Number 87 - Starve Acre - Andrew Michael Hurley

 I finished this a few hours ago and it hasn't quite settled yet.  I'm not entirely sure it's going to.  I think that a picture of this book will be included in the dictionary next to the word unsettling from now on. 

I picked this up on the strength of that cover, with the verse around the pages as seen in the second picture.  On the top edge of the book the last line reads  “T’is part of his game To vary his name”  

The book follows Richard and Juliette Willoughby as they struggle to move on after the death of their five year old son Ewan. Whereas Richard has thrown himself fully into  his work to the point that they forced him to take administrative leave,  Juliette has taken the opposite path and retreated into herself.  She hasn't left the country home -the Starve Acre of the title - in months.  Richard has found projects to keep himself busy at home particularly the search for remnants of a legendary oak tree in the field across from the house.

This story is the definition of a slow burn.  Hurley takes his time drip feeding us information, dropping hints as to the nature of events at Starve Acre.  Juliette truly losing her mind or is something else at work? All may or may not be revealed.

Hurley's prose is immaculate and dispassionate.  He never asks us to feel sorry for the couple, he merely presents us with their behaviours and allows us to decide for ourselves. The atmosphere builds steadily. Events take a turn for the strange after Richard discovers the skeleton of a hare in the field. His absolute disconnect from reality is demonstrated by his reaction to those events.

The end of this book sent a genuine shiver down my spine.  For a horror aficionado like me, that's an achievement by the writer.  

As with any book, your mileage may vary but I found this to be a creepy and effective slice of folk horror. I recommend it highly.

This special edition with the writing on the page edges is available through Waterstones.  the regular edition is available from all good bookshops (and probably some bad ones).