Yu's story steps into a world shared by other mystical-type writers. In this piece, a composer comes to live in a boardinghouse--nothing very strange there. What is strange is the music that he plays, a variety never before heard that seems to have deadly control over the people who happen to hear it.
Arguably, this is the stuff of B horror movies, but I think the setting and the feel of the piece make this also the stuff of some of your Latin American writers like Carlos Fuentes, Julio Cortazar, and Jorge Luis Borges. The musician isn't just some vindictive evil one. He seems in fact to have some other worldly connection, as evidenced by the strange things found in his room and as emphasized by the fact the no easy explanation for the happenings is forthcoming. Much like fine music can spur feelings and emotions beyond our own understanding, Yu hints at the terrible power the irrational elements of art can have over people. Read the story here at Innsmouth Free Press.
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