Black Forest is a dream of death, a collage of vignettes and grounded, concrete observations counterpoint the dreaminess of the novel, breathing life into it.
Bogged down with bad stories and a misleading title, there is not a lot of Poe in here either, other than to joke about his alcoholism, the anthology is beating a dead horse.
Neil Christopher deftly puts the stories together without editorializing, allowing Inuit writers to tell their own stories about their own culture.
Lake manages to do that critical work while presenting a diverse cast of characters. While the first half is a bit of a slog, Blood Born sticks the landing