Justin Lee’s A Prisoner’s Cinema is a collection of literary horror that declines to soothe. Instead, it uses the genre’s conventions not as a blunt instrument for shock but as a scalpel to dissect the most tormented regions of the human psyche. Here, consciousness itself is the haunted house, a subjective prison from which there is no escape. The stories collectively form a sustained philosophical inquiry into the nature of evil, the instability of the self, and the search for meaning in a world haunted by internal demons and the specter of a sometimes silent God. This is spiritual horror, born from the unlit abysses of memory, guilt, and faith.
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