The Wendigo

De: Algernon Blackwood

Narrado por: Felbrigg Napoleon Herriot

Days from civilisation five men are about to experience something beyond the rational.

In the snow slaked wilds where the natives fear to tread, these men search for moose but find something more terrifying and supernatural. With a rush of wind and the smell of feral nature one of their number is whisked away, leaving them wondering: Who might be next?

©2014 Felbrigg Napoleon Herriot (P)2014 Felbrigg Napoleon Herriot

Fun and Creepy Short Story

This was a fun and creepy short story. Well written and organized! Good for a little creep in the night if you have 2ish hours.

atmospheric

I would consider this story more suspenseful or thriller than horror. concentrating on character and atmosphere. not a bad piece, short and easily digestible.

Misses the mark with its subject

The writing is pretty good if one can get past the author’s 1910 racial views. The weakness of the horror aspect to me is that it seems to also be derived from those views (i.e. the inherent horror of “wild men” and wildness more broadly), and entirely forgoes some of the more compelling aspects of Wendigo stories in the process. To say more would be spoilers, but let’s just say that if you’re looking for a take on this monster that cuts true to its original mythology in a compelling way, this isn’t it. As a spooky story in the woods, it’s fine.

Creepy inspiration

A good creepy tale. The narrator choice made no sense. An Australian for a north woods tale?

A wonderful story of th North Woods

Reader was completely competent, but not a voicemaster. La la la la la le fifteen.

Just perfect spooky awe myth tale

I think this is far better than the more acclaimed “the Willows” by Blackwood. To me it never came across effectively. Did I miss something? But Wendigo delivers. Mythology, alone in the not so empty woods, guns because something is out there. Well told now also.

great horror feel

It was simplistic , scary and enjoyable check it out its worth a listen .

Great Build Up, But Ending Seems to be Missing Something

This book was written perfectly to set up one hell of an ending, but, to me, I felt it missed the mark. Maybe that was the author’s intention, to leave the reader on somewhat of a cliff hanger, but it would have been amazing to see what happened after the characters made the discovery and what they did with that information.

Just the meat and potatoes

My PTSD from watching the excessively horrifying (and needlessly upsetting) Pet Sematary at a young age is what eventually led me to discover The Wendigo. I ordered a collection of Blackwood's, hoping to better understand my own childhood trauma gained from that filthily scary Stephen King story. What I found was that, not only is Algernon Blackwood's Wendigo story fantastic, but almost everything of his I've read is f****** adoreable. There's something about the way the man writes. He's ahead of his time. You read his shit and you'd never guess it was written a century ago. There's just something so charming and intimate about his writing-- like, when you read him, you feel like you're being caressed while someone is shampooing your hair, all while you're sitting down to a succulent slice of veal and mashed potatoes, smothered in a rich homemade gravy. His narration is so pleasant and naked, but it doesn't feel like hand holding or coddling-- it feels like a partnership-- like you're riding horses with your fat buddy who laughs a lot on a sunny day, and he happens to tell you ghost stories, with a rare knack for details and honesty.

Blackwood's The Wendigo centers on the demonic creature and myth of Native American, the Wendigo, which is a spirit or creature which, without giving too much away, has to do with cold places, cannibalism, and some kinda madness. Images of a deer like creature or an incredibly tall, gaunt-faced famished man with skin stretched tight over the body are what come to mind for most when the name Wendigo is mentioned, but Blackwood's approach to the story focuses on a group of campers in the north of North America, and one man's frighteningly weird case of possession after a Wendigo encounter. Oh, those "feet of fire!" It's a fantastically creepy story and like with most Blackwood, it's what's not said that is scary, but what isn't said-- that restraint seems to be the most reliably entertaining component in horror story telling and Blackwood has a knack for it that must have soaked into Lovecraft and others who followed in his footsteps. If you like ghost stories out in the woods, this is a damned good campfire story. Not sure if an Aussie narrator was the best choice, and this is far from Algernon Blackwood's best stories but one of my personal favorites due to my interest in the material. Please be cognizant of that particular bias because it's kind of a big deal.

In some ways, this story just doesn't do it for me. Like, the scariness of the Wendigo, and the potential for atmospheric horror-- these things feel like missed opportunities because the story unfolds more as weird than as scary. That said, I think this would have been a great story to have within King's "Pet Sematary" novel, like something Judd tells Louis. Can't you hear old Fred Gwynne doing it? "Lewis. I shouldn't tell ya this story, but here it is. A hundred ago, there was a huntin' party struck outa Ludlow. Aya. Right here outa Ludlow..." and et cetera.

build up for nothing

It's a story that grabs you but all the build up ends up being for nothing. The author neglects that to have a monster that instills terror in the reader, the monster has to eventually do something and have victims.