“Sinner, Baker, Fabulist, Priest; Red Mask, Black Mask, Gentleman, Beast” by Eugie Foster is utterly otherworldly. It’s a world where every day you put on a mask and the mask determines who you are. The technology built into the mask, as well as powerful pheromones from other sources, control your thoughts, your desires, what you are.
One day the narrator is a man trying to make love to his reluctant wife. The next day she is a giggly girl gossiping with her friends about boys. One day the strangeness of this world is alluring, the next repellent.
The story leads you deep into the mindset of these people, as if you too were becoming the mask. Finally, the mystery under the masks builds until it demands to be unveiled. And unleashed. Things fall apart a bit after that, like a mask torn off and trodden into pieces after the party is over.
Marvellously weird.
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