The Evil Within: HEX by Thomas Olde Heuvelt

An ancient, archetypal evil meets a miscellany of modern motfis—such as surveillance and social media—in HEX, the first of Dutch wunderkind Thomas Olde Heuvelt’s five genre novels (of which this is the fifth) to be translated into the English language.

You may well have heard of the aforementioned author already; after all, he won the Hugo Award for Best Novelette in 2015, and was nominated for another unsettling short story, “The Boy Who Cast No Shadow,” two years previously. HEX is longform horror, however, and longform horror is hard, not least because the unknowable, on the back of which so much such fiction is built, can only remain so for so long before folks get sick and tired of not knowing.

Yet in HEX, we know what would be unknowable in most horror novels from the get-go: the cause and the consequences of the ghost that has haunted the heart of the Hudson Valley for hundreds of years.

We know her name and approximate age, as one character explains to the newest residents of Black Spring:

“It was in Black Spring that [Katherine van Wyler] was sentenced to death for witchcraft in 1664—although they didn’t call it Black Spring back then; it was a Dutch trappers’ colony known as New Beeck—and it’s here in Black Spring that she’s remained.”

It’s even worse than that, though. This too we know; that before the noose was wrapped around her neck—as “an act of mercy,” if you can credit it—Katherine was made to murder her own son in order to save her dearest daughter. Little wonder, then, that she’s been making life difficult for the residents of Black Spring since; so difficult that an infrastructure unlike any other has had to be erected around her.

Robert Grim is the head of a particularly pivotal facet of said infrastructure—the titular civil service, which is committed to keeping Katherine contained—so he knows more intimately than most what kind of ghost the Black Rock Witch is:

“We’re not talking about the outdated kind of ghost who’s only seen by some irritating […] neglected kid who no one believes but always ends up being right in the end. The Black Rock Witch is always here. And she’s no benign sort of specter or an echo from the past like in those drippy adolescent horror porn flicks. She confronts us with her presence like a fenced-in pit bull. Muzzled, never moving an inch. But if you stick you finger through the bars, she doesn’t just feel it to see if it’s fat enough. She rips it off.”

But, as so many studies have shown, people can get used to almost anything, however hellish. And let me stress that life in Black Spring has been pretty hellish for its three thousand residents. They can’t even leave for long, or Katherine compels them to commit suicide, whilst what little contact they can have with the outside world is monitored by men and women like Grim.

hex-ukKeeping word of the Black Rock Witch from spreading has, inevitably, entailed the violation of any number of basic human rights, as teenager Tyler Grant points out to his father. “That may well be,” Steve Grant agrees, “but you’re not dealing with a dictator here. Katherine is a supernatural evil. That renders all norms invalid and makes safety our first, second, and third concern.”

Because of that bald fact, most people have adapted, but Tyler, for his part, isn’t willing to let sleeping supernatural evils lie. He wants to be able to spend time with his girlfriend; he wants to go to college somewhere upstate; and one day, he wants to see the world. So he hatches a plan to expose the Black Rock Witch for what she is by posting videos of her on the Internet—which of course brings him into conflict with the aforementioned authorities.

But by then the damage is done, and a series of strange events begun. Lights appear in the sky. A lamb with two heads is born and immediately abandoned by its mother. Horses run rampant. The earth itself seems to bleed. And that’s just for starters…

Though the Grants are certainly at the centre of HEX, and the majority of the novel’s horrors unfold in and around the house they call home, several supporting perspectives give us a sense of a town in peril rather than just a family. We hear from Grim, who does a dirty job that someone’s gotta do with surprising sensitivity, and from Griselda Holst, a domestic abuse survivor who considers Katherine as a poor pariah.

The latter character struck me as a little obvious, if I’m honest—as did a handful of HEX‘s other elements. The symbolism is, shall we say, somewhat unsubtle: owls—frequently the familiars of witches—flit across the pages on a regular basis; and the pathetic fallacy is in full effect from the first. Then there’s the on-the-nose naming conventions Heuvelt favours, which range from the strange—see Steve and Tyler—to the portentous—Grim and Griselda—to the outright pronounced.

Distracting as all this is, it doesn’t massively detract from the impact of the human horror on which Heuvelt, having made the unknowable known, opts to hinge HEX. Small moments, such as the disappearance and ultimate discovery of the Grants’ dog, are incredibly effective, at bottom because they take such an emotional toll on the characters complicit in them—like Tyler, in this instance: a sympathetic soul despite his causal role in the whole.

Not unrelatedly, Heuvelt is unafraid to endanger his major players, and furthermore, to follow through on that awful promise. There’s a moment around the midpoint when a significant figure is summarily slaughtered that serves not just to raise the stakes but to demonstrate that no one is going to come out of this ungodly affair unchanged… assuming anyone comes out of it at all.

HEX has its issues, admittedly, but it’s a difficult thing Heuvelt is attempting to do here; and for the most part, the most promising popular horror author to have appeared on the scene since Alison Littlewood and Adam Nevill makes it look easy.

HEX is available now from Tor Books (in the U.S.) and April 28 from Hodder & Stoughton (in the UK).
Read an excerpt from the novel here on Tor.com.

Niall Alexander is an extra-curricular English teacher who reads and writes about all things weird and wonderful for The Speculative ScotsmanStrange Horizons, and Tor.com. He lives with about a bazillion books, his better half and a certain sleekit wee beastie in the central belt of bonnie Scotland.

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