The first chapter of this strange and quirky novel is the weirdest first chapter I’ve ever read. I almost put the book down out of frustration, as it was pretty incomprehensible. I’m so glad I didn’t.
I don’t have a clue how to categorize this book: mystery, suspense, police procedural, supernatural nightmare, psychological thriller, all of the above? But honestly, who cares? It’s a great read, so I decided not to get hung up on what pigeon hole to put it in.
Benjamin Cady is a seemingly regular guy who experiences dreamlike states in which he sees vivid violent horrifying visions of murder and mayhem. Is he reliving a past too horrible to confront, or is he simply delusional? Things go from bad to worse as one terrifying event after another happens to or is perpetrated by the characters. Nothing is the least bit predictable, which makes for great suspense.
Ben’s life intersects with that of a gritty LAPD homicide detective named Jim Banquer, who reopens a cold murder case, after which more murders occur. Who is Ben really? Is Ben tied to the murder(s)? Why is Banquer so obsessed with these murders? What’s with Lieutenant Michaels and Detective Mendez? What is the importance of Ben’s Grandmother and the world’s best peanut butter and jelly sandwich?
These questions will all be on the final exam. Meantime, you’re in for a nail-biting, heart-palpitating, unable-to-put-it-down mystery thrill ride (I finished the book at 4 a.m.). Do take that ride.
Warning: the body count and blood spill are huge, even more than your typical noir detective novel. If you are queasy about such things, beware.
There are so many fascinating and memorable characters, and there are so many facets of the plot left unresolved, that I suspect a sequel will be coming. I do hope so.