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Dreams from the Stranger's Cafe
Dreams from the Stranger's Cafe
# 4, edited by John Gaunt, 15 Clifton Grove, Clifton, Rotherham, South Yorkshire, England S65-2AZ.
The Stranger's Cafe does serve up some perfect specialties. Stuart J. Hughes has whipped up a smooth and offbeat tale in "The Sin-Eater." The sin-eater, an aging character and perhaps a twisted version of Falstaff, gets to sin--drink, smoke, overeat--without societal restrictions. He carries a "presence around him like a shroud," and the townsfolk both fear and revere him for his job. His job is to absorb the sins of others so that they can go to heaven--and it's a career with perquisites.
"Being the town's sin-eater does have some privileges," the sin-eater said. "I can get everythin' I want without charge. Anything I like, see, except women, of course." Yet the position also presents occupational hazards. For one, the sin-eater looks like Hell, the physical manifestation of evil. Worse, with a soul that has sponged up a lot of sins through the years, where will this guy go in the end? The sin-eater discusses this dilemma and his life with Bregans, a socially suppressed youngster, who must secure some sin-eating services for his dying father. Their journey to the deathbed is intermittently stalled because the sin-eater is, of course, diverted by temptations, but in the end, we do get to witness the sin-eater's odd bedside manner.
D. Ceder's "Learning," another striking story, is based on a psychological quest and recalls the Romantic Poets' theme of seeing and losing an ideal vision. The protaganist experiences the ideal woman in a dream, then vestiges of her in a hallucination, and even insinuations of her in a page from a fax machine. The winding sentences and reverberating images of tears and mirrors render the writing ethereal. The story dramatically relates a man's sense of desperation about his passionless marriage where his wife is the "slumbering shape [that] stirs and turns away from him."
Here's a neat treat: "All in the Mind," by David R. Allen. This suspenseful and clever tale involves a plot to ambush and murder Annabel, who is "a waste of space" in a setting that only becomes clear to us in the conclusion. What makes this story truly bizarre is that its language and simplicity recall a nursery rhyme. With its message of destruction and its "Not I. Nor I" litanies, the tale becomes a perverse rendition of the "Little red Hen." This one unravels quickly to an appealing finale that will take a few readers--if not Annabel--by ambush.
A few stories got too spicy or gritty for my particular taste. Nevertheless, amid sophisticated and unobtrusive graphics, I found some fabulous, well-crafted creations. My compliments to the Editor, John Gaunt.
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