You’re spinning out now, completely a mess,
There's only one way out, and that's to KILL BETH.
I do not want to be crude nor show any disrespect to the author, Jon Cohn*, here… but his book "Kill Beth" was some serious "Sixth Sense" shit! Wowzers, talk about twists and turns and surprises and vibes and all of that! It's been a long time since I've read a book where I honestly could not tell you which parts were real and which parts were… imagined? An expression and/or symptom of deeper, underlying pyschoses? Honest to goodness hauntings happening with scary ghosts taking part? I mean, did any of this book actually, well, happen at all? (*many of you may recognize the name from his award-winning book "Slashtag"!)
There is no such thing as control. Just chaos.
Now I am no expert on performing plays, acting, or any of the necessary skills and traits that you might find in the theater, but Cohn gently takes our hand and walks us through a production that is taking place in Seattle, Washington. A production which has brought our director, Mike O'Brien, back home. However, this is no cheerful reunion as "home" represents a place for Mike of terrible memories (or are they?) where for most of the book we only know that "something bad happened in the past." Still, he couldn't say no to his best friend Nate Mulligan, who has written the play (or has he?) and was also in some way involved in the tragic event(s) of the past WITH Mike. In some way. Confused yet? You should be because it's gonna knock your socks off!
You’re going to look back at this week one day as the turning point in your life.
So along the way we have all kinds of strange events occurring around us, including a bizarre accident with a fake fireplace, a couple of run-in's with a questionably good-natured but "I take no shit" unhoused person, confusing gaps in time and misread bottles, and even what apparently is par for the course for theater productions, that is, a ghost. Or better said, a haunting. Which may or may not have happened. Seriously, you have to answer that for yourself. But the fact that the production is being conducted 4 floors below street level far, far away from the meager sunlight Seattle gets anyway only amps up the tension, as does the somewhat lacking housing that our cast is provided within walking distance of the center. I mean, nothing says "ok, it's about to get real" like paper-thin walls, bug-infested motel-like structures, creepy dark basements, and a cast full of their own quirks and egos.
Sometimes we just have dark thoughts.
And this is all happening while Mike is still dealing with the trauma of "the event" that eventually does get explained but I won't give it away here. He's even still face-timing his psychologist in NYC regularly, who has given him a strange - and convenient for our purposes - exercise of just sitting down at the computer, clearing his mind, and typing whatever happens to pop into his head. However, these "spontaneous writing" sessions turn more and more bizarre, morphing from what appears to be nonsense poetry to some pretty frightening slasher-worthy threats that should have immediately called for heavy doses of only the yummiest psychotropics. Seriously, if you don't begin to understand that Mike has a lot more going on in his head than just the obvious and almost debilitating OCD - he literally cannot move forward without constantly checking the stove knobs to make sure they're off and that the fridge is closed - then well, let me send you my list of lettered ailments as a teaching aid to ease you into it!
You have to fight that little feeling inside of you that wants to be miserable.
Along the way we are also left to wonder simply: who is Beth, you know, the girl we're supposed to kill because…? However, no one knows anyone named Beth and none of the characters present themselves with that moniker. Again, it's part of the delicious and utterly wackadoodle story here where we have to unravel not only what is happening right now but also something that may or may not have happened roughly 10 to 15 years ago. Or not. OK, I'll stop doing that because when I do it, it's obviously very annoying. But when Cohn does it, it's absolutely brilliant, as is the execution of this wonderful tale! And if you have your own horror bookclub, I highly recommend that you pick this book! If anything, the after-discussions will be an absolute riot!
The show cannot go on. Not this time.
Seriously, if you want to be able to (a) describe all of the aspects of the cover (which is also superb!), read this book. And (b) if you're looking for a story that may or may not be happening on our plane of reality or in the artsy back streets of Seattle or perhaps even just in someone's head while he's zonked out on lithium in an asylum in New York, then read this book. Trust me, you will NOT be able to guess what is coming up and the last few chapters may send you out to visit your own neighborhood provider of proper mental healthcare support and/or active substances. Me? I'm just wondering if re-reading this would change my entire perspective of what I've just read as I can't trust my thoughts or memories about same now at all. I mean, did I even read it … or did I imagine it all? At least I'm not seeing dead people, right?