A visit to the october country — 2024
He is waiting.
Sitting in the station, on one of those long wooden benches, he is waiting—but his mind isn’t on the task at hand. In a sense, he isn’t really waiting so much as he is thinking about or doing a hundred other things to fill every possible second while he ‘waits’ and gods it is all so exhausting, isn’t it? To fill every tick of the clock with a thought or an action, to be too-present in your own mind.
He wants to be impressive, he wants to be assured of his usefulness, and mostly he just wants to leave it all behind. Ticket in his pocket, he’d rather leap onto the back of the train and pretend that none of it was planned, that he is escaping and that to escape would feel good.
This isn’t to say that he doesn’t want his life and the things happening in it. It’s an exciting time, hope continues to linger in the air in more than the turning of the leaves, and yet…
He looks up at the old split-flap departures board, waiting for the rolling rattle of information. But the sign does not move.
Some years it is harder, he thinks, to pierce the veil. Imagination is all well and good, embracing your personal joy and all that—but what about work? Family and work and bills and weddings and concerts and parties and friends and the garden and love and dinner and the endless return of laundry and all those words he’s meant to be writing and the things he wants to do and the places he is meant to see and the wants that he has!
He closes his eyes and takes a breath.
Rustle-rattle, rustle-rattle.
The board is turning over, a letter at a time, wiping clean and renewing itself and he sees the track number appear, sees BOARDING roll to a stop, and he gathers his things. Some years are the rush and roil, others are the rest and relaxation. Maybe this one is the former now, maybe it will end that way too, but who can say? Time only rolls forward, like the train soon will, bearing him on into the October Country. He finds his seat and pulls a book from his bag…
The 2024 October Country Reading List
Coup de Grâce by Sofia Ajram
The Thief of Always by Clive Barker
The Forgery by Ave Barrera, tr. by Ellen Jones & Robin Myers
Not a Speck of Light by Laird Barron
TRVE CVLT by Michael Bettendorf
The Exorcist by William Peter Blatty
Victorian Psycho by Virginia Feito
Revelator by Daryl Gregory
The Black Lord by Colin Hinckley
Starve Acre by Andrew Michael Hurley
The Eyes are the Best Part by Monika Kim
Hampton Heights by Dan Kois
House of Windows by John Langan
Schrader’s Chord by Scott Leeds
The Cthulhu Casebooks of Sherlock Holmes (various) by James Lovegrove
Woodworm by Layla Martínez, tr. by Sophie Hughes and Annie McDermott
The Butcher of the Forest by Premee Mohammed
Death of the Author by Nnedi Okorafor
Suburban Death Project by Aimee Parkison
Haunt Sweet Home by Sarah Pinsker
Pedro Paramo by Juan Rulfo, tr. by Douglas J. Weatherford
Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil by V.E. Schwab
A Questionable Shape by Bennett Sims
Model Home by Rivers Solomon
My Death by Lisa Tuttle
The City in Glass by Nghi Vo
The Echoes by Evie Wyld
The Psychographist by Carson Winter