In this unforgettably strange and unique book, told in a narrative voice that’s as vivid and intelligent as it is vulnerable and possibly unhinged, Scott R. Jones has made a fascinating accomplishment. DRILL merges the relatability of everyday life and its anxieties, uncertainties, and grind, with the deeply imaginative metaphysical and weird. Made all the more compelling for its high level of self-awareness and layers of metafiction that make the experience even more mind-boggling than it already is, this work is among the most unabashedly unique reading experiences I’ve had in quite some time. It’s an angry book, depicting the traumatic effects of cults on family dynamics across generation lines, but there’s an undeniable righteousness to the rage, a sympathetic vulnerability, and a desire to either destroy or heal—tied as that is to the novel’s supernatural underbelly and existential stakes. I’m not sure I’ve ever read anything quite like DRILL. What other book can make the post office seem Lovecraftian, while introducing otherworldly elements with an almost deadpan level of casualness, in between sorcery, philosophical playfulness, metafiction, and the real and—in this case—supernatural horrors of the Jehovah’s Witness church? It’s an experience I won’t soon forget.