In the early dawn of horror, the feather has scribbled over ink that has dried overnight. The dedication of the author to pose a tale of torment leaves much to be deliberated & interpreted. The reader, longing for something sweet, like an orange fresh from the snapping twig, will curl their snarl into a smile, hopeful for what is to come. So, too, had I sat with my eagerness after I learnt that Medina had written a new story. I pen this review with a sorrow that is distinguishable by its sulking disappointment; this story left me wanting everything that it did not have to offer. As can sometimes be the case, I find that the target reader is no mirror image of myself & is rather a wanderer of the realm of nightmares from the dreamland where Nemo sits surrounded by soft clouds.
I begin this review with the cruel acknowledgement that Medina has returned to his earlier style. When I first discovered the author, it was via his second book, “Indian Burial Ground” (2024); a story that penned a terribly morose narrative about grief, loss, self-harm, & sorrow. I was so pleased by the torment of a grovelling devil in the night that I eagerly sought out his first novel, “Sisters of the Lost Nation” (2023).
What I want to highlight via these comparisons is that Medina’s distinct style appeases the genre of morbid Literary Fiction more so than it does that of Horror. Indeed, Medina’s skill is in bringing his characters to life. Although they have quirks & quips the likes of which will disgruntle even the most patient of readers, their essential nature makes them real.
I can hardly say that I took a chance on this third book. In truth, the moment I saw mention that Medina would be publishing another novel, I was eager to devour it for myself. As a cannibal over the lush landscape of the familiar, I grovelled over the porous desire that I might be given the opportunity for an early read. My lucky stars were aligned & the novel fell into my greedy hands & without waiting much longer than necessary, only so long as to finish the book I had in hand, I began poring through the pages of the haunt Medina had crafted.
In essence, this is a story about despair. Henry is a budding you man; eager to fornicate with his long-term love interest, get drunk, make spooky videos he publishes on YouTube, & daydream of being a renowned figure in popular culture. Henry’s character is oddly shaped; he reads as very young, but indeed any reader, such as me, who is older than Henry will require some extra patience as Henry maneuvers his way through the real world—a place he has remained sheltered from. This seems an odd observation, as Henry is not twelve years old. Yet, the main character appeases the immature vagabond spirit of the West, who imagine themselves grand & great simply because of their age & gender.
Henry’s desires shape the narrative. The plot is split into two: the examination of the past, notably the lead-up to the event that resulted in Henry becoming paralyzed from the chest down, & the second portion taking place in the present as Henry adjusts to life following his accident.
This is a curious approach & one that I did appreciate. However, the nature of the story itself left me unsatisfied. That is to say, this book is not a horror; it is not scary or spooky. Although I note that every genre, particularly horror, will be subject to the experiences & impressions of each person, Henry’s story is one of exploring the frustrating reality of a young man who has become paralyzed & whose dreams are crushed. The story is not about ghosts & goblins or paranormal oddities. These aspects play a sneaking secondary role to the main subject of the story.
Should a reader endeavour to eagerly read this book as I did, they may, too, find themselves disappointed by the story. That is not to say that there is no place for a story that explores the harsh reality of a person whose entire life is upended by circumstance, but rather that this book was sold as a horror & it, in no way, delivered on its promise.
Indeed, the story features what Henry would call fake & fostered horrors. Henry’s YouTube channel features the exploration of haunted locations around town, but for a person who has lived within the real world, the twist curved like a Twizzler far sooner than Henry’s courage allows him to admit.
Henry’s online persona has been fabricated to gain notoriety. The haunted locations he explores with his friends, where they encounter signs from the paranormal, are each imagined & well-crafted situations that Henry has put in place. Surely, a person who has lived with the internet as long as I have will appreciate that this is a common occurrence. As the prevalence of Artificial Intelligence grows, this phenomenon will increase as well. Therefore, I note that what Henry has undertaken, although corny, speaks to a real desire that many people foster to become recognized & receive validation from their community, whether those familiar with them or strangers.
Unfortunately, during one of Henry’s escapades, whereby he tortures an unsuspecting victim with a fabricated haunting, the victim in question dies. This situation is difficult to describe as it comes out of left field. The reader who has consumed each of Medina’s books will have become familiar with his cast of characters. In his typical style, Medina has included the community of his imagined world, one that reflects reality, into this third book, too. It felt comforting to meet familiar names & locations once more. I appreciate the effort Medina has put forward into crafting a full-scope world where the individuals the reader meets become tangible creatures of a life that resembles their own.
Because of this familiar setting, the resolution of the mystery surrounding some of the occurrences might leave one unsettled or even disappointed. I admit that I was rather disgusted by Henry’s decision to abandon his friend at the side of the road. It seems cruel, in the very worst way, to see one’s friend suffer such a fate, only to think selfishly about the way this event will impact one’s person. Why didn’t Henry stay? Knowing as one does that the demonic occurrences were fake, what would have led Henry to believe that he needed to abandon Roddy?
The narrative seems to indicate that Henry is less than a stellar person. He prioritizes everything that might benefit him & rarely thinks of the repercussions, nor does he worry about those around him. Throughout his friendship with Toad, Henry longs for the sidekick that would fill the shoes of Shaggy from the popular cartoon, “Scooby-Doo, Where Are You!” (1969).
With Jade, Henry is content to get his rocks off & feel pride in what others will deduce from his entanglement. Juxtaposed by this approach, Medina’s writing feels passionate & intentional, leaving me confused by Henry’s utter shell of a soul. I wonder whether this is intentional.
As noted earlier, the story’s focus is on Henry. He is a character who is difficult to appreciate & I would not fault a reader who finds their patience waning as Henry covets the same frustrating judgments redundantly. What exacerbates this expression is the lack of actual horror elements. Surely, the story presents a few intriguing factoids that might entice a reader to believe that the book will offer them the scare of a lifetime. Yet, the initial scenario of a mass murder is not enough to compensate for hundreds of pages of complaints.
Although it sounds as though I do not care about Henry’s situation, the opposite is true. I firmly believe that had the novel been advertised as one more aligned with the direction of the story, the core messaging would not have been undervalued. The few scenarios wherein a paranormal occurrence takes place cannot soften the blow of the tedium that surrounds them.
A whistle in the night, the tune of a lullaby, neither of which lasts longer than a second, do not present seasoned readers with anything worth their while. Therefore, I wonder what the draw was in cataloguing the book in this way. One may note that the haunting that occurs is that which consumed Henry, specifically, the lies he tells eat him up inside.
The guilt that festers within Henry leaves him with a reptilian growth at the back of his head. This denotes another in the few scenes wherein a paranormal occurrence—a haunting, a fright—takes place, but it is too late. Henry’s confession that he abandoned Roddy, faked his YouTube videos, he was cruel & mean to his loved ones cannot compensate for the void that has grown between the reader & this story.
What Henry has to say is important. It is important to understand the realities of people who lose something that they once thought a permanent in their lives. Yet, instead of granting Henry the chance to explore his feelings & the avenues he had to adventure, the story allows Henry to continue to be selfish & then the story is done.
Ultimately, I found this book to be greatly disappointing. I found Hery to be a bore of a character who spent every waking hour belittling other people. His paralysis is a cruel twist of fate. I cannot begrudge him his anger, nor will I ramble about his need to grow beyond his circumstances; this is not my place.
What I will do is highlight the need for publishers to be more exacting when dedicating a story to a specific genre. There are ample stories that veer through the spectrum of horror & no one book will be beloved by all. The sub-categories of each genre allow a reader to find the book that they will adore. This book is void of terror or fear, other than that which lives in Henry’s heart as a result of his circumstances.
I wanted more. I wanted the creeping terror of the demonic whistler in the night, but he never came. Where has terror gone? Does terror live only in the imagination, or is it tangible?
Medina’s style is well-represented in this novel; for readers who have become fanatics of his work, this third book may surely be beloved by them. I will, kindly & respectfully, hold out hope that the fourth time will be a charm & the thunder of a beating heart consumed by worry & fear may feature in the next, of what I wish to be, a long series of books by the author himself.
Thank you to NetGalley, Berkley Publishing, & Nick Medina for the free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review!