyone. Here’s Nick Antosca‘s apartment and a few paragraphs describing where he writes. He wrote Midnight Picnic in this apartment. Thank you, Nick Antosca, for taking the time to do this post.
I write in my bedroom. I have a large bedroom for New York, so I can fit a small couch in it. (My bedroom used to be half the living room, but we chopped it up when we moved in. Three people live in what was originally a one bedroom apartment.) My bed is in one corner and diagonally across from it is the black leather couch I sit on when I write (on my laptop). This is really not ergonomic, but when I used to write at a desk, with ergonomic pads in an ergonomic chair, my wrists and back hurt a lot. They don’t hurt now; I don’t know what that’s about, but that’s the way it is.
September 10th, 2009 / 4:40 pm
Winners of the Nick Antosca ‘Midnight Picnic’ Contest
Here are the winners of Nick Antosca’s Midnight Picnic Contest, as chosen by the author:
Ben Spivey (points for picture) (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v719/truettdietz/MScontest.jpg)
Ken Baumann (chill of truth) (http://htmlgiant.com/?p=1936#comment-3436)
pr ( http://htmlgiant.com/?p=1936#comment-3470 )
barry ( http://htmlgiant.com/?p=1936#comment-3447 )
jereme ( http://htmlgiant.com/?p=1936#comment-3481 )
crispin ( http://htmlgiant.com/?p=1936#comment-3701 )
Honorable mentions winners can email me (email@example.com) their mailing address and whether they would like to receive a copy of FIRES or a randomly selected book off my bookshelf. (I will not be offended if they choose the randomly selected book. I will politely assume they already have FIRES.)
Thanks to all who participated, may they die peacefully in their sleep.
All else, you can pick up your copy from Word Riot Press, and really should: it’s a wild book.
Now, to counteract the psychic violence of the photo that accompanied the original contest post, here is a ‘compromise’ video accompaniment: cute meets curdled. It’s as far as I’m willing to go.
December 8th, 2008 / 8:28 pm