A fusion of folk-horror, noir-thriller and nature writing, Paradise is a dark psychological tangle of a tale. Nash, recruited to work for a mysterious organisation finds himself exiled to a remote house in the woods. Impending doom is multifaceted as Nash awaits his fate and the end of all things draws closer. Hostile, dank and claustrophobic, nature embodies these threats and Nash's lack of autonomy. A strange, bleak yet engrossing read.
The woods are overwhelming. The forest is chaos. It is anarchy. Bedlam. He cannot comprehend the intricacy of it.
Dripping, sodden, seeping, teeming, crawling, abounding, rotting, sprouting, saturated, oozing, collapsing, growing, disintegrating, growing. The woods are disorder, incomprehensible disorder. But they are conscious too, he knows in a way he could never understand.
At night the borders between sleep and waking, he sometimes wonders if the woods are dreaming him into being. If he is just a figment of their centuries-old reverie their lucid slumbers.
