A lovecraftian vibe with just the perfect dose of the Shining in it. It certainly danced around the fine line between sanity and insanity, reality and hallucination.
‘The Unveiling’ by Quan Barry– such a perfectly fitting title because we get to witness the descent into madness, the subtle shift from reality to dream in a gradual manner like a curtain slowly but surely pulling back. And the cover conveys precisely the same message– the tip of the iceberg will become the unseen while the darkness below, now smaller and eroded, will flip over and surface and become the new face.
While this is clearly not everyone's cup of tea (you either love it or you hate it), I do enjoy this sort of madness.
Striker is an artist sent on a trip in Antarctica to capture some sights for an upcoming big movie. Lost during a kayaking trip in the southern waters, she and her fellow tourists find themselves stranded on an island where unsettling occurrences begin.
The protagonist is living too much in her head. It is very obvious that she has a very creative and imaginative mind. The other characters gain personality through her descriptions and the nicknames she chose to give (even when she knew their names).
Is it real, what she sees? Hard to tell. And if we're getting all existential and philosophical, what truly qualifies as real anyway? I won't delve into the philosophy of that, but for me this discrepancy between what the narrator, speaking for the MC (Striker), and the objective reality of that supposed trip makes you question everything you read, which I think it's the exact purpose of this novel.
In fact, there were instances where the narrator tries to distance themselves from Striker and admit that the MC does put words in the other tourists’ mouths just to fit the personalities she created for them. Is this all in her head, a pastime activity? Is she sick? Did she imagine everything? Again, impossible to tell. But I absolutely loved this insanity, this uncertainty, it was more terrifying than any other horrors they might have encountered on that island.
The narrative switches imperceptibly from present time to Striker’s past, adding even more to the strangeness of the situation and the disorganized mind of our MC.
Whether the author decided to use a 3rd person narrative instead of 1st person was a mistake or deliberate it matters not, it ended up amplifying the disjunction between reality and Striker's internal world.
The setting feels so empty, like pure loneliness, even though there are other people involved in the action, Striker seems secluded and so do we as readers.
Personally, I do believe some of the depicted events actually happened, however I also think a lot of the information we're getting is fragmented and tampered with Striker's unfiltered thoughts and the narrator is simply an accomplice to her unreliable tone, which again, as a technique it worked perfectly well for this sort of book. I don't even want to know, this is exactly what makes the story great and scary.
Whether Striker’s experience is objectively real or a hallucination, it's up to us and how we feel to interpret this; even after learning about her condition it still maintained that uncertainty, at least for me.
I must admit (to my shame), I didn't know that much about Antarctica so it felt nice to get some real information from a novel.
This book will stay with me for a very long time if not forever. I can't remember the last time I read something so remarkable. There's philosophy, there's fear, isolation, horror, madness, and it's all beautiful. I will buy this in hard copy. It goes straight to my favorites.
Many, many thanks to Quan Barry, Grove Atlantic, and NetGalley for the ARC. This is a voluntary review, reflecting solely my personal opinion.