Although "Perverts" is marketed as a collection of interrelated stories, I prefer to see it as a non-standardly plotted, single tale of perversion and sin, belonging in the tradition of Cronenberg and Ballard: the connections between the stories, the writing style, the atmosphere, and the setting, make this a cohesive, smartly unified and solid narrative of multiple POVs revolving around each other, till the horrifying, practically perfect ending is reached.
The book reads like a brilliant and original horror noir, full of cantankerous and flawed characters, punctuated by morbid twists, with a silent and filthy LA in the background, permanently in flames. The characters keep wandering about, sometimes in boredom, other times in hopelessness, most often in quiet resignation and bleak despair. And yet love can bloom even among these failed actresses, maladaptive junkies and depraved producers, though LA proves not to be the place love can flourish. So many monsters are lurking in the corner, ready to reveal themselves the moment they can take advantage of someone's need. Branding all this predatory attitude and the ensuing degradation as the expression of perversion may be an understatement, but it absolutely fits for most of the situations in the story: a threesome that turns into a sick proof of emotional dependence; an addict turning detective to find hope and purpose; the wife of a Hollywood celebrity charged with plagiarism; a girl allying herself with the wrong people; an amateur cameraman dreaming of making banned movies.
That said, it soon becomes clear that Adam Cosco is having a lot of fun with this story. It's brimming with intelligence, cynicism, and dark wit. The psychological aspects feel spot on. Several of the chapters felt to me like Cosco’s best work. And the ending is genuinely powerful. In brief, a terrific horror book for fans of complex plot and penetrating insights into corrupt humanity! Highly recommended!