‘In Argentina,’ Mariana Enriquez writes in Our Share of Night, ‘they toss bodies at you.’ It is an arresting, chilling image; one that Gaspar, the central character, experiences both literally and figuratively. Bodies are everywhere in this novel – whether dead, undead, dying or decomposing, at swim or making love – and what they feel and what they can know is the intellectual dynamic that underpins plotlines familiar from the work of Stephen King, the films of Guillermo del Toro and the horror drama Stranger Things.
The Order grew out of British occultism of the late 19th century and, by the 1980s, when the book opens, is a powerful, shadowy group, run from Argentina by two families, the Reyes and the Bradfords. They can commune with the Darkness, an entity that demands human sacrifice and promises ‘continued consciousness on this plane’ (they shy away from the word immortality). However, to do so, they need a medium.

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