Stone the Crow: A Review of Gordon B. White’s ROOKFIELD

Within Rookfield’s novella-length dimensions (Trepidatio Publishing, October, 2021), Gordon B. White achieves a narratively tight tale, while simultaneously managing to flex the story’s scope into something much more significant.  I was privileged to read this in galley form, and the story — from its vivid surface illustrations to its upsetting subtext — continues to haunt me. 

Clearly in touch with its scale, in terms of both tale and “the confines” of Rookfield itself, White swiftly establishes tension by sending his protagonist, Cabot Howard, in pursuit of his young son, Porter, who’s mother has made the unsanctioned call to escort the boy to the titular town.  I might mention, too, that these aforementioned confines are also beholden to the zeitgeisty component of a pandemic.  

Howard is a difficult character, making his presence in the ostensibly inhospitable Rookfield even more claustrophobic.  “A tornado wouldn’t be so bad,” Howard muses at one point, before “briefly entertaining the possibility of a whirlwind wiping him and the rest of the town completely away”; White proceeds:  “Only one lingering suspicion kept [Howard] from fully embracing the fancy, though:  If Rookfield was the real world, what worse Oz might a funnel cloud take him to?”

As Howard begins interacting with the town’s inhabitants, White initiates some Hitchcockian tension spooled with a Cohen Brothers’ brand of dark humor.  (An indelible cast of characters comes in White’s presentation of mysterious, “plague-doctor children.”  I’m particularly fond of one of these Pall Mall-packing children who receives some extenuated and entertaining stage time.)

Yet, despite Howard’s (sympathetic) pretensions, much of the action is saturated in his progressive scene-by-scene quest for his son, and how these set-pieces alter his initially inflexible character; and alteration, as it happens, possesses uncanny implications in the province of Rookfield.

With Rookfield, Gordon B. White cleverly corkscrews narrative threads, culminating in a compelling, claustrophobic nest of a novella, its final wings flaps remaining with me these many months later, seething with unsettling insinuation.

Talking In “The Dark”

Catch up with me and guest host, Gordon B. White (As Summer’s Mask Slips and Other Disruptions), for the latest episode of The Outer Dark (095), presented by This Is Horror. This installment is followed by a “bonus” archive episode from 2015, my original conversation with Scott Nicolay, “Clint Smith: A Care for Dark Cookery.”

In my mind, the hour-long discussion with Gordon simply screamed by, but I was able to touch on several substantive points and extend some major props to several extraordinary supportive colleagues. And a massive note of gratitude to Gordon B. White, The Outer Darks Anya Martin and Scott Nicolay, as well as the influential platform of This Is Horror for providing a such a venerable venue, to discuss (among other topics) my latest collection, The Skeleton Melodies (Hippocampus Press).