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Happy Halloween!
While I was writing this week’s newsletter, I got a hankering for takeout from one of my haunts: Peri Peri Grill House. And boy, did I make good on it with a feast that lasted me three meals.
Much like the haunting art showcased in this newsletter, PPGH is a place that pulls me back again and again — sometimes, against my better judgment. (I usually pop a Pepto afterward.)
But it’s so worth it for a chance to wolf that chicken, charred and sauce-slicked, that melts on tongue impact. To guzzle that syrupy hot sauce, golden as Gods’ nectar, that stains my under-nails as I slather it over mashed potatoes, rice, salad, and plate writ large.
Our stories — full-throated, gut-punching, mind-bending — can become such a refuge for our people. It’s what today’s newsletter is all about.
Happy haunting,
Delaney
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The haunting of Grill House
Editor’s note: This essay contains spoilers for the miniseries The Haunting of Hill House (2018), and the musicals Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (1979), Les Misérables (1980), Rent (1994), and Hadestown (2016).
Mike Flanagan does something to me.
I’ve watched pretty much all the horror auteur’s works.
Without fail, the atmosphere he creates is deeply poignant, devastatingly gorgeous, wholly transportive. In a word: haunting.