Review: Victorian Psycho

4 stars. It's not like we haven't seen this before... in many shapes and sizes. But this one effectively - delightfully - evokes its granddaddy in all the ways that matter. Consider me deeply impressed. And disgusted. 

The Victorian psycho in question is Winifred Notty, newly appointed governess to the Pound children at Ensor House. Her wards, Andrew and Drusilla, are insufferable, though nothing compared to their dreadful parents. But Miss Notty is full of surprises, and secrets, and when guests arrive for the Christmas holiday, bloody chaos ensues.

Sharp and clever in so many ways, Victorian Psycho is a great time. It pulls a lot from the classic: the protagonist’s topsy turvy grasp on reality, dark and creative kills, etc., but this book is shorter, tighter, and simpler than its American predecessor. It still manages to weave a rich tapestry of disturbing characters. Nobody is spared by the murderess, or the author. And it's hilarious.

Check TWs. I can't recall having read a more graphic book.

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Review: The Black Angel (Charlie Parker #5)

3 stars. Recovering from a major life interruption (an injured partner, resulting in pseudo-single parenthood, during my biggest and busiest work month of the entire year - honestly it seems trite to spell it out like that but when I tell you I am tired), which means I gave this book a big ole break at the 50% mark. Jumping back in was easier than expected, though, and that's a testament to the story.

In The Black Angel, poor, haunted Charlie Parker is pulled into an investigation to locate a relative of Louis'. He discovers that her disappearance is tangled up in a treasure hunt of sorts for an icon, an icon that supposedly reveals the location of a fallen angel. Yes, an actual fallen angel. Meanwhile, balancing the dark world of his work and his new family proves impossible.

I have to admit - I'm not tired of these books yet. I'm notorious for jumping ship... it's been a longtime goal to finish the series I start. It hasn't been easy - in fact, I might call it downright challenging considering how dense and detailed these particular books are - but it has been rewarding, and honestly interesting to consume a story this way. Charlie Parker's evolution is fascinating. Still, I could use a character guide! My memory just isn't that strong anymore.

A couple of things I reacted negatively to, in this one: 1) how quickly and deeply this turned into horror fantasy. Don't get me wrong - I love horror. It's my primary genre. And I know previous books foreshadowed this. It just felt a little strange to me, like instead of an onramp we were thrown off a cliff. Like the author had an idea for a different series in a different genre but decided to plop Charlie into it because it was easier. He does his best - there are references to how things from previous books fit into the narrative - but ... idk. It felt a little bit like retconning? Allowed but annoying. 2) The writing. Amazing, but not without faults... an overreliance on "for," for one (ex: he went to the store, for he was hungry; he pulled out his umbrella, for it was raining). 3) The fatphobic and sexist elements, leftover from a previous space and time, sure, but also forming a pattern not so easily ignored in this one. 

A couple of things I really enjoyed: 1) Brightwell. The villains in this series are UNBEATABLE. 2) The religious lore/mythology. What a fascinating idea for religious horror!! Takes the Chosen One trope to a whole new/intricate level. 3) The treasure hunt concept. It's actually quite complicated in classic Connolly style, but I was happy to stick with it. The way he unfolds things is really interesting - he zooms in and out in unique ways. This lends itself to incredibly detailed (boring) tangents and deep dives into history and organized crime, but also feels really characteristic of the universe and not a dealbreaker.

Time for a quick break, but I'm excited to jump back in.

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Review: The White Road (Charlie Parker #4)

5 stars. Oh man. So dark. So good. Feeling a little worn out by some of the similar themes and plot devices - oh no, is Rachel in danger again? - but I still absolutely devoured this, and delighted in the way things went so super disgusting, disturbing, and dare I say - demonic. 

The White Road actually opens with a familiar trope: Charlie Parker is called down to South Carolina to help an old friend, a lawyer, defend a young man accused of murdering his lover. The victim: a member of a wealthy and influential white family in Charleston. The accused: a poor Black kid from a rival family whose mother and aunt disappeared without a trace decades ago. 

Parker's investigation reveals way more than expected, including an evil that goes back farther than the crime. Meanwhile, the villain of the last book, Reverend Faulkner, puts in motion a plan to exact his revenge and avoid rotting in jail like he deserves.

Who is guilty, who is innocent; justice versus vengeance; monsters old and new and unlikely; shame; madness; human nature. If I had read this 15 years ago I probably would not have thought of it as political as I do now. It does not shy away from aspects of America that require uncomfortable but necessary examination. It feels especially harrowing today, as America slides backwards under our feet. On the other hand, it almost makes the ending that much more satisfying.

This series often comes recommended for fans of True Detective, but I have to say - I didn't really sense those vibes in the first 3. In The White Road, though: not only does Connolly immerse you in the deep South (impressively, for an Irishman), he makes you sit there for a while, mosquito-bitten, sweaty, suffocated by the hate and blood that poisons the land down there. It did remind me of TD, seasons 1 and 3 specifically, and I look forward to chewing on the themes that crisscross both works.

I've been so curious to see how Connolly makes the supernatural/paranormal elements more apparent as the series goes on. It could've so easily gone cheesy, or lame, or out-of-place. I was pleasantly surprised, and creeped out - in a good way. I also adored the connections to one of my favorite themes in "The Wasteland," Dante's Inferno, etc. This is literary horror first, everything else second. 

This book really does stand out as fairly spectacular on all levels, from the sentence structure/word choice to the intricate (I needed a visual character web) plotting and pacing to the vibrancy and vibes and to the overall storytelling. More than once I was reminded of a certain prolific horror author who does it better than anyone; who goes deep and wide, and dark. 

Yep, as I mentioned: super dark, super disturbing - on almost self-indulgent levels. Check TWs. You've been warned. I need a palette cleanser. 

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Review: Pilgrim

3 stars. Pilgrim is hailed as an obvious successor to the medieval horror giant Between Two Fires, and I can't disagree. It initially follows a German knight and a diverse group of companions as they embark on a dangerous journey to transport a sacred relic. And then their caravan is hit with a major sandstorm, from which they emerge under different stars. This new land, to say the least, is dark and full of terrors, and complicates their quest, which quickly becomes to return home. In a time rich with spiritual belief, superstition, and religious conflict, the knight and his crew face profound revelations amid threats from demons both physical and internal.

On paper, I should not have slogged through this - and yes, the action sequences / monster episodes got and kept my attention. But something about the writing had me chipping away at an uncharacteristically slow speed. The first eight chapters or so, especially. I really wanted to get the details straight, and learn the characters head to toe. I wanted to get their names and heritages and motives down so I could enjoy the wild ride. So I read and re-read those chapters many times, waiting for things to click into place. 

It didn't quite work. The story picked up, but even at the halfway point, I was SMH like how can cosmic religious horror be so... boring? I wasn't not enjoying it, it was just... sloggy. Heavy, dense, bogged down. As creative and cosmic as the imagery was, it was also excessively descriptive, and repetitive. Sometimes it felt like reading a textbook.

But yeah: in addition to the fact that he knows his way around a thesaurus, the author is obviously very talented. One review mentions giving this book 5 stars despite not enjoying it, because it's such a layered, detailed, researched accomplishment. It is incredibly impressive: a historical tapestry of interesting characters, vivid worlds, and grotesque monsters. (He has his favorite words - "slavering" - and his favorite phrases - "gaping maw" - but I digress.) There's a lot of philosophical dialogue - some of it really dripping with angst. The author clearly had a very specific vision for this story and I'd say he likely achieved it for himself. The horror elements are stunning - and stunningly disgusting. 

There's a good chance that if you enjoyed BTF, you'll enjoy this. But go in knowing it's not the same book. If I was more knowledgeable about the big religions, their deities, their origin stories, their myths and legends, and their theistic dynasties, I probably would’ve connected with it more. And I genuinely wish that I did. Religious clash and overlap is something I'm interested in and fascinated by. But this, over and over again, even on the final page, felt like something for the experts. 

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Review: The Killing Kind (Charlie Parker #3)

3 stars. Can I get a round of applause for this villain?! Wow - arachnophobes be warned: stay far, far away - this book is not for you. Charlie's back and (surprise, surprise) gets pulled into a particularly twisted case involving a cult leader, the disappearance of his followers, and the death of a young woman investigating his potential reemergence. 

Charlie is still quite literally haunted, and beginning to come to terms with what seems to be a new calling, or drive, to fight for the dead. I'm really enjoying his journey, and the way the supernatural elements continue to unfold. I've always appreciated that Charlie is not a superhero; he experiences fear and trauma and makes mistakes. He gets worn down, he trembles, he has nightmares... but he isn't ashamed of any of this. 

This book zipped right along, but I found it to be a bit weaker than the first two structure-wise. Connolly has pulled the "he's still alive" rug before, so it packed less of a punch in this one, a hit only weakened further by his lack of screen time. Any other twists are kind of telegraphed as well. And the victim? Didn't really feel an emotional connection. No, the plot of this book is merely a vehicle to showcase the creative and cartoonish Mr. Pudd, who is absolutely ridiculous. I loved every inch of him all the same.

Rachel is not my favorite, nor is the trope utilized (a bit cheaply IMO) in the final chapter. I've mentioned this in my reviews for the first two - she's just too obviously written by a man. Angel and Louis, though, man - those two are the best found family ever. I continue to be pleasantly surprised by the sheer American-ness of the writing. America's huge, and Connolly manages to really capture some of its darkest, and lightest, pockets.

I’m starting to get a hang on what to expect from this series: dark, grim, moody mysteries with a lot of detail and focus on the investigator rather than the crime, or the criminals. Can't wait to keep reading.

Review: Dark Hollow (Charlie Parker #2)

4 stars. What a STORY. Thick with dread, atmosphere, and mystery - I'm slowly breaking in my Charlie Parker shoes and I love the way they feel so far. The way everything fell into place in the final quarter? Worth the journey 100%. That is some genius plotting right there, even if the pacing isn't totally on the same level. But these books are maybe meant to be a little dense, a little bloated, a little wearisome. This is not a Dan Brown sort of popcorn thriller, with short chapters and ridiculous cliffhangers that zip you right along. It's much more character- and detail-driven.

Almost a year after the murder of his wife and child, Charlie Parker gets caught up in a new mystery that pivots into another mystery that careens him into yet another mystery before tying everything up in a crazy violent bow. The ingredients are as follows: the murder of a young woman and her child, in the process of leaving a toxic relationship; the missing man she was leaving; the local mob organization, after the money he stole; the trail of bodies connected; the young couple caught up in it all; and then there's the man chosen - by forces out of his control - to investigate; the ghosts that haunt him; and the friends he makes along way :)

It sounds like a lot because it is. Poor Bird - he's been through it, he's going through it, and he'll go through it for like 20 more books. But I love that he learns about himself, and about the world, and he changes accordingly. I mentioned this in my review of the first book - I love that he isn't a loner. I mentioned the final quarter above - I can't not say how much I absolutely adored the big reveal, and the action really just didn't stop from there. Finally, there is a lot of praise for beloved couple Louis and Angel out there, and it's well-deserved. They are really special.

Onto the quibbles: it's a bit dated - I smelled sympathy for abusers, I smelled fat-shaming, I smelled gratuitousness, and I smelled poorly-written female characters. The level of detail is also sometimes, like, insane. The descriptions of certain locations dragged down the momentum a bit, and there is also an interesting obsession with when, how, and where people find and eat their meals. But I think at the end of the day that's just part of the book's charm and quirkiness - I will absolutely be continuing with the journey moving forward.

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Review: Every Dead Thing (Charlie Parker #1)

4 stars. Man, I would love to see this adapted. Can you imagine how gritty the soundtrack would be? There are at least 2 seasons here - I wonder how much it influenced True Detective. There’s just so much potential it’s gross. Can’t wait to dive into the rest of the series.

After the tragic and brutal murder of his wife and child, private detective Charlie Parker takes a case to track down a missing woman connected to a wild crime family. Almost immediately the people orbiting the disappearance begin to die. As he pieces together the clues around the conspiracy, his family’s killer continues to stalk and haunt his every waking - and sleeping - moment.

Charlie Parker is different. Not only does he willingly rely on the help of his friends, he values them. He knows when they need space and respects them for it, and earns their respect in return. He recognizes when he’s out of his depth, he knows he’s a walking mess, and a magnet for danger. But he doesn’t just push people away like your classic baggage-laden detective. He’s haunted (literally), but not just by what or who he’s lost, also by his own choices and actions. He’s pretty self-aware for a grizzly anti-heroic detective.

It took me awhile to read this because it’s kind of dense, and requires close attention to detail. There are a ton of names and faces to remember, anecdotes to recall, and swirling points of context that you’ll blink and miss if you aren’t careful. I went back a lot, mostly to re-read character introductions. Still - all of this is part of why it’s addicting to read. The world building is incredible. So many have said these books need paring down, but what exactly would you cut?

Despite being written by an Irish author, this book feels super American. I have to point that out because it’s not always done so successfully - have you ever encountered a character from Los Angeles, for example, referring to people as “bruv?” Cultural anachronisms abound since the explosion of self publishing. Connolly carefully avoids it.

Sure, it’s a little dated. You can smell it in his descriptions of characters - especially the women. But it’s progressive in other ways. I highly recommend for fans of detective mysteries, noir fiction, and atmospheric thrillers where the setting is a character and the burn is - not slow exactly, but worth savoring and chewing on before swallowing. An excellent beginning.

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Review: A Congregation of Jackals

4 stars. Brutal, violent, and disturbing - also exceptional, captivating, moving, even funny at times. I recently watched the movie Bone Tomahawk and it was an immediate favorite, so naturally now I’m obsessed with anything and everything similar. This author is an auto-buy.

A Congregation of Jackals tells the tale of four ex-cons, if you will; three of whom who travel to the Montana Territory for the fourth’s wedding - knowing an old nemesis has discovered the event and will seek his revenge. The narrative brings each of them, the bride-to-be, her father the sheriff, and several others into a real tangled ticking time bomb of a situation. And then it explodes.

Zahler is an excellent writer and craftsman. He pulls no punches and holds no prisoners. It’s addictive. The dialogue is crunchy and the characterizations are wonderful. He builds tension, and deploys it, like no other. Sure, it’s a little tropey, but Westerns are lush with them anyway. I like the way he handles the classic themes and motifs.

I know Western horror is a growing genre - this book should be considered a cornerstone. Check TWs. It’s not just Zahler’s vivid descriptions of violence, he is simply quite imaginative when it comes to making his characters suffer. It’s visceral and creative and cringe-inducing and emotional. I loved every sick moment.

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Review: The Child Thief

5 stars. An epic adventure start to finish. Brom is incredible - what an imagination. I couldn’t predict anything in this story, which is magic to a reader like me; refreshing and memorable. Leave it to him to take Peter Pan and transform it into something incredibly dark and layered and complex, although like many beloved fairy tales, this one actually is a little less charming than it appears at first look back.

Weaving many familiar elements into a twisty, action-packed narrative, Brom gives Peter a new setting, a new tribe of followers, a new mission, and new enemies. Loyal to his Lady, a goddess who protects her enchanted island with a dangerous mist, the elven trickster recruits young lost souls from the human realm to fight with him against invasive threats; primarily, a group of settlers transformed into evil, fanatical creatures… plus some other stuff: an egomaniacal heir running around, an insane demon-obsessed reverend, some fancy swords, pixies, trolls, a river hag… also, everyone is generally just haunted and troubled.

It is kind of a lot to keep track of. Multiple times I questioned if the rich layers of exposition would be worth it or if they felt a bit superfluous. But it is a grand story on a grand scale, and ultimately I enjoyed the ride. Who am I to turn my nose up at multiple climactic twists, multiple fearsome antagonists, multiple character evolutions? Felt like the season of a tv show! Just… prepare for a long journey.

We get the story from Peter’s perspective and that of Nick, an older new recruit who transforms into a strong ally. The writing is cinematic and graphic - it's a deeply violent and disturbing book. While not exactly subtle, the themes are important: religious fanaticism and blindness, running away and coming of age, the ostracism of the different, the tragic futility of war and using violence as means to an end.

Glad I have more Brom to chew on. I want him to tackle every fairy tale - how would he twist The Little Mermaid? Narnia? The Nutcracker? I’d trust anything in his capable hands.

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Review: The Lesser Dead

5 stars. By far one of the most refreshing vampire books I’ve ever read. Horrific and bloody but full of style and flair - maybe even a touch of whimsy. This is my third Buehlman and it’s fair to say all of his books are totally and delightfully distinct. His take on vampires, though, is exactly as fresh and scary as you’d expect from a genius.

The Lesser Dead is a dark character study of Joey Hiram Peacock, a vampire who was turned at 14 in the 1930s. Now living in NYC in the 70s, he’s found a sort of group - coven - who live and hunt together out of Subway tunnels. They are strong as a unit, helping and protecting each other from discovery. Until they encounter something stronger.

It did take me longer than normal to get through this, as it is more of a character study than an active narrative - until the action starts, which it does, brutally. Not for the faint of heart. It sort of sneaks up on you… Joey’s voice is charming, and kind of warm, a bit rogue and forgivably superficial. Cute. And the other vampires in his found family - the world building is super amazing, as is the lore, but the characters bring it all together. I would love more from this dark universe!

And then that ending. Holy fuckaroni, I did not see that shit coming. The whole point of the entire book may have been that gut punch of a twist, but I don’t even care. Beautifully done, really chilling, almost playful. Tempted to do a re-read now that I know what I know. There's a lot more brilliance here than I even realized.

Imagine vampires being scary again, like truly not sexy or sparkly at all. Monsters. It’s like that, and you’ll love it.

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