Fans of Chelsea G. Summers’ A Certain Hunger might also enjoy Helen Power’s Phantom. The narrative voice and female protagonist are markedly similar; I can see this finding an audience with readers of the unhinged-woman subgenre.
However, I found Phantom unfortunately lacking. It’s marketed as horror, but reads more as a mystery or thriller, and would do better with audiences of those genres, expecting those tropes.
Regan “Roz” Osbourne, struggling twenty-something sculptor, agrees to sell her hand for a million dollars, and at first, life is sweet. But things soon take a turn when her phantom limb pain turns out to be all too real; the previously-inactive serial killer, the Phantom Strangler, is on the loose once more, now using her amputated hand to commit their dark acts.
The concept is fun, if a little ridiculous. But rather than being the adventurous romp I was hoping for, this book reads like a series of boxes being checked. Roz needs to share the physical characteristics of the Phantom Strangler, who is an artist, so she’s an artist. Roz needs to have hallucinations in order for parts of the plot to work, so she ends up in an experimental drug trial for a drug which causes hallucinations.
But what does it actually mean for Roz to be an artist? What does her art mean to her? We never get to see her create; we hear about her attempts, once or twice, in the past tense, but gain no real understanding of her craft. How does she cope with the loss of her hand, her prize possession as a sculptor? How is she coping with with day-to-day tasks? Is she really committed to her art, to being a career artist? Was she ever? Or was she just hoping for fame and fortune?
Also - Roz is an alcoholic. She gambles away most of her million-dollar payout. She starts as an awful, mean-spirited, selfish person with a substance abuse problem, and much of the novel revolves around her character development. But even at its end, she speaks with disdain and disregard for others with similar problems: for alcoholics, addicts, for fellow members of her support group. She refers to total strangers as "drugged-up lunatics", to dealers as “thugs”. Where was the growth? Where is the nuance?
The plot itself flounders for most of the novel as Roz and her love interest track down the individual(s) responsible for taking and transplanting her hand. We’re never given much of an explanation of the technologies that make such a sophisticated black market organ trade possible. Despite these holes, some of the latter twists and turns are interesting, and I think fans will be satisfied with the resolution.
As for me: I wanted to like this, and I hate to criticise a small author’s sophomore release, published by an indie press. It’s clear that Helen Power can write. But I felt that Phantom had so much more potential than it delivered on.
Thanks to NetGalley and CamCat books for providing me with a digital ARC in exchange for an honest review.