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The new voice in Amanda's head, the one that tells her to steal things and talk to strange men in bars, is strange and frightening, and Amanda struggles to wrest back control of her life. A book on demon possession suggests that the figure on the shore could be the demon Naamah, known to scholars of the Kabbalah as the second wife of Adam, who stole into his dreams and tricked him into fathering her child. Whatever the case, as the violence of her erratic behavior increases, Amanda knows that she must act to put her life right, or see it destroyed.
- Print length176 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherSoho Press
- Publication dateMay 31, 2011
- Dimensions4.97 x 0.48 x 7.97 inches
- ISBN-101616951001
- ISBN-13978-1616951009
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"Sara Gran's Come Closer will have you questioning Amanda's reality and mind along with your own, and it will scare the pants off you. It is a perfect horror novel."
—Paul Tremblay, author of The Cabin at the End of the World
“What begins as a sly fable about frustrated desire evolves into a genuinely scary novel about possession and insanity. Hypnotic, disturbing, and written with such unerring confidence you believe every word, Come Closer is one of the most precise and graceful pieces of fiction I've read in a long time.”
—Bret Easton Ellis
"Stunning."
―Los Angeles Review of Books
"A dark, seductive cocktail of a thriller, with a splash of black humour and a twist of horror. Come Closer combines the taut suspense of Patricia Highsmith and the acerbic, surreal wit of Ottessa Moshfegh."
—Francine Toon, author of Pine
"To me, Sara Gran did for Demonic possession what Henry James did for the Ghost story when she wrote Come Closer. I don’t know of a better novel that deals with the subject, making it not just a classic but THE contemporary classic of the genre."
—David Slade, director of Hannibal and Thirty Days of Night
“I read Come Closer on the train, in a snowstorm, on a cold December night. It was the right atmosphere for this perfectly noirish tale of madness and love. Author Sara Gran writes with scalpel-like clarity, expertly blending tones to create a new kind of psychological thriller. I loved this book. Days after finishing it, it has not left my mind.”
—George Pelecanos, author of Right as Rain
“‘What we think is impossible happens all the time.’ So claims the beguiling narrator of Come Closer, and after reading this spare and menacing tale, the reader has to agree. Sara Gran has created a sly, satisfying (fast!) novel of one young woman possessed not only by a demon but also by her own secret desires.”
—Stewart O’Nan, author of Ocean State
"I could not stop until I reached the very last line."
—Sarah Weinman, author of The Real Lolita
"Deeply creepy."
—The Irish Times (A Book of the Year)
"I have been haunted by Come Closer since it first came out more than 15 years ago, and often recommend it to horror fans, so it is great to see it back in print. A short, wickedly sharp tale, elegantly constructed and genuinely disturbing, this take on demonic possession as experienced by a young, happily married, successful female architect in New York still feels contemporary and relevant today. But beware: it is truly nightmarish, and could take up residence in your head."
—The Guardian
"Harpies, doppelgangers, possessive spirits: once confined to horror writing, these supernatural entities prowl the pages of literary fiction with increasing confidence. In the past couple of years, novelists such as Daisy Johnson, Megan Hunter and Helen Phillips have harnessed them to probe female passions and frustrations, but Sara Gran beat them to it in 2003. Newly reissued, her lean, seductively mean novel Come Closer [is] magentically disturbing."
―The Observer
“Ideal for an evening’s reading, with a kick that will stay with the reader for days afterward.”
—Dallas Morning News
"Short, sharp and deliciously, remorselessly nasty; I read it in one compulsive gulp while trying to ignore the slow chills creeping up and down my spine."
—Lucy Caldwell, author of These Days
“Sara Gran has written an intelligent horror story, a literary creepshow that works its magic subtly and well. It’s a marvel of restraint and taste, and still it worms its way under your skin and stays there.”
—Darin Strauss, author of Half a Life
“Sara Gran’s Come Closer ought to carry a warning to readers. It’s impossible to begin this intense, clever, beautifully written novel without turning every page. A wonderful accomplishment.”
—Margot Livesey, author of The Boy in the Field
“Come Closer is sharp and strange and, best of all, at the moment of truth it doesn’t flinch from its own mad logic.”
—Sam Lipsyte, author of No One Left to Come Looking for You
"Come Closer is riveting, alarming, and deceptively complex. Sara Gran will make you terrified of the little voice lurking inside your own mind that sometimes says, Go ahead, do it."
—Madeline Stevens, author of Devotion
“The Yellow Wallpaper meets Rosemary’s Baby in a slim, wonderfully eerie novel.”
—Kirkus Reviews
"Polished and unsettling."
—The Cleveland Plain Dealer
“It gave us the creeps.”
—Arizona Republic
"About as twisted as they come."
—CrimeReads
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IN JANUARY I HAD A proposal due to my boss, Leon Fields, on a new project. We were renovating a clothing store in a strip mall outside the city. Nothing tremendous. I finished the proposal on a Friday morning and dropped it on his desk with a cheerful little note—“Let me know what you think!”—while he was in a meeting with a new client in the conference room. Later that morning Leon threw open his office door with
a bang.
“Amanda!” he called. “Come in here.”
I rushed to his office. He picked up a handful of papers off his desk and stared at me, his flabby face white with anger.
“What the hell is this?”
“I don’t know.” It looked like my proposal—same heading, same format. My hands shook. I couldn’t imagine what was wrong. Leon handed me the papers and I read the first line: Leon Fields is a cocksucking faggot.
“What is this?” I asked Leon.
He stared at me. “You tell me. You just dropped it on my desk.”
My head spun. “What are you talking about? I put the proposal on your desk, not this, the proposal for the new job.”
I sifted through the papers on his desk for the proposal I had dropped off. “What is this, a joke?”
“Amanda,” he said. “Three people said they saw you go to the printer, print this out, and bring it to my desk.”
I felt like I had stepped into a bad dream. There was no logic, no reason anymore.
“Wait,” I said to Leon. I ran back to my desk, printed out the proposal, checked it, and brought it back to Leon’s office. He had calmed down a little and was sitting in his big leather chair.
I handed it to him. “This is it. This is exactly what I put on your desk this morning.”
He looked over the papers and then looked back up at me. “Then where did that come from?” He looked back at the fake proposal on the desk.
“How would I know?” I said. “Let me see it again.”
I read the second line: Leon Fields eats shit and likes it.
“Disgusting,” I said. “I don’t know. Someone playing a trick on you, I guess. Someone thinks it’s funny.”
“Or playing a trick on you,” he said. “Someone replaced your proposal with this. I’m sorry, I thought—” he looked around the office, embarrassed. In the three years I had
worked for him I had never heard Leon Fields apologize to anyone, ever.
“It’s okay,” I told him. “What were you supposed to think?”
We looked at each other.
“I’ll look over the proposal,” he said. “I’ll get back to you soon.”
I left his office and went back to my own desk. I hadn’t written the fake proposal, but I wished I knew who did. Because it was true; Leon Fields was a cocksucking faggot, and he did eat shit, and I had always suspected that he liked it very much.
2
THAT EVENING I WAS telling my husband, Ed, about the little mystery at work when we heard the tapping for the first time. We were sitting at the dinner table, just finishing a meal of take-out Vietnamese.
Tap-tap.
We looked at each other.
“Did you hear that?”
“I think so.”
Again: tap-tap. It came in twos or fours, never just one—tap-tap—and the sound had a drag on it, almost a scratching behind it, like claws on a wood floor.
First Ed stood up, then me. At first, the sound seemed to be coming from the kitchen.
So we walked to the kitchen and bent down to listen under the base of the refrigerator and look under the stove, but then it seemed to be coming from the bathroom. In the bathroom we checked under the sink and behind the shower curtain, and then we determined it was coming from the bedroom. So we walked to the bedroom, and then to the living room, and then back to the kitchen again. After we toured the apartment we gave up. It was the pipes, we decided, something to do with the water flow or the heating system. Or maybe a mouse, running around and around the apartment inside the walls. Ed was revolted by the idea but I thought it was kind of cute, a little mouse with the spunk to make it up four stories and live on our few crumbs. We both forgot about the story I had been telling, and I never told Ed about the practical joke at work.
***
THE TAPPING went on for the rest of the winter. Not all the time, but for a few minutes every second or third night. Then at the end of the month I went to a conference on the West Coast for two days, and Ed noticed that he didn’t hear it at all while I was gone. A few weeks later Ed went to a distant cousin’s wedding up north for three days. The tapping went on all night, every night, while he was gone. I searched the apartment again, chasing the sound around and around. I examined the pipes, checked every faucet for drips, turned the heat on and off, and still the tapping continued. I cleaned the floors of any crumbs a rodent could eat, I even bought a carton of unpleasant little spring traps, and the sound was still there. I turned up the television, ran the dishwasher, spent hours on the phone with old, loud friends, and still I heard it.
Tap-tap.
I was starting to think this mouse wasn’t so cute anymore.
3
THE NOISE WASN’T SO unusual, really; our building was close to a hundred years old and one expected that kind of noise. It had been built as an aspirin factory when the city still had an industrial base. After the industry moved out, one developer after another had tried to do something with the neighborhood, full of abandoned factories and warehouses like ours, but the schemes never took off. It was too far from the city, too desolate, too cold at night. As far as I was concerned it was better that the development hadn’t gone as planned. Our building was still only half full. I liked the peace and quiet.
The first time we saw the loft I was absolutely sure it was the home for us. Ed needed a little convincing.
“Think of the quiet!” I told Ed. “No neighbors!”
Conduits were in place for lighting and plumbing but they had never been utilized. We would have to do major renovation.
“Think of the possibilities!” I cried. “We can build it from scratch!”
Six white columns held up the place. Heat was provided by an industrial blower hung from the ceiling. “It has character,” I told Ed. “It has a personality!”
He relented, and we got the place at half of what we would have paid elsewhere. We spent the extra money on renovation. Ed gave me free rein to do as I pleased. I was an architect and now I could be my own dream client. I designed every detail myself, from the off-white color of the walls to the porcelain faucets on the kitchen sink to the installation of the fireplace along the south wall, which cost a fortune, but was worth the money.
The neighborhood, though, was sometimes difficult. No supermarkets, no restaurants, a few small grocery stores that specialized in beer and cigarettes. The edge of the closest commercial district for shopping was ten blocks away, and the nearest residential area was on the other side of that. But we adjusted quickly. We had a car to take us wherever we wanted on nights and weekends, and during the week we usually took the train to work. Our other concern when we first moved in was the crime, but soon enough we found out there was none. It was too desolate even for criminals. I did, however, come to be scared of the stray dogs that patrolled the neighborhood. The dogs kept their distance and I kept mine but I always felt it was an uneasy truce. I didn’t trust the animals to keep their side of the bargain. Walking home from the train I would spot one lurking in a doorway or on a street corner, eyeing me with suspicion. I was sure I would have preferred a mugger, who at least would only want my money—I didn’t know what these dogs wanted when they looked at me with their bloodshot eyes.
That fall I found out when a German shepherd mix followed me home from the train station one night. I thought running would only provoke him, so I continued to walk at a regular pace, faking nonchalance. The German shepherd trailed behind at an equally steady pace, also faking nonchalance. At the entrance to my building, a steel door up two wide steps, I put my key in the lock and thought I was home free—the dog stayed on the street. And then in one great leap he jumped up the two steps and attacked. With his front paws, as strong as human hands, he pushed me against the wall, ignoring my horrified screams, licked me right on my mouth and tried to seduce me. When I finally convinced him I wasn’t interested, he sat down by my feet, panting with a big smile. I spent a few minutes scratching behind his ears and then sneaked through the door.
I would have forgotten about him except that the next day he was waiting for me at the train station again, and the day after that. Walking home with him became a routine. He knew a few simple commands (“sit,” “stay,” “no”) and I was convinced he had started off life as somebody’s pet. I even went to a pet store and bought a bag of nutritionally balanced dog biscuits for him. On our walks home from the train I used the biscuits to teach him a few more commands—walk, lie down, stop-trying-to-fuck me (which we abbreviated as Stop). I hoped that if I got him into more civilized condition I could find a home for him. I would have liked to take him in myself but Edward was allergic; dogs, cats, hamsters, strawberries, angora, and certain types of mushrooms were all hazardous materials, to be kept out of the apartment and handled with care.
But I was glad to have at least one friend in the neighborhood. And over the next few months it was my new friend, a nameless flea-ridden mutt, rather than Ed, who would be the first to see that I was not entirely myself.
***
NOT THAT Ed wasn’t attentive, not that he didn’t notice what was going on in my life. He just wasn’t able to put the pieces together as quickly as the dog. Ed was my hero, my savior. Ed was the man who had imposed order on my my chaotic life. When I was single, I’d eaten cereal for dinner and ice cream for lunch. I’d kept my tax records in a shopping bag in the closet. I’d spent Saturdays in a hungover fog, watching hours of old black-and-white movies. With Ed I spent Saturdays outdoors, doing the things I had always imagined I should do: flea markets, lunches, museums. He did our taxes, with itemized deductions, every January, and filed the records away in a real file cabinet. Here was a man who could finish any crossword puzzle, open any bottle, reach the top shelf at the grocery store without strain. Here was stability, here was something I could rely on, my rock, day in and day out. Someone who loved me, who would never leave me alone. You can’t blame this sophisticated, civilized man for not having the same instincts as a wild dog.
Product details
- Publisher : Soho Press (May 31, 2011)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 176 pages
- ISBN-10 : 1616951001
- ISBN-13 : 978-1616951009
- Item Weight : 6 ounces
- Dimensions : 4.97 x 0.48 x 7.97 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #593,831 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
- #11,002 in Psychological Thrillers (Books)
- #29,704 in Literary Fiction (Books)
- #33,658 in American Literature (Books)
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Sara Gran is the author of The Book of The Most Precious Substance. Previous work includes Saturn's Return to New York, Come Closer, Dope, Marigold, and the Claire DeWitt series. She is the founder of small press Dreamland Books and writes for television and film.
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Gran's prose is both beautiful and unsettling. She paints a vivid picture of Amanda's deteriorating mental state, her growing paranoia, and the insidious influence of the entity that seems to be tormenting her. The narrative is masterfully unreliable, leaving you questioning what's real and what's a horrific manifestation of Amanda's unraveling mind.
Things I loved:
The descent into possession: Gran masterfully portrays Amanda's possession as a surreal experience, akin to tumbling down a rabbit hole into Wonderland or a waking nightmare. The narrative perfectly captures the disorienting and terrifying nature of losing control.
The fast-paced format: The story unfolds in quick, diary-like chapters that are short and suspenseful, making it a real page-turner. You'll find yourself racing through the chapters, desperate to know what happens to Amanda next.
Writing style comparisons: Gran's writing style is reminiscent of Charlotte Perkins Gilman's 'The Yellow Wallpaper,' with its slow, steady depiction of a character's decline. However, in 'Come Closer,' the emphasis is on possession by a demonic entity rather than a descent into madness.
A fast read: The novella's format makes it a perfect choice for busy readers or those who enjoy a quick and chilling story. I devoured the book in under 3 hours, and it left a lasting impression.
I read the book's epilogue and I want to commend the author for addressing questions received about the book. Most definitely this book is teaching valuable lessons in addition to entertaining the reader. I can say, a few days after reading it in one sitting, I was in church. I highly recommend this book to people outside of the horror genre too; it is thought-provoking, albeit a bit scary. I think I was more scared for myself and my own soul after reading. It will stay with me a long time, that is for certain.
Here, we get a story told from the perspective of the individual being possessed. The book is written in the first person and describes what demonic possession feels like from the inside out. It's a unique perspective on the subgenre and offers a lot of opportunity for character study. And perhaps the most important thing is that it's different enough from all the other demon possession stories that the reader never quite knows what to expect, so it manages to keep tension relatively high throughout.
However, I think it suffers a bit in its brevity. While the format offers a lot of opportunity for character development, and the main character is certainly a relatable one, the book's short length means we only see fragments of her life, and I think it could have been strengthened had it taken the time to really let us get to know not only the main character but all the other characters whose lives her transformation will affect. That could have really amplified the horror for me.
Along similar lines, there are really only a few scenes in the book that truly capture the horror of the character's situation. Some of her actions are described in such a matter of fact sort of way that the reader loses some of the horror of the moment. But that's not to say the book is poorly written. Far from it. Rather, the terse descriptions seem to be an intentional attempt to convey that the demonic possession has dulled the main character's sense of horror even as she retains her consciousness. It's effective in that regard, just as the entire book is well-written enough to keep the reader engaged and intrigued throughout, but it does ultimately undercut some of the horror.
At the end of the day, I'm not going to say it's a new favorite book, but I do highly recommend it, particularly if you're a fan of demonic possession stories and you want something that offers a refreshingly unique take on the genre.
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I had no expectations of being scared or creeped out or getting a big payoff, as other reviewers seem to have had. What sucked me in and won me over from the 1st few pages is Gran's style here. Tight, minimalistic, bold, and action-focused. I just knew I was in very capable and compelling hands.
This was a breeze and a pleasure to read. One of my favourite's in a long time. If you're simply looking for an absorbing, ominous nighttime page-turner, I think you've found a fantastic option.
Demonic possession aside, it really illustrates the descent of a woman that's losing herself.