From the creators of the wildly popular Welcome to Night Vale podcast comes an imaginative mystery of appearances and disappearances that is also a poignant look at the ways in which we all struggle to find ourselves...no matter where we live.
"Hypnotic and darkly funny. . . . Belongs to a particular strain of American gothic that encompasses The Twilight Zone, Stephen King and Twin Peaks, with a bit of Tremors thrown in."--The Guardian
Located in a nameless desert somewhere in the great American Southwest, Night Vale is a small town where ghosts, angels, aliens, and government conspiracies are all commonplace parts of everyday life. It is here that the lives of two women, with two mysteries, will converge.
Nineteen-year-old Night Vale pawn shop owner Jackie Fierro is given a paper marked "KING CITY" by a mysterious man in a tan jacket holding a deer skin suitcase. Everything about him and his paper unsettles her, especially the fact that she can't seem to get the paper to leave her hand, and that no one who meets this man can remember anything about him. Jackie is determined to uncover the mystery of King City and the man in the tan jacket before she herself unravels.
Night Vale PTA treasurer Diane Crayton's son, Josh, is moody and also a shape shifter. And lately Diane's started to see her son's father everywhere she goes, looking the same as the day he left years earlier, when they were both teenagers. Josh, looking different every time Diane sees him, shows a stronger and stronger interest in his estranged father, leading to a disaster Diane can see coming, even as she is helpless to prevent it.
Diane's search to reconnect with her son and Jackie's search for her former routine life collide as they find themselves coming back to two words: "KING CITY." It is King City that holds the key to both of their mysteries, and their futures...if they can ever find it.
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I was walking down the street in old town one day, on my way to the Nebuchadnezzar Natatorium and Liquor Superstore for my daily swim, when a strange man in a tan suit approached me. At the time I remember I was dazzled by the power of his eyes though I cannot now remember the color of them. Though the recollections of his features in my memory slip away from me faster than a terrier on a freshly waxed floor, I remember that he surpassed any beauty I had ever seen in my life. Either that or he was so horrible to look upon that the remembrance of his face caused my brain to shut out any pertinent details in order to preserve my sanity. I cannot remember which. I can only remember the tan suit that he wore, and that he both towered over me and that I had to look down to meet his piercing, unknowably colored eyes. The man in the tan suit wished for me to stop, and I did. Without speaking he opened his tan briefcase and took out an object, which he placed gently in my hands. Still without speaking he tipped his tan hat to me and walked away, leaving me bewildered. I clutched the object tightly to my breast, wanting to keep it safe from any wandering eyes, or, in truth, the Sheriff's secret police, who had banned objects of any kind from being possessed by pedestrians. As I walked a chill settled over me, causing my fingers and toes to ache though the sun still shone brightly in the sky. A figure in the shadows watched me, and I knew that he was after the object I carried. I would not let him have it. I could not. An inhuman, keening wail sounded behind me, and I turned in fascinated horror to see what creature was capable of making such a noise. Behind me stood a pack of the most grotesquely adorned-but dear readers, I am getting ahead of myself. I have no wish to burden you with the events of that night, nor how I came to meet the owner of the Nebuchadnezzar Natatorium and Liquor Superstore, a very surly former sea captain who took no great liking to me, especially after I left so many hooded figures drifting lifelessly in his pool. What I will tell you is this: the strange object that the either beautiful or hideous man in the tan suit left for me was a book. This book is called "Welcome to Night Vale", and I strongly suggest that you procure one for yourself. Do not wait for the man in the tan suit to give you one, go out to your local bookstore and buy one today! It is the only way to be sure the horrible creatures that reflect all of your deepest fears do not come after you as well. Good night, dear readers. Good night.
HPB Staff ReviewJoseph Fink and Jeffrey Cranor transformed the world that we are used to hearing into a format that I can stick into my purse and carry around. Plus, it's beautiful. The purple cover and the unique fly-covered dust jacket is refreshing (shout out to Rob Wilson for the design). Anyone familiar to the podcast Welcome to Night Vale will be able to read this book in Cecil Palmer's voice (which won't stop me from hunting down the Audiobook where Cecil actually reads the book to you). Although Cecil is not the star of the show, like on the podcast, you can read snippets of his radio show. Here we follow familiar characters Jackie Fierro and Diane Crayton as they try to leave Night Vale, but not in the usual dimension hopping, alternate reality way; in the physical, let's try to take the freeway kind of way. Which, spoiler, doesn't work. The quirky, wacky, bizarre, and sometimes incomprehensible world of Night Vale is further explored outside of our usual perspective. We finally get to learn more about the mysterious man in the tan jacket and the deerskin suitcase. Right? I forget. Highly recommend picking up this book. Lovers of weird worlds and unique concepts will be able to appreciate this book without having to listen to the podcast beforehand, but tune in. You won't regret it.
HPB Staff ReviewIf you're a fan of the Welcome to Night Vale podcast this is the perfect book for you. It's the first novel taking place in the town and it further explores what life is like for all of Cecil's listeners. I think my favorite part of the podcast and the book is how it depicts such surreal plot points as entirely mundane because that is what's normal in Night Vale. From adventures dealing with killer librarians to dangerous radio internships, it is just such a weird, delight of a book.
HPB Staff ReviewI love the premise of this book. It could have been a really cool weird story, but I felt like that authors WAY oversold the weirdness of Night Vale. After reading over 150 pages detailing how strange the city was, all I could think was, "I get it. Weird shit. Awesome. Let's move on to the actual story." Then the story itself was just ok. Honestly, I will probably forget this whole book even exists in a few months. #SummerReading
Welcome to Night Vale, a town where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights float overhead as we all pretend to sleep. This book takes the beloved podcast to the page, weaving a tale of a shape shifting teen, a mysterious man in a tan jacket who no one seems to remember, and a concerned mother willing to fight off terrifying librarians to find the truth. Following the adventures of some beloved Night Vale citizens, this book is great for lovers of Twin Peaks, H.P. Lovecraft, Stephen King, and bizarrely hilarious writing that will constantly surprise you. After all, there is a thin, semantic line between weird and beautiful, and that line is covered in jellyfish. #SummerReading