The Museum of Atheism
On Christmas night, a small girl is crowned at a pageant, before stumbling into the snowy darkness, alone, to meet her greatest fan. Set in Rosewood’s forest, the “creeping liquefaction” of the dead produces a fungal harvest that casts a spell on the town. In the endless dark of winter, feral creatures thrive, and psychedelic spores infect the air. The Museum of Atheism, deep below ground, is full of hallucinatory terrors.
“Experimental, beautiful, disturbing. If you like straightforward narratives you might not like this book. But if you delight in the beautifully strange, the nonlinear, the lyrical and symbolic, the violent and inhuman, you’ll love this. A frightening fairytale, surreal, not the story you think you know. A book that reads like a spell, meant to be read slowly. It unfolds like a strange dream, and the nightmare. A book I still think about years after reading it.” —Kirin Khan
“A page-turning read, riddled with the stuff of nightmares, read it if you dare.”—Clare Wigfall
“The Museum of Atheism is an inviting and sinister affair, sweet and deadly as a thicket of mushrooms, their dear deadly anklets and caps of toxic spores.”Joyelle McSweeney
“As a reader you are investigating not just a murder, but also a setting and a language, for this rich peculiarity flows into the prose.”—Alec Johnson