Breathe In, Bleed Out by Brian McAuley
Brian McAuley fleshes out a grisly tale marred with consequences. For Hannah, saying no becomes a life-altering event. Fleshed out on a snowy mountainside, Hannah's existence plunges into the abyss. Her life, once full of friends, has derailed into a depressive state. Her work has suffered, and her relationships have ceased to exist. Ben, her now-deceased boyfriend, is gone, taking any piece of comfort with him. A mandated hiatus from work allows time for self-reflection, and she soon accepts an invitation from Tess, her best friend, for a little spiritual R&R that might just be what the doctor ordered. Pax, our self-made guru, is eccentric. Toiling under a torment of excessive rules, Pax has created a private utopia with assurances to help the group’s mindsets. Unfortunately for our cast, the town has a long-standing legend about vicious miners, who are led by Waylon Barlow, who wears a pitchfork and dons a large-brimmed hat. Is there truth to the stories from the townfolk? McAuley reminds me why I adored 80s-style horror, driving the pitchfork full force into the rock face and also readers' veins.
I am a sucker for that horror trope, Scooby-Doo-style who-dun-it ala Scream movies of yesteryear. I took a chance on the book cover. In all its glory, it spoke to me. Chewable, it said, follow me to the dark side, to that place where bad people reside. I gladly followed our characters to a secluded area, ripe for nefarious actions. Interesting characters in tow, I watched the book skitter its way along a cavern filled with treachery, mindful of a spiritual awakening. There is playfulness abound, as McAuley teases the reader with comedic prowess, only to unleash a morbid scene marked for death. McAuley sticks to a plan, reminiscent of so many movies I have previously loved in my younger years. There was no overthinking, no fluff for the sake of descriptive words or unneeded missteps, just straight to the point.
Appreciative. That is my feeling. Kudos to an author who maintained the integrity of what I love about this genre. Sometimes I want to kick back and revel in the simplicity of a chainsaw, Freddy Krueger's bladed fingers, or a red-headed doll with a slight anger management issue. It’s fun, and in this case, I was a detective throughout my read-through as I tried to remember any subtle hints and telltale signs of the killer’s identity. The book comes with the usual warnings of gore and excessive violence. I am giving this 4.5 out of 5 stars, solidly rounding up to 5 stars. Highly recommend!
Many thanks to Poisoned Pen Press for the ARC through NetGalley in exchange for my honest review.