This one is even better.
Deacon James is a blues musician travelling across America in search of gigs. He also has something inside him that could be very dangerous indeed. He produces music that can change the world around him and not for the better, music that produces visions of empty and melting faces, gaping mouths and grasping tendrils rising from the pits of some hell dimension.
He's being followed by an apparent madman called Jim Persons- who we the reader will recognise as the narrator of Hammers and Bone.
Will Jim be able to help Deacon and maybe even save the world as we know it?
The way Khaw writes about his music is almost physical. I could almost hear the discordant melodies Deacon was playing. His visions were equally evocative and nightmarish.
I raced through this book in one day, partly because it's short, but mainly because Khaw's prose grabs you by the throat and rags you at breakneck pace through to the end of the story. This is almost a flawless novella. I am in the process of gathering all her back catalogue into my collection, and enjoying every minute of it. I might give Nothing but Blackened Teeth a reread to see if I enjoy it more now I'm more used to Khaw's writing style.
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