The Red Death is my least favorite of all the Deaths. What with its sudden onset and its rictus of pain and its tendency to ANTHROPOMORPHIZE itself and wander through exclusive parties, slaying the nobility. That is…unsettling, if a bit hilarious.
Many of the short stories in this collection are a bit hilarious if you just wikipedize them. A guy KILLS another guy because the other guy’s EYE freaks him out, and then buries him under the floorboards and then when the cops come he loses his shit because THE HEART IS BEATING AT HIM! A guy goes to visit another guy whose sister is dying, and then she dies, and then in the middle of the night…HER CORPSE SHOWS UP AT THE DOOR!!! (A notable exception to this wtf-ery is ‘The Pit and the Pendulum’ which will actually make you cry and which I don’t want to talk about. Ever.)
But the plot is rarely, if ever, the point. And that each story is to a word completely incredulous is hardly the point (whatever the ghost of that cat you killed alerted the police to the location of your dead wife’s corpse I AM SO SURE), and that it occasionally makes NO SENSE is hardly the point. The point is that even if you know what is going to happen, you are filled with terror.
Also, short stories = short review! Red Death, over and out.
Ah yes, eight caterpillars, and that’s two so far for the R.I.P.