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Review: Finch by Jeff Vandermeer
Posted on: May 3, 2011
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Finch, by Jeff Vandermeer
Published in 2009
Where I got it: purchased new
why I read it: have enjoyed previous Vandermeer books
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John Finch hates his job. Hates watching his beautiful city of Ambergris crumble, destroyed, looted, rebuilt into something it shouldn’t be. He hates his “detective work”, informing on his friends and neighbors to his grey cap boss whose smile is all teeth, the Partials who follow him everywhere, recording everything he says and does with their fungally recording eyes. Hates what a fungal parasite is slowly but irrevocably doing to his best friend Wyte, the only man who knows all of Finch’s secrets. Hates how he always falls back to playing both sides, in hopes he can keep his friends and loved ones alive.
But most of all, Finch hates that there is no escape. Not from Ambergris, not from the grey caps, and not from who and what he is.
His latest cast, a double murder, defies description. Found in a nondescript apartment: One dead adult human male, one very dead grey cap of undetermined sex or age (if such a thing can ever be determined), amputated at the waist. Grey caps are pretty hard to kill, maybe he should take notes. The memory bulbs of the dead are useless, offering only hallucinations and impossible places. Through his network of spies and snitches, Finch learns who the dead man was. Someone impossible. Someone who couldn’t have been there because he’s been dead for a hundred years.
Finch and Wyte investigate and learn the mystery is about much more than just the dead man, it’s about what the dead man can do. Wyte is dying, has exacted a promise from Finch to help him, when the time comes. Wyte can’t fight the thing inside him much longer, and they both know he won’t go quietly.
Horns, by Joe Hill
Posted on: January 13, 2011
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If you like contemporary horror/suspense, you’ll probably enjoy Joe Hill’s Horns. The prose is smooth, the characters are interesting (if a little stereotypical), and that secondary reveal will just kick you in the head.
Ig really misses his girlfriend Merrin. High school sweethearts, he was a better person when he was with her. It’s been about a year since he lost her. About a year since they had a heated, drunken argument, and he left her, crying, in the parking lot outside the neighborhood bar. The next day her broken and mutilated body was found in the woods. A year later Ig is still a person of interest, and he tells himself that people believe him when he says he loved Merrin and would never do anything to hurt her.
And then he wakes up with horns. Little devil horns that encourage people to tell Ig their deepest darkest secrets, things they want to do, things they wish they did. Random people tell him they have been cheating, have been lying. His parents tell him he should kill himself. The local priest happily admits to indiscretions. After reading Horns, you’ll never again wish you had the power to read people’s minds.
The first hundred pages or so of Horns was the best part for me. Ig tries to figure out who can see his horns and who can’t, why people are telling him strange things. I expect many readers will get out kick out of some of these conversations. I know I did. He is the son of and brother to a trumpet players, and there is a few plays on words regarding How to Play Horns. I was suddenly interested to see how far Joe Hill was going to push this. Ig has become some kind of demon creature, he can influence people to say and do things they would never do. Imagine the possibilities!!
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This review was originally posted here. And here is a great article in the local paper about Schreiber, turns out he went to high school here? very cool.
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I admit that I haven’t read a ghost story in a really long time. This really too bad, because a good creepy psychological thriller/ ghost story is worth it’s weight in gold. Joe Schreiber’s No Doors, No Windows is one of those thrillers. As these types of stories usually do, it starts out normal enough. After many years away, Scott Mast has come home to small town New England for his father’s funeral. It’s a little awkward being home after all these years, trying to rebuild his relationship with his alcoholic brother Owen, and help take care of Owen’s young son Henry. Scott’s high school aquaintances are still floating around town, and he can’t help but drive past the old theater that took his mother’s life in a fire 15 years ago.
When Scott finds his father’s unfinished novel manuscript, he becomes obsessed with finishing the story about a young couple who live in a strange old house. When Scott finds the actual building, Round House, that inspired his father’s tale, he immediately moves in with high hopes. He explores the large home, and finds other artistic ventures by other family members – paintings, theater posters, other manuscripts. All unfinished, they involve horrific happenings in and around Round House, and Scott is hauntingly drawn to each of them. Can he unravel the Mast family curse before the curse unravels him? Read the rest of this entry »
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