“No no no, everything was just fine over at Camp Mattapan. So somebody kept leaving him severed fingers. So what? Just another camp prank, right? Haha, all in good fun. Like all those ding-dog ditches over the years, or that time somebody had stolen his underpants and run them up the flagpole.
Yup, all’s good at Camp Mattapan, folks.
Everything’s just fine…” (199).
***Spoilers included***
Five super fun stars from my husband and me (I read to him while he drives). We went on a weekend trip that involved driving, but ended up reading it a ton while our kids napped as well because we were so invested!
I’m not going to write a big plot synopsis because I think I’ll remember this one well and I write these reviews for myself firstly, but if you’re a fan of the Sleepaway Camp series (and I am, especially the second one), you’ll probably enjoy it! McLaughlin even wrote that he was inspired by that movie trilogy as well as other 80s slasher movies and he nailed it.
The book starts out with a bang with Betsy, the mother of Will, coming out and screaming to Peggy that everyone will pay and a car getting damaged. My husband even uttered “Jesus Christ!” as I read it. Then, Peggy dies and it reminded me of Drew Barrymore’s part in Scream since viewers were led to believe she would be the protagonist.
McLaughlin has either been to summer camp himself or could imagine it pretty accurately. My husband went to summer camp growing up and agreed with the beginning discussion of how people could be radically different in a year. I only went to girl scout summer camps, but I think McLaughlin did well representing a range of teenagers: The inexperienced nerds, the guy who has a glow up, the pervy boy, the self-absorbed girl, etc. The characterization was rich and had us laughing the whole time: “He didn’t usually get ‘method’ with his fabrications. He’d claim he was going to pork Lily Malick during lunch, never leave the lunch table, then later brag about how he porked Lily Malick during lunch, despite the fact that, as mentioned, he hadn’t left the lunch table” (191). He didn’t write about the characters; he really got in their heads and made readers see what they were thinking, which was hilarious.
He even nailed some of the adults: “[A]way from Ginny’s incessant nagging. Just that afternoon she’d been on him about leaving his muddy work boots on the living room carpet [. . .] Then she’d pissed and moaned about him putting an empty ketchup bottle back in the refrigerator that morning [. . .] ‘If it’s empty it goes in the trash!’ she’d said, like he’s supposed to be some mind reader” (32). This perfectly summed up men on one page!
The banter between characters was pretty fun as well, some of our favorites being:
“Fishing is an overgenerous term for what Harold does.”
“Yesterday he caught something.”
“What, a buzz?”
Pamela not getting the hint that David wanted nothing to do with her in the equipment shed.
Jasper telling the bunkmates: “Some of the pages are stuck together, but there are always going to be a few casualties in every war” (102).
Steve’s dream with Betsy where they kept calling each other ridiculous pet names like “enchanting prince” and “sacred treasure” (126).
Steve and Cunninham’s exchanges:
“Well, I got news for you, Cunningham. I’m a horrible camp director and I know it.”
“And I’m a terrible cop and well aware of it also.”
“Then what are we arguing about?”
“I have no idea. After this we should grab a six-pack and go night fishing” (131).
Karen’s digs:
“Boys throwing themselves at me left and right. It’s exhausting. Honestly, Vick, you don’t know how lucky you are having those tiny little molehills that boys never notice. I really envy you” (133).
McLaughlin also captured the 80s vibe of teen dynamics without social media and cell phones. When Tony was saying goodbye to Pamela, the impact that she might never see him again was significant even though I didn’t grow up during that time.
We appreciated, too, that McLaughlin poked fun at the formula he was using that audiences are accustomed to: “If it seems a little strange--perhaps even hackneyed--that Wayne was laying all this history out this way, like a poorly written exposition dump at the end of some third-rate TV mystery-of-the-week, no disagreement will be found here. It’s just something that happens from time to time: a serial slasher, at the end of their spree, turns into an unmasked Scooby Doo villain. One can only shrug their shoulders and go with it” (237).
As for the pacing, it was well done. We really didn’t want to put it down, especially near the end. I think it would make a great movie and would be easy to create in a way that did the book justice since McLaughlin wrote it as an ode to slasher 80s movies anyway.
The reveal took me by surprise. I thought the killer might be a sister Will had or something, not Wayne cross dressing, but that gave a nod to Sleepaway Camp while being far less problematic.
The end was slightly disappointing for me, though, because although having two killers was interesting, we got zero explanation.
Anyway, I plan to read the 1980 book next, but I’m going to skip 1982 because I couldn’t care less about the mob.
There were also some typos I noticed. I’m available for editing services!