You will not be passively led along a familiar garden path, but prodded, as if at knifepoint, on a hero’s quest, between rocks that seem alive, by plants that creep, or pounce, maul, and bite. Did we say you can handle the dangers you’ll face, the macabre fantasies or the insolent grace? There’s no merit in dealing with Sunday-school platitudes. Nothing here is forbidden. It’s much like tax collectors and headmistresses. If you’re afraid, it’s only because you’re facing your own fears. Everything else is deft execution.