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Mr Shivers by Robert Jackson Bennett (view source)
Revision as of 12:29, 11 December 2009
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This man is mysterious but his face is marked by unmistakably horrific scars and as he travels, Connelly finds he is not the only man grieving loved ones. Mr Shivers, it seems, leaves nothing but death in his wake. And so Connelly teams up with others like him and they track the killer right across the states, picking up more and more alarming stories as they go. Mr Shivers is known by more than one name and as the mythologies surrounding him are told, Connelly begins to realise that his quarry may be more than human. How far will Connelly go to pursue his revenge? Will he betray his friends? Will he sell his soul?
Wow. I ''loved'' this book. I haven't read any horror since forever, so I'm not really up with how the genre is going. ''Mr Shivers'', though, isn't pure horror, and if you're after blood and guts straight from the get go then it probably isn't for you. In fact, Bennett seems to have fused so many genres that he has succeeded rather well in elevating his book above the norm for all of them. The overall feel is of a revenge Western, with poor Connelly's original devastating loss getting overlaid by more and more losses as he closes in on retribution. And we all know what a dreadful cycle that is. But there's also some Steinbeck in the wonderful portrayal of dustbowl and hobo society during the Great Depression and there's a real sense of Americana about it. Then, of course, there's the supernatural thriller-come-horror, which is muted at first and comes almost languorously to the fore - Connelly is not an impulsive or hasty man and the book's pace perfectly matches his very internalised character.
In fact, in casting about for something I ''didn't'' like, I'm rather lost for words. I loved the writing, which is stylish and quite understated, although the visual elements become stronger as the supernatural narrative comes to the fore. There are no purple passages. The dialogue is absolutely wonderful with a great deal said in admirably few words - and again, this mirrors the very private central character who is frozen in grief. There's an overwhelming sense of inevitability pervading the entire book and while its denouement is fairly obvious from about halfway in, it does nothing to alleviate the horrible, horrific tragedy of it all. And the whole thing comes in at under 350 pages - a huge thumbs up for tight and focussed storytelling from me.
I think Orbit have a hit on their hands.
If contrition rather than revenge is your thing, you could try [[Brother Odd by Dean Koontz]].
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