While working on a docudrama about Lizzie Bordon, Jenny Marlow's in-laws are inexplicably murdered, a black wreath is sent to her door, a channeler sees a frightening vision, and death begins to stalk the people in Jenny's life. Original.
Dennis William Etchison was an American writer and editor of fantasy and horror fiction. He is a multi-award winner, having won the British Fantasy Award three times for fiction, and the World Fantasy Award for anthologies he edited.
Dennis Etchison may have been an outstanding editor, but as a writer of novels, he stunk. This is the third novel of his I've read, and while the threat and horror feels more solid here than in the other two books, there still isn't much to elicit any fear or dread. It falls into the "Who's the killer?" trope, without giving it anything new or original.
The plot (such as it is) revolves around a couple trying to get their docu-drama about Lizzie Borden green-lit for television. There are also some murders happening, along with a New Age-y seance of sorts, and it's a mess. The characters don't feel realized, the plot wanders, and there's no atmosphere. I think Etchison was trying for atmosphere by being overly descriptive, but it doesn't gel.
The weird thing is I like Etchison's style. It's succinct and direct, but the story he's telling with that style doesn't connect. His style is the only thing saving this book from a one-star review, but even then, I wouldn't recommend it, even to fans of horror.
Decent little thriller marred by a terrible ending. Also, it does nothing with the Hollywood commentary or the Lizzie Borden connection. Also also... possibly the worst use of a red herring I've ever seen.
Etchison is considered one of the horror field's best editors.....so I expected this book to be somewhat brilliant. Not so. One of the worst books I've read in years.
I read this because I wanted to see what the novel's theory for the Lizzie Borden murders would be. The theory, and the novel as a whole, were good, but nothing spectacular.