The Giftie Gien

Jerome Chester Chisholm was a perfectly satisfactory sales manager, which is to say he was unbearable. He dismissed his struggling employees with a smile, radiated confidence in his own brilliance, and never once wondered what anyone thought of him. Then he was murdered, and everything became complicated. In the surreal afterlife that follows, Chisholm encounters a demon and a parade of everyone he's ever known: the employees he crushed, the rivals he destroyed, the lovers he abandoned. But here's the horror that makes this story linger: they all start merging together, becoming a single grotesque figure. Him. The real him. The one he's spent forty years refusing to see. Jameson writes with the sharp glee of a man who knows exactly how satisfying it is to pop a ego. This 1943 gem is pure speculative fiction noir, a moral fable dressed up in gaslight atmosphere. It asks the question every successful person fears: what if you're not the person you think you are? For fans of dark fantasy and anyone who's ever left a room convinced they're the hero when everyone else remembers them differently.