From the creators of the wildly popular Welcome to Night Vale podcast comes an imaginative mystery of appearances and disappearances that is also a poignant look at the ways in which we all struggle to find ourselves...no matter where we live.
"Hypnotic and darkly funny. . . . Belongs to a particular strain of American gothic that encompasses The Twilight Zone, Stephen King and Twin Peaks, with a bit of Tremors thrown in."--The Guardian
Located in a nameless desert somewhere in the great American Southwest, Night Vale is a small town where ghosts, angels, aliens, and government conspiracies are all commonplace parts of everyday life. It is here that the lives of two women, with two mysteries, will converge.
Nineteen-year-old Night Vale pawn shop owner Jackie Fierro is given a paper marked "KING CITY" by a mysterious man in a tan jacket holding a deer skin suitcase. Everything about him and his paper unsettles her, especially the fact that she can't seem to get the paper to leave her hand, and that no one who meets this man can remember anything about him. Jackie is determined to uncover the mystery of King City and the man in the tan jacket before she herself unravels.
Night Vale PTA treasurer Diane Crayton's son, Josh, is moody and also a shape shifter. And lately Diane's started to see her son's father everywhere she goes, looking the same as the day he left years earlier, when they were both teenagers. Josh, looking different every time Diane sees him, shows a stronger and stronger interest in his estranged father, leading to a disaster Diane can see coming, even as she is helpless to prevent it.
Diane's search to reconnect with her son and Jackie's search for her former routine life collide as they find themselves coming back to two words: "KING CITY". It is King City that holds the key to both of their mysteries, and their futures...if they can ever find it.
Fink and Cranor, co-creators of the popular Welcome to Night Vale podcast, successfully expand the mythology of their strange desert town. The novel follows Diane Crayton, whose shapeshifting son's absentee father has just come back to town, and Jackie Fierro, who's been the 19-year-old proprietor of Night Vale's pawnshop for the last several decades. After peculiar, half-remembered encounters with a man in a tan jacket, both women keep coming back to the same phrase: King City. Diane and Jackie have to work together to peel back the mysteries surrounding King City while trying to protect their loved ones. Though the book meanders a bit in the middle, the end is satisfying, with a surprising origin story for one of the characters. Fans will find it refreshing to see Night Vale from different perspectives and to meet characters who have only been mentioned before in passing, but knowledge of the podcast isn't required to follow the story. This unusual experiment in format-shifting works surprisingly well.
I don't even have to read it and I know it'll be good. Just as long as they talk about Carlos's perfect hair.
We all know this book will be perfect. So I am giving it a preemptive 5 stars.
All hail the glow cloud
As I was passing through the ninth realm of agony, I came across this peculiar mortal tome. I scoffed at it’s insignificance, ready to incinerate the very memory of its existence, and yet something gave me pause. Maybe it was the supple brown cover made of human hide, the embossed title “Welcome to Night Vale” spelled out using bits of teeth and bone, or perhaps it was the inky yellow substance which dripped from between the pages. Whatever it was, I closed my gaping, fiery maw and used my eight tentacle or flip from page to page. I am astounded by the quality of delicious terror it instilled in me, and how deeply inspired I am to return to the time of my youth where I would devour entire civilizations. Oh, to hear the dulcet screams of mortal peril once more! Thank you, Joseph Fink, Jeffery Cranor. You have given me fuel for a new era of bloody rampage, a veritable eternity of hellfire and hangnails to inflict upon the lower dimensions! AND ONCE I AM DRUNK ON THE BLOOD OF LAMB-PEOPLE I SHALL COME FOR YOU, NIGHT VALE. ALL WILL BOW BEFORE ME AND GLORIFY MY UNDEFINABLE YET FINABLE BEAUTY. COWER AND QUAKE, JOSEPH FINK, JEFFERY CRANOR, FOR YE SHALL KNOW TRUE DESPAIR BENEATH THE SEARING TOUCH OF MY IRON TENTACLES.
Also omg Carlos sounds so hot. Not bragging, but scientists are kind of my thing. I cannot wait to flay him with my telekinetic mind powers, and then un-flay him and re-flay him over and over and over again until he is completely devoid of feeling and consciousness. I WILL SHATTER HIS MORTAL MIND AND MAKE HIM MINE. HE SHALL LOVE ME, FOR THERE WILL BE NO OTHER CHOICE. I’ve, like, always wanted to try that out.
Thanks guys, you’ve given me long, long life newfound purpose. xoxorolfttyl