Establishing a balance between the gruesome & the pathetic seems an easy road to trapeze. One might feel it so obvious a juggle to teeter that there is no need for any discussion at all. Perhaps they are correct. Meeting a failed attempt within the pages of a book one knows cannot be written with them in mind, one longs to seek the pathway one such person felt overcome to take; a pathway that appeared difficult, challenging, between pedantic blood loss & vile terror.
I have sat with myself after reading this story because I felt that I had nothing to say. This is partially untrue because I have a lot to say, as evidenced by the length of these reviews. However, in the context of this story, the weight of the obvious, that is, the clarity with which I knew I was not the target reader, has left me feeling as though I might prefer to hold my tongue. Indeed, what is the point in writing forty pages about my disappointment if I might have spared myself by simply closing the book when the clock struck the hour?
Therefore, in an attempt to be clear before roaming the lane of wordiness, as is my habit, I wish to acknowledge the type of horror that is found within this book. Certainly, readers who appreciate the realism of terror as I do within books may find the mark has been missed within this plot. The author has sought to include a vampire, indestructible & villainous as no other, while colouring his being with silly emotions like hesitancy & a maniac’s inability to be in control. Each of the characters fits into this typecast; none are particularly unique enough to warrant a story being told about them & yet when one takes note of the details of their person, they become disjointed.
Why would the story follow a man who was in his mid-twenties with the personality & lifestyle of a man in his middle age? Was the decade of the 1970s so different than the current decade that his person might easily have been mistaken for someone in their forties or fifties? I pose this question because Duane, the main character, did not fit into his role & I began to grow tired of the truth, which is that he was too young to be so naïve & too old to be so hopeful; I note with purposeful phrasing.
Duane is presented as a tired person. I cannot fault him for feeling this way; his life has been a series of highs & lows, categorized by his life-altering experiences in the Vietnam War (1955-1975). I could understand how the hopefulness of his early years might have been dashed when drafted, being left to battle a society of people for reasons that were unclear even to the most learned among Americans. Indeed, the life & times of Duane’s character were a draw for the story. The setting within which he exists is evocative of more than just the casual haunts of men who experience Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) & who roam in dreams to escape themselves.
Duane represents an era during which political stamina for action & misdirection were rampant; much of what is now romanticized today stems from the political direction & policies adopted during this era. The greatness of casual calls to war, so soon after a monstrous world war; the enemy who has been isolated due to their face & race; the patriarchal pressure to remain headstrong; the list goes on. This story advocates for a reflection by the reader on such realities & although I will not seek to include political discourse on the rights & wrongs of the United States Army & their political propensity for invading Vietnam to oust Communism, I do believe its relevance merits inclusion in this review.
Without the Vietnam War & the involvement of the United States, men like Duane would not have been faced with the nightmares they carried for the rest of their lives. It feels kinder to reflect on Duane’s circumstances by noting that he did not want to fight, nor did he wish to kill. Duane is introduced to the reader as a pacifist who has found love & whose life feels at ease in the flow of mortality. Perhaps this is why I felt put off by his age. I acknowledge that perhaps the author chose to make him so young to drive home the point that horrors are not age-restricted.
It is a personal opinion that sees me reflect on the age of all of the characters & the way this fell flat in the context. Surely, for readers who are seeking to consume a story about young adults whose lives have been carried away by circumstances outside of their control, this will be the ideal book. One notes that many, if not all, of the characters are young. Heidi’s parents are no more than fifty years old, which makes them old in the context of Duane & Heidi’s ages, but not in terms of life on Earth.
I remark on this as such a point of contention for me because it felt at odds with the events. Duane is saturated & soaked by his alcoholism; Julia is too young to be insightful & continues to make the wildest decisions; Heidi’s parents are crass & brokenly naïve to believe that becoming a drug mule will grant them financial freedom; I ask then why that is. Why are all these characters so well accustomed to the world & its complexities, & yet stifled by the youth of their age that they make such wildly juvenile choices?
The story follows the consequences of their choices. Julie becomes a vampire child, ignoring the fact that, should she live forever, she will be no more adept at life than she is right now. Duane does not put his foot down & refuse this course of action, choosing instead to pretend that getting drunk while Julia plots her escape might dissuade her from sneaking out in the night to become a vampire.
Back & forth, one wanders amongst these decisions & although one may be more tender-hearted than I am coming across in this review, enough to forgive the characters for their naivety, I cannot help but gawk at their stupidity.
This frustration is a tricky thing to develop while reading, for one must acknowledge that had anything been different, one would not be reading the story as it exists. The story that might have existed had Duane understood the craftiness & determination that Julia fostered to fight a vampire beast that she could not win against would have led to the author writing an entirely different novel. Therefore, I note the uselessness of feeling frustrated by characters who were shaped the way the author intended.
Praise should be given to the author for framing & shaping characters the way that he has, for indeed they appear as real individuals might in real life. Although a reader might not long for their companionship, their presence on the page felt entirely true to their beings & for that, the author has accomplished his feat of giving his story wings to fly.
Many of my qualms lie in the tone of the story & while paired with characters who were both too young & too old, as noted earlier, I found the shift to quirky horror decidedly odd. The main villain did not seem like much of a deviant at all.
John Varley, the very young twenty-five-year-old vampire, transformed in the summer of 1917 by an original vampiric creature, murders at random & enjoys galivanting in the beds of anyone who might have a penchant for the deranged. His reputation precedes him; his murderous follies speak for themselves, but when John is left to speak for himself, his foolish & trite personality left me with a crinkle in my brow.
What makes a vampire such a scary creature is its ability to live forever. The author has included traditional lore associated with vampires & brings forth a character who embodies the cruelty of psychopathy. I could not help but hope for more from John Varley. His teetering between understanding the brutality of his abilities & the loneliness of his circumstances, to trust someone whom he didn’t know from Adam, all felt very ill-conceived. Would a vampire need someone else when all the while he spent his life not needing anyone? What left John feeling certain that the casual murder of the elderly man in the restroom was significant enough to trust the hitchhiker?
So many instances raise questions & yet, I return to my main point, which is that the target reader for the quirky horror genre is not me. Ultimately, I appreciated the musings of the author as he crafted characters whose flaws did not lead them to despair. I appreciated the marooning of a magical realism that existed while mortal men flew overseas to evoke war on the snipers & unsuspecting. There are aspects that any reader may appreciate if they choose to do so.
However, when it comes down to it, skimming the majority of the middle of this book would not leave one any worse off than if they had read it. The changing perspectives gave me more ammunition to dislike the way each character was & their choices. For another reader, this approach will grant them the intimacy with each main player they long for.
Although I cannot say I had a fun time or a fulfilling time reading this book, I am glad to have done so, for it gave me a better appreciation of the structure of the genre. For readers who enjoy the twinge of cringe that marches alongside malevolence, this book will be their bread & butter, jam & jelly.
Thank you to NetGalley, Random House, & Keith Rosson for the free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review!