by Rose Guildenstern
Everybody loves a good ghost story. This is most definitely not a “good” ghost story.
Everyone longs to be loved—but what if love itself is the problem? What if the love story we wish for is really the ghost of a story we’re afraid to remember?
What if—for each and every one of us—the stories we love to read again and again are really the lost love story disguised by the penumbra of our own forgetting?
Most importantly, what if life itself is the greatest love story, told over and over because nobody wants to admit the god-awful truth?
Until one day we have no choice but to confront the horror, or all of us will become ghosts and love will cease to be as being itself is annihilated.
Iago’s Penumbra is a retelling of chilling lies to scare us so that we, at last, perchance stop lying to ourselves. Just as The Graveyard Book reimagined Kipling’s The Jungle Book and His Dark Materials reshaped Milton’s Paradise Lost, Iago’s Penumbra is a modern treatise on love and the darkness that redeems us, rooted in the works of Shakespeare—with a little philosophy, physics, and Lovecraft thrown in, just for fun.