I was beyond flattered last fall when director Mike Flanagan, a longtime friend of Wild Fell, reached out to invite the novel to make a “book cameo” in his then-upcoming Netflix series, Midnight Mass. Now, several episodes into what critics are calling his most powerful and personal work to date (an assessment with which I heartily concur) I don’t have the words to express what an honour it's been to have Wild Fell be even a fraction of a frame of this utter masterpiece. Having taken the Midnight Mass fan vow of silence, I have no spoilers except these two: first, as a viewer, having your heart broken by a piece of filmed art is never a bad thing; secondly, I'm renewed in my longstanding belief that, at its best, horror is the clearest lens through which to explore the mysteries, agonies, joys, and terrors of human existence. And Midnight Mass is horror at its absolute best.
