2 of 5 stars.
This vignette relates the circumstances of a hunt through the emotionally detached voice of one of the hunters. The fine line of the hunter to killer is toyed and crossed in the course of the tale. A hunter acts out of necessity or sport, a killer acts out of a darker passion.
A disconnect lies between the tone and what the narration claims. He claims to crave loyalty in others, and their approval. There is a competitiveness, and jealousy. However, emotion evades this tale. The facts are dryly laid bare not unlike in Camus’ The Stranger. Unfortunately, here it compromises the telling–it’s a journal of facts, devoid of heart.
This tale appears in Abbreviated Epics, a Third Flatiron Anthology, edited by Juliana Rew.
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