All you had to tell me was that this was an epistolary written by SGJ. Adding in that this is a historical fiction set in 1912 wherein 217 Blackfeet are murdered and there are vampires, I am that Bender meme--shut up and take my money. I don't want to ruin the plot, but if you like bleak historical fiction that includes incalculable tragedy told as an epistolary, I think you're going to love this. The writing here is so crisp and moves so quickly, as I was reading it I could SEE it as a movie or shortform show. This is probably my favorite Jones book since 'Night of the Mannequins'.

Thank you NetGalley and Titan Books for the ARC, such a phenomenal showing.

I'll just leave you with one of my favorite lines:

This is where my confession is over, Three-Persons.
I leave you now with your dead.

Weasel Plume, I’ll never forget you 💔

I think a lot of people are going to have a tough time with this book because it’s a *tough* read. The subject material is dark, the writing is challenging to get your arms around, the historical scenario it’s set within is beyond bleak, and it’s pacing was incredibly slow for ~70%. But—it’s a work of art.

I struggled to read this, and I struggled to know what to rate it. Don’t go into this expecting to race through it. Read it slowly, sit with the history. I do think, as many times as I thought “should I DNF this? is it *too* hard of a read?” this is one of the most masterful books I’ve ever read and ultimately was absolutely worth the time I invested in it. But, because I didn’t necessarily enjoy my experience reading it, I couldn’t give it a 5 star.

Thank you to Netgalley and the publisher for the ARC.

The best vampire tale I've read. Jones wrote this in three months while in between other projects, and it hits like lightning. A brilliant voice telling an uncompromising story that captures the horror and wonder of our nation’s sordid history. A fresh take on the legend that I couldn't put down. An instant classic.

Stephen Graham Jones reinvigorates the vampire story and makes it entirely his own in The Buffalo Hunter Hunter. I'm in awe with this alligoral supernatural revenge western. There so much to take in, i don't think my brain has fully digested everything.

I had never heard of the Marias Massacre for which Graham Jones uses as the focal point. The events of the massacre are horrible along with the slaughtering of the buffalo. My heart was broken by what happened.

The Buffalo Hunter Hunter at times i found it confusing and it tried my patience. Expect a slow burn that eventually kicks up to full throttle. There is so much slaughtering and blood throughout the novel it felt repetitive or maybe because there was so much of it i became numb to it. Overall, I was really impressed. The way Graham Jones is able to weave the narratives and make them distinct is a masterclass in writing.

This was an unfortunate circumstance for me. I read read and enjoyed three other Stephen Graham Jones, and I went into this hoping it would be the same. Unfortunately the writing for just too much for me. I know SGJ has a brilliantly unique style of writing that has entertained me in the past, but not here. I couldn't finish the book, and I hope to return to this some other day. But as of now, if I force myself to read it, it will get a very low rating. Two stars seems right for the concept and cover, and the fact that I am willing to continue this, but no higher due to the simple fact that I am DNFing it

I think I’m going to have to accept the fact that this author isn’t for me. All of his summaries sound so freaking good but I just cannot get invested in the story. This is the 4th book of his that I’ve read and I just don’t think his writing style is for me, although I can appreciate it and understand why others would love it.

This novel is the burning iron used to cauterize a wound by campfire light. Stephen Graham Jones takes an unflinching look at some of the worst violences of American history, the deepest wounds whose poison still taints this nation’s lifeblood, and confronts it with equal parts heart and terror. Everything about this novel is great, from the story to the characters to the writing style and framing device to the scenes of heartbreak and terror that are scattered through the book, enough to make sure you never forget how bloody of a history you’re reading. But, also, it is a violent vampire story with literally one of the best interpretations of vampire mythology I think I have ever seen, deserving to be in the upper echelon of great vampire stories.

I have more thoughts about the overall framing device which I will get to, but first the choice to use an epistolary format is great. Of course it is a huge nod to Dracula, but it also brings an authenticity to the story that is deeply felt. Being honest, there is almost always some element of artifice with epistolary stories—how could the interlocutor remember all of this dialogue, why is this being recorded in the first place, and of course the pesky problem of how to deal with an ending—and to some extent those issues are here, though others are very cleverly circumvented. Yet they never are an obstacle because the personal voice conveyed through this narrative device is so powerful it far outweighs any such considerations. The characters are incredible. We have two central characters and they both are given voice, as epistolary sections come from both of them. What is beautiful about them is that they are complicated and painful and both have a mix of heroic and admirable traits along with the horrific and terrible. Never for a second do you doubt the authenticity of these characters, and having the story written in their alternating voices is powerful and affecting. The world-building is similarly breathtaking. Whether it be the small, grey vicissitudes of life in early 20th century Montana colony or the vast, ebullient geography of the Blackfeet, the sense of place, and all of its joy and desperation, is constantly present. It shapes the characters and story in important ways, and invites the audience deeper into the story. The writing is spectacular, the way two distinct voices are captured so well and are so pivotal to the story. The way Pastor Beaucarne can somehow have simultaneous awe and disdain, jealousy and hatred born form that jealousy, for the Blackfeet, for Good Stab, is beautifully captured. The way that he can gently mock the Blackfeet way of naming animals in very descriptive ways, childish, he calls it, and then slowly catch himself unintentionally using the Blackfeet terminology as his story progresses. It’s all great. The pacing works well, for the most part. It isn’t a fast-paced novel, but Graham Jones chooses to start it with a wonderfully lurid scene, one that tells the same story in two different ways, which serves to not only get the audience invested but also to make clear how important a role authorial voice has on the framing of events. Then there are some scenes of action and violence throughout, pretty evenly distributed, until a horrific climax that just keeps escalating. The ebb and flow is good, aided by the switching between voices. However there is a section after the climactic scene that felt a little longer than it needed to be. It was never boring, it was telling us an important story, and it could be a story all unto itself, it was that interesting. But it seemed to disconnect the climax from the denouement and resolution, a little. This novel is telling more than one story at once, in fact it is telling three, (or three-in-one), woven beautifully around each other through the novel, and this section, the longest chapter in the book, feels like a knot in that weave. There are other slow or slow-ish sections, this is a history story, a time-traveling story, first and foremost, and I suppose that may not work for some people. For me the history served to amplify the tension and terror of the present. Aside from that one section being a little longer than I may have wanted it to be continuing its placement in the overall story I really enjoyed the pacing and the way it helped keep the story bristling with meaning and emotion.

I haven’t mentioned the actual framing story, that of a great-great-granddaughter coming into possession of this journal and transcribing it. This section is so short in the beginning it does just feel like a convenient framing device. However, it comes back in the end with a lot more substance, and you realize that it is not just a literary means to deliver the story but it is the story, or at least an important part of it. I will say that these sections are where the epistolary style was the least convincing (though they also are what made the epistolary nature of the rest of the story work so well). From a thematic perspective, though, it felt important for the framing sections to also be epistolary. This is because Graham Jones doesn’t ever try to pretend there aren’t big themes and ideas being explored. Obviously there are ideas of genocide and occupation, what it means to steal not just a peoples’ land and lives but their histories, their culture, their humanity. Part and parcel with this are questions of vengeance, justice, and ownership. There are echoes of The Fall of the House of Usher, and how culpability lives in bloodlines. It is also about knowing yourself, observing your own transformation and identifying the catalysts, maybe nurturing them, even. What is ownership—of land, of actions, of blood, tragedy, and reparation? But even as these ideas are clear and present there are never easy answers, no one-size-fits-all solution. There are only messy resonances, stabs in the dark, hoping to hit the right spot. As always Graham jones highlights these obvious questions with more subtle strands running through the story. For instance, there is a wonderful fascination with trilogies, with an often contradictory (or contradictory-seeming) tri-partite nature of things. Obviously Good Stab calls Pastor Beaucarne “Three-Persons,” seemingly coming from the holy trinity worshipped in Christian mythologies. The pastor has his own triple nature, though, one that isn’t revealed in full until later in the novel so I won’t spoil it here. But Good Stab also has his own trilogy of identity: he is Good Stab, but he is also Fullblood, and also Takes No Scalps. The story itself is tri-partite: the pastor’s story, Good Stab’s story, and Etsy’s story—which is, in part, why the framing device needed to be epistolary in nature. The other reason is that even the very epistolary structure is tri-partite: it is gospel, it is confession, and it is witness. This is what this story is, at its heart, a witness. Witness to atrocity, to reality, to potential—to past, present, and future, all at the same time. It was a thrill to be able to be allowed to bear such witness, and live to share the tale.

(Rounded up from 4.5)

I want to thank the author, the publisher Saga Press, and NetGalley, who provided a complimentary eARC for review. I am leaving this review voluntarily.

This is the first book I’ve read by Stephen Graham Jones. The first thing I ever read by him was his introduction to Shane Hawk and Theodore C. Van Alst Jr.’s collection of short stories, Never Whistle at Night: An Indigenous Dark Fiction Anthology. In this introduction, Jones presents a series of hypothetical Indigenous horror narratives, all branching off a single story, which he borrowed from someone else. This is a pretty common thing among Indians. Somebody tells a story, then somebody else takes it and shifts it over a little bit, makes it their own. The story winds around a bit, but, ultimately, there’s a lesson somewhere in there. Or it’s just something crazy (or just crazy entertaining). Buffalo Hunter Hunter is very much like that, too, in the best ways possible—but more on that in a minute.
The story Jones presented in his introduction to Hawk and Van Alst’s book was this: someone is driving late at night in an area far out from any towns, they’re the only person on the road, and suddenly they’re stopped dead in their tracks by the sudden appearance of an Indian warrior or war band from a bygone era. In one version of the story, the driver has to slam on their brakes to let the band’s horses, who aren’t stopping at all, cross the road. In another, the driver looks into the rearview mirror and sees a Native warrior in their backseat staring back at them. In each of these scenarios, Jones asked the reader to consider two possibilities: the driver is white, or the driver is Native. Certainly, for the white driver, this is already a horror narrative (What kind of revenge is about to take place? What retribution will the Indian, or Indians, enact?). But what would make this situation horror for the Native driver? That’s something Jones admits is trickier. Possession is one option he presents, and certainly, that would be terrifying.
The whole time I was reading Buffalo Hunter Hunter, I found myself thinking back on Jones’s hypotheticals. That is because here, with this novel, he offers another possible answer: possession is terrifying, but what about transformation? What if the Indian isn’t just an Indian anymore?
With this novel, Jones taps into a scenario in which the presence of the Indian passenger is horrifying for both the white and the Native driver: a vampire with a hunger for vengeance against the white men who took his people’s land, killed them, and turned him into a monster, but who must himself, like the white colonizers, prey on his own people (literally) in order to survive and maintain even the megrest strand of connection to them.
Jones expertly takes the vampire, historically a paragon of the white man’s fear of the Other, and makes it his own, presenting his readers with a Native American vampire protagonist who is, at least for me, both terrifying and a source of pride. Good Stab (formerly known as Weasel Plume, A.K.A. The Fullblood, A.K.A. Takes No Scalps) is my Blade (who, admittedly, I know very little about, other than that he’s a Black vampire antihero/morally-grey protagonist, and a capital-B Badass, so forgive me if this is not a good comparison). I love him, and I am deeply disturbed by him, but most of all, I am in awe of him. My only regret after reading this book was that I had finished it and there was nothing more for me to read about my new best friend Good Stab. I need two more books about him, a big-budget miniseries, a feature film, a poster of him to hang in my bedroom, and at least three T-shirts (and I don’t even wear T-shirts).

I have been a fan of Stephen Graham Jones' since the early days. I'm talking like "Ledfeather" I have always read his books and short stories through the years, and been so amazed at his abilities as time went on. He really does just keep getting better.
I love historical fiction with supernatural or horror aspects thrown in. I also love native American fiction, as I'm Cherokee and I love reading others myths and lores. This book hit everything on the nail and I loved it. Will definitely be buying my own copy.
I know before this is actually published, I know it will be edited. I saw a few spelling errors and simple misplaced words.

This was a struggle, a never ending struggle if I’m honest. I was really excited for this ARC as I was really pulled in with the promise of a gothic vampire novel with the historical fiction to carry it. What I got was a lot of ramblings it felt like from the preacher, who’s pacing and way of detailing his life seemed a complete 180 from the way Good Stab tells his confession. This just really didn’t do anything for me and I’m sad it dragged so much, thus making me lose interest so quickly.

Thank you NetGalley for allowing me read and review this ARC!

Stephen Graham Jones continues to redefine the horror genre with The Buffalo Hunter Hunter, a haunting tale that masterfully blends historical fiction, supernatural horror, and Indigenous storytelling. Set in the stark landscapes of the American West in 1912, the novel explores themes of justice, memory, and the devastating weight of history.

The story is framed by the discovery of a Lutheran pastor’s diary, hidden within a wall for over a century. Through the pastor’s transcriptions, readers are drawn into the chilling confessions of Good Stab, a Blackfeet man whose life is inextricably tied to a series of horrifying events and an unrelenting hunger for justice. At its heart lies a massacre—217 Blackfeet left dead in the snow—that casts a shadow over the narrative, fueling the spectral presence of a vampire whose existence challenges the boundaries between the living and the dead.

Jones’s prose is both lyrical and visceral, painting vivid images of the unforgiving landscape while delving into the psyche of his characters. The pastor’s quiet, methodical documentation contrasts with Good Stab’s raw, urgent voice, creating a tension that builds as layers of the story are revealed. The vampire, more than a mere monster, serves as a symbol of unresolved grief and the relentless pursuit of reckoning, making this tale as emotionally resonant as it is terrifying.

The novel’s historical setting is integral to its impact, and Jones doesn’t shy away from exploring the brutal realities of the era. The massacre, the displacement of Native peoples, and the cultural tensions of the time are all woven seamlessly into the horror, grounding the supernatural elements in a starkly realistic foundation.

What sets The Buffalo Hunter Hunter apart is its ability to balance genre conventions with deeper thematic explorations. The story is gripping as a revenge narrative and chilling as a vampire tale, but it also examines the cyclical nature of violence, the weight of collective memory, and the cost of seeking justice in an unjust world.

For fans of historical horror, Indigenous literature, and stories that linger long after the final page, The Buffalo Hunter Hunter is an absolute triumph. Stephen Graham Jones has once again proven himself a master of weaving the horrific with the profound, delivering a novel that is as thought-provoking as it is terrifying.

Stephen Graham Jones is a hit or miss for me. His characters always tend to ramble, and the plot gets thrown to the wayside. Which definitely isn't my thing at all.

But I decided to give this a try since Western Gothic is one of my absolute favorite niche subgenres. (The Power of the Dog and Lone Women are excellent.) I'm very happy to say that The Buffalo Hunter Hunter didn't disappoint. The slow burn horror combined with a lit fic, epistolary type of narrative worked well to tell the story.

While it has its lulls (of the early 1900s navel gazing, purple prose, boring subplots sort), I was still invested in the main storylines. It was a great take on vampires and racial injustice in the US. The novel's version of vampires really leaned hard on the gore, killing, and near immortality. If you have a weak stomach, I wouldn't recommend. People are murdered and animals are killed. (Justice for Weasel Plume!)

I think the narrative style worked for the most part. The present-day researcher POV petered out at the end for me tbh, but Good Stab and Arthur Beaucarne's narratives were strong and complex. They were quite immersive and made me believe that I was in 1912 Montana, watching the whole drama unfold before me.

And of course, I was seated and ready for a good ole revenge story against colonizers.

This would work so well as a film, complete with wide landscape shots with dark, cool tones. And period accurate costume design for the Native Americans and white settlers. Think Netflix's The Power of the Dog combined with Hulu's Prey.

Thank you to S&S/Saga Press and NetGalley for this arc.

Thank you to Saga Press for providing this ARC for review consideration via NetGalley. All opinions are my own.

The Buffalo Hunter Hunter by Stephen Graham Jones is a horror story framed in a work of historical fiction. Inspired by the very true (and truly horrific) events of a massacre of 217 people and the over hunting of bison in the American west, the story is a a nesting doll of three narrators in three different times. Etsy, in present day, is a communications PHD researching a recently unearthed journal of a Lutheran preacher. Arthur, the aging and gluttonous minister is outrunning his own past as he takes confession from Good Stab, a seemingly supernatural being confessing his story of violence.

The first thing that struck me about this novel that really made it stand out to me was the establishment of vampirism and vampire horror that was distant from the Western literary cannon. Although the word vampire is never said in the text in English, it is clear that is what plagues the characters. While there are elements that are familiar; blood drinking, aversion to the sun, the story and understanding of the condition is interpreted through a native lens. This is a perspective that is so unique and interesting. The vampire of The Buffalo Hunter Hunter is not a sexual icon, nor a gothic predator. Honor, revenge, and bloodshed are the core motivations here.

The next thing that Graham Jones really excels at in this story is the distinctiveness of the narrators. There is never confusion as the chapters shift; from the sentence structure and tone alone the reader can guess who is narrating, regardless of want they’re doing. I thought the way Arthur is written is particularly masterful; at first he seems doddering, benign, while still paternalistic and prejudiced. His true character is unfurled in his journal entries as he attempts to justify himself and his actions, showing that his surface appearance masks a much darker and murkier truth.

Where this book is a little uneven is in the pacing. The first 80% proceeds in traditional horror novel fashion but seems to grind to something much slower for the last 20%. It feels as if the rising tension takes a large step back, and simply doesn’t have the same impending uncertainty and rising fear as the earlier portions.

I really enjoyed this book and think that the historical setting made for a very compelling and unique takes on the vampire novel. It is horrifying and devastating in equal manner.

4.5/5 stars, rounded up to 5 stars for review purposes.

1 star

I was hooked. When I read the blurb.

That was it, to sum it up.

This book could put me to sleep at 7 PM—no joke. And I’m the kind of person who stays awake obsessing over whether I left the stove on. Yet here I was, drifting off mid-page. It’s honestly the most boring book I’ve ever read. Which is wild because it’s about a vampire. Not the Edward Cullen, sparkly-in-the-sunlight kind of vampire, mind you. This one’s supposed to be a historical, gothic, terrifying bloodsucker. Sounds like the recipe for a deliciously dark read, right? You’d think.
But no. It’s a dud. A slog.

I have to give myself a round of applause for finishing this book. Seriously. Every night, I’d pick it up, and every night, I’d find myself drifting off like I’d just taken a double dose of melatonin. God help me, it was so freaking boring. But I pushed through, hoping, praying there’d be a light at the end of the tunnel. Spoiler alert: there wasn’t.

There’s just so much blah, blah, blah that kept making me doze off. Too many confusing names—Blackfoot, Blackhorn, Black-this, Black-that. Then there’s Long-Leg, Ugly-Face, Tall-this, Tall-that. Don’t get me wrong; I was intrigued at first. I even looked up some of these words because they reminded me of The Clockwork Orange with its weird language. But unlike Clockwork Orange, which worked for me, this didn’t. The initial excitement didn’t last long. After that, it was just me fighting to keep my eyes open.

There is so much blah, blah, blah. It’s just endless droning on about... well, I don’t even know what anymore. There were so many confusing names—Blackfoot, Blackhorn, Black-this, Black-that. Then there’s Long-Leg, Ugly-Face, Tall-this, Tall-that. It felt like trying to follow a conversation in a crowded room where everyone’s yelling over each other. And don’t get me wrong, I was thrilled at first. I even looked up some of these words because they reminded me of The Clockwork Orange with its weird language. But unlike Clockwork Orange, which worked for me, this didn’t. The initial excitement didn’t last long all was left with was a battle to keep my eyes open.
And what about so many mentions of someone's wife’s cake? Like, why do I need to know about all these cakes? Someone’s wife in church made this cake, then that cake, then another cake. What is this, a baking competition?

This book is supposed to be a slow burn, a slow pace, slow buildup, all that jazz. And look, I’m no stranger to slow burns. I’ve stayed up until 3 AM, completely hooked. But this one? It’s impressive how it made gory hunting scenes feel boring. Teeth sinking, blood splattering, bodies falling—should be gripping, right? But instead, I found myself zoning out. The descriptions were so dry, I couldn’t even feel the tension. All the gore, but none of the impact.

The part that really kind of caught my attention was when he first became a vampire. Oh yes, and the blurb.
I know, I know, this book has a million glowing five stars reviews. But you know what? I have more trust for my own eyes. If my eyes can’t stay open, this book doesn’t deserve them open. Period.

Would I read another book by this author? No, thank you. Would I recommend this to you? Maybe. I mean, if you’re one of the many people who loved it, great! Or if you’ve got insomnia and need a solid cure, give it a go. It just didn’t work for me.

Note: Thank you, Saga Press and Stephen Graham Jones, for sending me this ARC. My opinion is my own.

I felt like I need to sit with this book a few days before I reviewed it. I believe Stephen Graham Jones is at his best when writing stories like this.
It had a nice slow burn, it felt tedious in a good way. Like counting your long days as a vampire. It was a nice slow peel back of layers figuring out who this character was and how he got here.
I didn’t feel like this story was particularly scary and I was ok with that. I enjoyed the different take on this monster story.

"Leave anyone too long alone with his own thoughts, and every possibility will be not only explored, but poked and prodded until it raises its shaggy head, settles its lidless eyes on you. Such is the price for isolation, and that mulling never ceases."

🩸 Buffalo Hunter Hunter Book Review 🩸

5/5 stars! ⭐️

Set in the American West in 1912, we follow a Lutherian priest through his diary entries as he records the life of a vampire told by means of confessional visits by a Blackfeet called Good Stab. This is considered a historical American Indian revenge story, and it was AMAZING.
This novel is unflinching and raw and is an entirely unique portrayal of vampires that I absolutely loved. It does not shy away from the realities of murder and death, especially during this historical time period in which the novel is set. It is definitely an emotional rollercoaster and not for the faint of heart!
The author does a phenomenal job at creating a sense of foreboding from the very beginning, which stays with the reader until the very end. The atmospheric dread helps create a dark and haunting narrative that is so heartbreakingly powerful it makes the story feel that much more real.
As far as the set up, I really enjoyed the story being told through journal entries, and the author does a great job at distinguishing whether we are reading the tale from Good Stab or from the priest himself. Even though we are meeting these characters through journal entries, it doesn't take away from them or the story and still allows room to connect with these intricate characters.
Reading Good Stab tell his tale is so hypnotizing and vivid it brings the setting to life in an almost tangible way, as well as makes it effortless to imagine the chilling horrors that we are being told.
It was really interesting reading the thoughts of the priest and his struggles as Good Stab tells him this tale, as he navigates what's going on in his Montana town, and ultimately why Good Stab has chosen him to tell his story to.This adds such a compelling layer to the story. As the story progresses, the vulnerabilities that Good Stab, and even the pastor go through, help create a more personal and universal tone to the novel as a whole.
There is so much to take away from this story. There are so many layers to this novel, and it left me thinking and wanting more. I know I will be coming back to this novel in my mind time and time again, and I'm already looking forward to my reread in March when it releases!
If you like vampires, historical fiction, gore and guts, or books that leave you thinking long after you've finished, this is definitely for you!

Thank you to Netgalley for the opportunity to read and review this book!

One of the finest books I’ve read. A stab to the heart, and the beat of a heart, too, elevating the reading to a feeling like climbing to a high place and looking back. From the rolling cadences of the language to characters rendered so fully I could see them and carry them with me between readings, this novel captured me. This is literature and storytelling of the most entertaining, essential, and indelible kind.

Stephen Graham Jones brings history to life with the nightmare truths of massacres and a rich depiction of lore, language–as rendered in English–and the ways of life of the tribes.

The buffalo will be with me for a long time. I visited the herd in Golden Gate park while I was a student. It was moving and intense to be transported back in time and experience their history.

The horror rises in layers, from creeping dread to crescendos still imprinted behind my eyes. By all measures, structure, pacing, suspense, characterization, and on through the ending, this novel hits the highest level. I relished the lore and excellent details of one of my favorite horror elements. I’ll leave it at that to avoid spoilers.

The heart and originality in this book knocked me out. This was my first book by Stephen Graham Jones. I need to read all of them now. Loved the acknowledgements, too.

For other readers who know buffalo hunting and the true brutality against the original people on the land will be upsetting to read: The detailed, disturbing scenes were painful, yet for me it didn't become too much or leave me depressed. The writing and finely-honed construction are so masterful I felt all of the events without becoming overwhelmed. The novel has a wide emotional range including love and wonder.

My highest recommendation for seasoned readers of horror, hard-hitting literary fiction, historical fiction, dark gothics, and / or #ownvoices novels. 
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4.75 stars.

This was such a fun novel to read! I loved the epistolary style as it worked really well for this book. I loved Good Stab, loathed Arthur, and was sort of ambivalent about Etsy until the end at which point I really loved her. I do have to say that I was hoping this would be an unreliable narrator story at some point, but it was not, which is the only reason I took a quarter of a star away. This was a great read! Eager to have it physically in my hands in March!

I was not expecting vampires when I picked up this novel. In my defense, I automatically pick up Stephen Graham Jones novels without reading the back because everything he does is brilliant. It was so wildly entertaining and done with his expected prose and complexity. I appreciated the style and structure of the storytelling, which added to the intrigue of the whole thing. That being said, it is not for everyone. It is bleak and unpleasant, but in a way that is undeniably interesting. It is something that will stay with me and I will keep thinking about.

Every Stephen Graham Jones book or short story I read sticks with me and I find myself thinking of them long after they’re read. I think this will be no exception.

The Buffalo Hunter Hunter is a meaningful read although not necessarily a fun one. Good Stab’s experience felt important and I’m glad to have read this. Jones has a unique take on vampirism and the concepts were really interesting. Fair warning that this novel is gruesome, so much so that at times I was wincing in public reading this. The writing was beautiful, lyrical almost, and Jones nailed the different time frames.

Highly recommend this book to horror lovers, just make sure you’re in the right headspace before picking this up!

Thank you to NetGalley and Saga Press for access to this eARC in exchange for an honest review!