The Body Harvest is a profoundly confusing reading experience. We follow protagonists Will and Olivia - in a strangely passive third-person omniscient voice, one I never got used to - two individuals who are addicted to being sick, and always chasing their next fix.
It's a simple - albeit disgusting - premise, and easy enough to understand - or, it would be, if the author didn't feel the need to obfuscate absolutely everything about it with alternately pretentious and cringe-worthy language that is at best, vague, and at worst, intentionally misleading. To give an example: Will and Olivia name the viruses they catch. These names are impossible to take seriously - ordinary names like Gregory, Charles, and Roderick - but why do they do this, other than to confuse the reader? Unless I missed it, it's ever explained, justified, or even hinted at; it's just baffling.
To revisit the passive narration: The text is littered with quotes like "Zaff is carried over to the couch, where he sleeps off an attack." He "is carried" by Will, so why not just say "Will carries Zaff to the couch"? Or "The woman is tortured" - BY ZAFF, so why not say "Zaff tortures the woman"? Or - again! - "The car takes her through the outskirts of the city", which makes it sound as if Olivia is being driven, when in fact OLIVIA IS DRIVING THE CAR. Direct action was removed as much as possible, rendering the action scenes staccato and stuttering and everything else near unreadable.
The Fight Club and American Psycho influences are clear, but The Body Harvest has none of their clarity of purpose or charm. The bottom line is, this concept is not as high-brow, weird, or interesting as Seidlinger seems to think it is, but as a post-pandemic narrative it could have stood on its own two feet had he just leant into its simplicity, rather than trying to elevate the horror. Unfortunately, he took the latter route, and this is the result.
Thanks to NetGalley and CLASH Books for providing me with an eARC in exchange for an honest review.