5/5 Probing Proboscis
Give me the short version:
Greener Pastures broke my brain and I loved it.
While we're all being honest, as a fan of eerie fiction (circa Bartlett, Llewellyn and Barron) I was always going to love this.
Ranging from quasi-classical to reworkings of the mundane, Greener Pastures is between eye and horizon a stunning exhibit of Mr Wehunt's scope and subtlety. The fears and feeble twitches of humanity are treated tenderly, especially those that in a normal context you'd be inclined to look away from - but of course, once deep inside the meaty confines of someone's head "normality" becomes a fond conceit. Be sure not to miss the author notes at the end; Wehunt's own brief analysis of each piece is very satisfying.
"He went outside into the muddled stillness and walked around the cabin twice. The stars were sprayed everywhere. The place had no foundation and he dug his way beneath it in a moment. There was a crawlspace of sorts and he wriggled inside and lay down. Black as absence. He felt something curl up beside him and he slept in its warmth, grateful."