A relentless portrait of a family on the brink of chaos, as they struggle to care for each other under the weight of fear.
Monsters is the story of a family falling apart as they struggle to care for each other under the weight of fear. Every evening, Annie and Paul Mayfield and their son Thomas sit together in the seething silence of their Brooklyn apartment, still haunted by the memory of the attack on the Twin Towers a year earlier. The nights are plagued by Thomas’s vivid nightmares, Annie’s unexplained sleepwalking, and Paul’s growing paranoia as he fears the deadly implications of their disquiet. At eight years old, Thomas is eerily serious, and precocious to the point of premature adulthood. He also lives in fear— of his parents’ unexplained behavior, the monsters he imagines are hiding everywhere and can take on any form, and the uncertain world he inhabits in his own room.
Peter Mountford, author of A Young Man's Guide to Late Capitalism and The Dismal Science, calls Monsters "haunting and beguiling." As frank and painful as a family dinner, it's a relentless portrait of three people on the brink of quiet chaos.
The first time it happened was in the spring. She’d woken up at the staircase, gripping the railing and staring down. She didn’t wake anyone, but Paul stirred when she climbed back into bed. She was cold and sweaty; her hands still felt the phantom curve of wood against her palms, pressing into her skin with an urgency she didn’t understand. “Mm?” he’d breathed, turning towards her.
Then she made a mistake.
She could have said nothing; why did she even decide that his noise was a question? He could have just been half-awake and happy to feel her there. But she was half-awake too, in a way she’d never felt before, one foot still deeply implanted in her dream life, the rest of her more aware of the tangible world around her than she’d ever been this late at night. But for whatever reason, it seemed imperative to interact with the living thing next to her, so, question or not, she’d answered, almost immediately.
“I think I just sleep-walked.” The silence beside her came alive; there was no doubt that Paul was wide awake. “I woke up at the railing.”
Remembering that moment now, it seemed so obvious to her what that thing was that she’d felt: it had been fear, beginning to work its way between them. Their room was silent enough that any movement echoed in the bed language of sheets and springs, but even though she heard nothing, she knew he’d moved away. The pressure of his arm, that tingly warmth that only happens when two skins just barely share a surface, was gone, just gone; he didn’t even leave a phantom, like the banister.
Wednesday, 28 February 2018
I know I've said it before.
I also know you already know this, because Unbound sent you an email.
But I wanted you to hear it from me.
Monsters is coming out on March 15th.
Thank you all again.
Interview with Janet Skeslien Charles!
Wednesday, 1 February 2017
I'm so excited to share my interview with Janet Skeslien Charles, my former writing teacher and one of the nicest people I've ever met. Please check out the interview on Janet's blog, here, and share it!
Monsters Raises Funds for the ACLU
Friday, 27 January 2017
It's been a tumultuous few months, and a strange time to be fundraising. People are trying to find ways to express themselves, to help others and take care of themselves, and artists are struggling to find a space for their voices and their work in this new landscape. To be honest, this fundraising effort has rarely been at the forefront of my mind since November.
That's why I felt compelled to…
These people are helping to fund Monsters.