This is the real world, the one where shot people stay shot, dead people stay dead. Or it was, anyway.
OK, "It Came from Del Rio" is my second Stephen Graham Jones book, where I'm doing my best to get to go through his catalogue while not going broke (sorry, but overseas some of his more popular books translated into Anglais can be riiiiiiight 'spensive). The first was "Zombie Bake-Off" a wacky melange of a group of professional wrestlers, cooking show fans, and food spiked with the zombie virus. "ZBO" was pretty basic but fun and about as straightforward as a bizarro adventure like that could be under the circumstances. Not Shakespeare, no, but gory, splattery fun for the whole family!
This was before I died, though. When I still could die.
On the other hand, "Del Rio" was … um … ok, what exactly the hell was it about, can someone help me here? I will say that this book was to me in fact two separate stories - interconnected, sure, but very different in terms of style and, well, essentially my understanding of each. The first half was what I'll call "The Story of Dodd", or "Dodd" as its labelled in the book. Dodd - yep, that's his real name - is an ex-bank robbing and even more ex-special forces guy who after a particularly bad job where his wife and mother of his daughter, Laurie, was killed - has absconded to Mexico with his little girl in tow. Naturally, just to make ends meet - and because he happens to be very good at it - he is a bona fide "stuff runner", making his way regularly back and forth between countries for whomever has the money to pay, no questions asked. I put it that way because he never really worried about what kind of goods and/or cargo he was running as long as, again, he got paid. Guy and his kid gotta eat, right?
I could pretend this was all just a movie, and that I was the outlaw hero.
And thus begins the craziness of part 1 which I have to admit I didn't entirely follow. Jones has a style that sometimes traverses logic, placement, and even time. There were parts where we were suddenly looking at something from the past or perhaps even well into the future. You know, flashbacks but also something else that was not the easiest to follow as Dodd examined, well, everything about his life ("I’m in Hell. It’s not as lonely as you’d think, though."). But to say the author puts his protagonist through the wringer where the rolls are covered in glass just to make it extra excruciating as the squeeze is applied would be an understatement. I think a lot of the confusion I felt while following Dodd from punto A al punto B is that we're made to suffer just as he is, where hunger and thirst and maybe being snacked on by ravenous coyotes are the least of his troubles. He's under tremendous pressure in the harshest of conditions where unbeknownst to any of us at that point, he's essentially carrying something that could very well end the world. No worries, right? What could possibly go wrong? Hang on, I've got a list here, all laminated and ready to go…
If plutonium at the center of a bomb was dangerous, then this was hell on earth.
Then just as suddenly we reach the second half of the book which we'll conveniently call "The Story of Laurie" (which Jones just labels "Laurie", so yeah, I'm being fancy again). Now Laurie has been through the wringer as well since we now know her dad never showed up again those fifteen years ago (boing! time jump!). In fact, Laurie has been taken in and adopted by Refugio Romo who, in a weird twist of fate, was actually her original father's biggest adversary in the whole border goings on in the past. Now they're BOTH working for Border Control - the United States side naturally - when some very scary ghosts begin to appear in terms of dead bodies that aren't just simply dead bodies. Let's just say that at this stage, if you have any expensive electronics you don't want fried, then leave them at home. Same goes for human skin, textiles, and basically any organic or inorganic matter. Funny how radiation works, right? Only this isn't really radiation, is it?
Stand close enough to me these days, and you start to cook from the inside out.
It's the second half of this book - told essentially as if it were a dictated legal statement by Laurie to explain some less-than-fully-above-board things she does - where I think SGJ does his best work, even if may arguably be the less original half of the book. Still, about this time, once the bodies start piling up - including names mentioned long ago - and weird clues are left about like some kind of rotting chupacabra corpse (funny that!), it gets really tense and more than a little eerie. Just trust me on this … noting if the cows or birds or any kind of other non-humans won't drink the water, you shouldn't either. Add into all this a well-meaning and actually very clever conspiracy theorist radio host and Laurie soon finds herself in a situation that defies either logic or, perhaps better said, a sane explanation. Surely after all these years her father is not still alive, is he? Well, arguably, we find out that technically he probably isn't. No, but that sure as hell doesn't explain the sightings of Hell Bunny - newly crowned urban legend and folk hero - all over this particular corner of Texas.
I have no idea how many times I rotted to bones over those fourteen years, and grew back…
So at the end of the day, my call is that I really enjoyed this well-paced - I wouldn't necessarily say fast - read even if I didn't probably follow every last step we take. Still, the longer I sit here and dwell on it, the more it seems to seep positively into my subconscious and make much more sense. Maybe it'll take around a week to fully … oh shit, I just caught that reference! Anyway, in particular, I really liked what I thought was an original story for just how effed up this particular batch of "cargo" wound up being and think there's real potential for more on that. However, I've also got to admit that I don't entirely understand why so many people are placing the book on their "zombie" shelves. I mean, yeah, something happens to Dodd - as well as a ton of his enemies, several fluffles of rabbits, and whatever those poor deformed creatures in the desert had going on - but I think we wind up with a fairly happy ending as far as "my friend is dead and my dad is a glowing monster" can be called happy. Maybe it's more like all the comics these days: sure, you favorite hero can die but just wait a few issues, they'll be back, no problem!