Nothing in the Basement

<p>Richard and Sandra are good people: comfortably overweight generally honest. They live in a nice house in a safe neighborhood. There's nothing in the basement. They have great jobs. They volunteer at community theaters. They keep up with college friends. There's nothing in the basement. They have adorable dogs and favorite television shows. Sandra nearly drowns in the bathtub. The sewage backs up. Richard's teeth fall out. The dogs are in a frenzy. How many things can go wrong before you suspect that cosmic forces want to kill you? There's nothing in the basement.</p><p></p><p><strong>Advanced Praise:</strong></p><p><span style=color: rgba(29 29 29 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>I thoroughly enjoyed </span><em style=color: rgba(29 29 29 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Nothing in the Basement.</em><span style=color: rgba(29 29 29 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)> I only got to it last night but I couldn't put it down. It was a one-sitting read! Romie Stott's prose lures you into a seductive stranglehold you won't want to escape. </span><em style=color: rgba(29 29 29 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Nothing in the Basement </em><span style=color: rgba(29 29 29 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>delivers a quietly intense exploration of a failing home and the true horror of an empty marriage. Plan ahead and have your favorite security blanket ready because you're going to have a hard time escaping this story's grip.</span></p><ul><li>Trisha <span style=color: rgba(29 29 29 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Trisha J. Wooldridge (New England Horror Writers Association) author of </span><em style=color: rgba(29 29 29 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Where Monsters Play</em></li></ul><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(29 29 29 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Look at it one way and Romie Stott's </span><em style=color: rgba(29 29 29 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Nothing in the Basement</em><span style=color: rgba(29 29 29 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)> is a sharp occasionally ironic scrutiny of two middle-class middle-aged people living in a money pit of a house at peak midlife crisis. It is also a story of the slow decay of environment relationship and sense of self. Domestic entropy but make it haunted. Sometimes it was so startling or frightening I gasped out loud. The reader seesaws between appropriately appalled sympathy and an odd schadenfreude that is so jubilant and malicious that it must come from without not within. Surely this book has possessed us. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(29 29 29 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>- C. S. E. Cooney World Fantasy Award-winning author of </span><em style=color: rgba(29 29 29 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Saint Death's Daughter</em></p><p></p><p></p><p><strong>Bio:</strong></p><p></p><p>Romie Stott (pronounced like Romeo without the ending o) is an editor at the Hugo Ignyte and British Fantasy Award-winning magazine <em>Strange Horizons</em>. Her short stories poems and essays have appeared in <em>Analog Arc The Deadlands Atlas Obscura The Toast</em> and<em> On Spec.</em></p><p></p><p>As a narrative filmmaker (working mainly as Romie Faienza) Romie has been a guest artist at the Institute of Contemporary Art (Boston) the Dallas Museum of Art and the National Gallery (London). She is the writer/director of the feature film <em>Hayseeds & Scalawags</em> and is the book writer of the musicals First Contact and <em>The Lady Takes the Mic</em>.</p><p></p><p>Romie is a Texan who lives in Massachusetts. In her day job she creates closed captions for live television. In the evenings she is half of the electronica duo Stopwalk.</p>