The disconnection in the Donnellys had reached
an inhuman scale. Without a shred of truth or
dignity, their self-serving alienation minimizes our
own interactions or lack there of. The frightening
evolution of their respective plans is written
down and dirty. Without using the tawdry tool of
conjuring up bloody carnage, realism fl ourished
in full color using only a subtle tug to your own
imagination to visualize something even worse.
The uncanny is tethered in the backseat until the
entire clan arrives at the second reunion. After
relishing plates of steaming turkey, satisfying
answers to most of the enigmatic questions are
served up along with the after dinner liqueur.
Almost every scene is plot derived. The ‘treading
water’ problem found in a lot of popular fi ction
does not exist here. There is no fl oundering
along in a side eddy to fi ll you with boring and
nonessential information. The narrative is concise,
and the story races along as fast as the tricked out
Jaguar one of the characters in the novel owns.
The sparse rest areas are only there for ambience to
encourage terror or revulsion.
After the main story ends, a short story begins
dealing with a ghost town called Rickert Basin
near Waterbury, Vermont. It is a short prequel to
introduce a shadowy character in the background
of the main text. He’ll be one of the four individuals
in the novel to continue through-out the series