Louisiana – hot, humid, lush…a place full of hidden things and dark histories. At Spring House, under gazebo floorboards, something has been sleeping for a very, very long time. Until one evening when Caitlin, distraught over discovering her husband Troy’s betrayal, accidentally awakens the sleeping vines and launches events that will have devastating consequences, not only for friends and complete strangers, but most of all for herself.
This is a quick synopsis of The Vines, a new supernatural thriller authored by Christopher Rice (son of author, Anne Rice).
Sounds like we’re in for some pretty creepy and scary goings on right? Wrong.
Unfortunately, the story never fulfills the promise of the idea. Now, I don’t expect a whole lot of substance when it comes to these kinds of novels. This isn’t Anna Karenina, Crime & Punishment or Proust. This is candy. We don’t expect nutrition from candy, we just want to enjoy the yummy taste. And don’t get me wrong, after I read a challenging book, I love me some candy.
But there’s good candy and then there’s the candy we haven’t liked or touched since we were little kids, and The Vines just isn’t good candy. The tiny little plot is thin and full of holes, the characters are uninteresting and one-dimensional and, worst of all, there’s no suspense to make you want to keep your lights on all night after you read it. The last 20% feels tacked on with a tie-in that is so forced you feel as if you blinked and found yourself reading a different novel entirely. In fact, I went back a few pages because I thought my Kindle version had combined two different books.
I could go on, but really, that’s enough talk about The Vines, a short story that has been lengthened into a novel-sized product (and not in a good way). I want to talk more about Christopher Rice and his writing.
Here’s the thing: Mr. Rice can write. After reading several of his books and even more of his mother’s books, I suspect that he writes better than she does (ok, no brick throwing, please). The problem is that he has adopted the melodramatic, overdone, florid style that Anne uses; which she can sometimes get away with because she’s generally writing about characters and/or events from times long ago. That baroque style is fine when the characters are baroque as well.
But Mr. Rice’s settings are more firmly entrenched in the modern world. Yes, he may flavor that world with elements from events long past, but his world is modern, as are his characters. So when his writing seems to channel Anne Rice with Longfellow thrown in on top of it (“A name slices through her, as if it’s been whispered in terror by a dozen guardian angels perched in the next room.”), the overall effect is one which makes you feel as if you are reading a regency romance gone awry (“No wound in her soul could ever be deep enough to draw his mouth from that whore’s pale, young flesh.”). So, if Mr. Rice is going to write horror and supernatural thrillers, he needs to use a writing style more appropriate to the genre. Otherwise it’s like going to a rodeo dressed in a ballgown and pearls – the outfit simply doesn’t fit the event.
At this point, Mr. Rice has a number of books under his belt and a large fan base. He also has a lot of talent. It would be exciting to see him move away from this whole tired Louisiana, Anne Rice thing and develop complex material more suited to his creative, talented voice and the considerable potential he obviously has.
I want to thank Net Galley for providing a copy in exchange for a fair review.