I was conflicted while reading this book, but I guess I enjoyed it a fair bit, since I pretty much raced through it, which is usually a sign that I'm having a good time, but that it's not a terribly deep book, maybe, and doesn't warrant much pause or cogitation.
I kind of liked the characters even though they made bad decision after bad decision throughout. For some of the kids at least you can say it's probably down to drugs or mojo or bad juju or something, but there were times when I just had to laugh at how thick-headed some o' these people coudl be. But sometimes, life really does feel like that, doesn't it? Kind of reminds me of old classics like The Blob where nobody will listen to any of the sensible young people who are just trying to protect the town from a vicious monster, but "proper" heads keep getting in the way. only here, the young people are all drugged up and acting weird and doing inexplicable things after taking a hit of grass. It's "supergrass", you see!
There were some pretty gross 'n' gruesome bits, and one incredibly vile scene with which nothing else in the book compares -- you'll know it when you get to it, is all I'm going to say about taht. There is some weird sexual stuff and even incest, which seems to come up more than you'd think in some of these 80s books; I think some should probably consider that a warning. It's also funny how some of the stuff in books like this one would really be considered "not for kids" and yet high-school students feature prominently. They can be drinking beer and goofing off one moment, and the next saying things like, "jeez, I don't know, let me talk to my guidance counsellor about that....Do you want to speak to my mom?" I did find some of this a little jarring from time to time but on the whole it's not too bad, except for one final thing which i have a bit ofa silly rant about, that I'll get to at the end.
There were a few surprises and subversions that might be worth taking note of. The religious fundamentalist nutcase, who starts off the book as a real hypocritical piece of crap who you think will probably get his just reward ends up being more sympathetic than I thought he would be, and when he meets his end, there's more pathos than one might expect. The police are written out as a possible solution for the protagonists quite early on, and though it's done in a way that I think is a bit flimsy, it's also kind of funny: At one point one of the teen protagonists is thinking of calling the police so they can keep his errant sister away from the Big Evil Villain. A cop shows up at the house -- just to be a helpful enabler and give her a lift straight to the lair of the Big Evil Villain! The cops are in on the conspiracy! Oh no!
There's some stuff about the insidious magnetism of cult leaders and such. A part of me wonders if the book might have been more powerful if there was no supernatural force involved and the main antagonist was really just some charismatic, incredibly dangerous evil man who corrupted the town just through sheer force of will and personality. If that'd been the case though, I think the author would have had less of an excuse to turn things so over-the-top, and you wouldn't get scenes like a mass-breakout in a juvenile detention centre with the aide of vicious mutant rat-like creatures. I was definitely reminded a little bit of some of Stephen King's devilish charming antagonists, but the origin of this one is kind of interesting and different -- less Lucifer/Satan; more the Pied Piper. Actually, this book could kind of be summed up as: The good people of Los Angeles VS the Pied Piper. There's even a suggestion that this might be a sort of incarnation of the O.G. Piper himself. I'm not 100% sure the analogy works -- the Piper abducted the children of Hamelin because he did them a service and in return they wronged him, not because the parents didn't love their children -- but I still appreciate the effort to bring an unusual flavour into the mix.
Now, I have a question. Why can't many writers get being in a rock band right? Is it because they've not been in a band themselves? Have they not talked to anyone who was in a band? There's supposed to be music in this book -- it's one of the ways the villain is going to bring in the crowd, of course; to lure them to their doom. He requisitions a band near the very beginning. it's the band of one of the local high-school guys and his buddies. This guy is supposedly really passionate about music, but I read the whole book, paying especial attention to the band stuff, and i still don't really know what he, or any of the other guys, who get names at some point but aren't even characters, do. I counted six guys in the band including the Big Evil. Six guys! What do they all do? Meanwhile this musician guy just lets this total stranger take over his band. We're told that his parents give him plenty of money. Why can't he get them a rehearsal space then? There's no talk of transporting instruments, loading gear, setup. Every time the band is supposed to play we cut to another scene or get distracted by some other stuff. Maybe this sounds picky or something, but I would have liked more focus on this angle, especially as Kevin (the former band-leader, replaced by this charismatic interloper) is supposed to take his music so seriously, and he's a pretty important character in the book. He brings the whole band to meet up with this stranger so they can -- play him a demo tape -- which he listens to on headphones. Um, allright then. it's just odd and most of it doesn't ring true. Again though, I kind of appreciate the effort.
Likeable characters though, even if they seldom really seem to do the "right" things. A nice amount of ambiguity at certain points, too, both around the evil presence in the story and how it's wrapped up, you get a sense, only for the moment. Nobody walks off romantically into the sunset even though you think they might, and the toll is quite high. The book might be potentially upsetting to some readers, with not only the sexual content but plenty of descriptions of self-harm and suicide, and I know it sounds sort of bullish of me to say "don't take it too seriously", but that's sort of what it does come down to. This is an over-the-top book from a time that seemed to embrace such fare, and aside from a few niggles I have, the writing is above some I've read. I did almost quit reading for a while there because I got tired of seeing the word "teenager" appearing with such frequency in such a short span of pages, but that might just be a personal thing (please, just say "teen", people). I've known about Ray Garton for a bit, and this was kind of a random place to start, but I'd do more. Sure I would! Once you take one hit, you always want more!