Like her friends in upstate Kamensic, Charlotte "Lit" Moylan is a child of privilege. Blessed with famous parents, Lit is ready to enjoy one last wild fling before college and adulthood. She is far from alone. In fact, the whole town is ready to party, for legendary film director Alex Kern, Lit's godfather, is coming back to reopen his fabulous mansion, Bolerium. He's throwing the Halloween party of the decade.of the century, and everyone is invited -- especially the beautiful Lit and her best friends.
But other, more disturbing guests are arriving daily, seen at the edges of the forest, at the margins of the night. Unknown to Lit and the others, Kern's connections extend far beyond Hollywood, beyond even the modern age, deep into dark and mystical realms.and in Bolerium's echoing halls a fearsome confrontation is gathering: a fierce battle between ancient powers and the immortals sworn to stop them no matter what the sacrifice. Even Youth. And certainly Innocence.
In this haunting story of a young woman trembling on the brink of adulthood, Elizabeth Hand captures, as no writer has since J. D. Salinger, the stark terror and ineffable promise of youth's first sunset, and final dawn.
The winner of both the Nebula and the World Fantasy awards, Elizabeth Hand is the author of Winterlog, Waking the Moon, and most recently, Glimmering.
|Edition description:||1st U.S. Edition|
|Product dimensions:||6.49(w) x 9.59(h) x 1.18(d)|
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In a nutshell, if you like atmospheric, evocative explorations into the human condition, in a time and place not too long ago, this is the book for you. Elizabeth Hand takes us on a journey to Kamensic, Maine, where life is idyllic at best. A town full of actors, actresses, artisans, and musicians. We are introduced to Kamensic circa 1970 where we meet young Charlotte "Lit" Moylan at a party in a mansion called Bolerium. It is a fantastic place of sights and smells, of party revelers, of debauchery hinted at but not quite seen. In the middle of this is one Axel Kern, friend of the Moylan family, godfather to Lit. He's a filmmaker and a madman...and something more. As time goes on and Lit grows to teenage-hood, her godfather has returned to Kamensic to begin a new film project, and to open Bolerium up once again, and throw a party to end all of his previous efforts. Lit is caught up in a series of encounters that boggle the mind - there were times I started to wonder if Hand had dropped acid as she was writing as her set pieces became more and more fantastic. There are mysterious orders, the Benandanti and the Malandanti, both hinted at tantalizingly; one can't help but want to know more about them and how they play into the melange Hand so skillfully creates. What is Lit's place in all of this? That is where the mystery so beautifully lies. Is there anything really horrific about Black Light? At times, yes. At it's heart, it's a coming of age story about a young woman presented with a future that has been predestined for her...or has it? I've read other novels by Hand and am never disappointed at the way she weaves words together. Allow me to cite this paragraph: Everything gleamed with a primal intensity: the crimson and indigo of the carpet so saturated they looked wet, the gold letters on the spines of books sparkling like flame. Decanters on a small round table glowed as if they held paint rather than liqueurs - emerald green, blood-red, sunflower yellow. A daybed was heaped with tapestried pillows and there was a small cast-iron woodstove set into one wall, its isinglass window glowing beneath one of several beautifully carved plaques inscribed with Latin phrases... Black Light is a voyage into the dark fantastic, some of the finer dark fantasy writing available today. Try Elizabeth Hand. You won't be disappointed.
A great story that will keep you intersted until the very end. Ms. Hand is a great writer who is able to create fantastic stories which keep you on the edge of your seat. When you get to the last page you'll be so disapointed that there isn't more to read. I gcouldn't put it down.