There are some works of fiction that defy mere summary. These kinds of works are so outlandish that
summarizing them for the benefit of someone unfamiliar with the author’s work is liable to raise some eyebrows. It is also one of the great things about speculative fiction. A story can have completely unreal elements as long as its grounded in some reality. Joe Lansdale demonstrated his understanding of this when he wrote "Bubba Ho-Tep," making his mummy-fighting, rest-home-dwelling Elvis a deeply nuanced protagonist. Stephen Graham Jones also understands the grounding within reality, as demonstrated by his novella Night of the Mannequins.I am hesitant to go into details about the actual plot of
this tale because half the fun of reading this is trying to wrap your mind
around the sheer lunacy of the plot. I can go into some detail about what this
book includes: mannequins (a given), slasher films, sacrifices, kaiju-sized
monsters, coming of age. The story focuses on a group of friends whose
relatively innocent prank involving a mannequin goes way out of control,
leading to death, destruction, and the collapse of friendships.
The book is narrated by Sawyer, a very entertaining but
unreliable narrator, who tells the tale from introducing his friends, to the
prank that was the first domino, to the aforementioned death and destruction.
Reading this made me wonder what talking to Stephen Graham Jones is like. Not
so much when he narrates his fiction, but when he just tells a story, sitting
in a bar, recalling what happened to a cousin’s cousin or a great aunt’s
friend. He displays a definite gift for description in an almost stream-of-conscience
way that creates a truly unique literary voice. This tale owes a lot to
slashers and Godzilla but you don’t need to be an overwhelming fan of both genres
to appreciate the craft Jones brings to this story.