2.5★ (rounded up because the guy needs help with his demons)
“His suit trousers were expertly ironed and sat atop shiny shoes which covered perfectly-pressed socks. Attention to detail is something that the normal person aspires to, but as far as Denis Murphy was concerned; if you don’t iron your socks, you’re living a lie, hiding your gruesome lack of concern from the world.”
I thought this sounded right up my reading alley, but sadly not. Denis Murphy checks the door lock three times, the gate, etc, and walks so many steps to wherever he’s going. One might say he has typical obsessive-compulsive behaviour, and in many ways he does.
He lives with four monsters, as he calls them. Plasterer, the clown with the painted face, wearing paint-splattered overalls; the Professor, a rotting zombie of some sort; Deano, something hairy; and the rather sexy Penny O’Neill,
“her long feline tail flicking back and forth idly, regarded him with tawny eyes and a smile. Being the tallest of the four, she could easily see over Professor Scorpion’s head. Her body, that of a perfectly proportioned woman covered entirely in soft shimmering blonde fur, seemed to tremble with the effort to remain balanced. A woman, but also a cat.
‘Hello,’ she said in her usual smoky voice.”
He has a well-paid job in statistical analysis, and we discover he meets the same two friends for coffee at exactly the same time every Sunday and visits a third in hospital, only ever standing outside the door of the room, waving to the friend’s parents. And every Monday, he suffers a visit from his mother, who yearns to hug her now touch-allergic son.
Whenever he goes out, the demon/monsters seem to tear the house apart, spilling, tearing, dirtying, destroying things to the extent that Denis must then spend hours cleaning. At one point, he empties the cleaning bottles because he feels compelled to clean the insides of the bottles.
But he wasn’t always like this. Those three friends were his flatmates. Plus, he lived with a girlfriend. I mean really 'lived with', like a normal guy. She shows up again early in the piece, seems like a lovely girl, and it completely unnerves him.
I kept reading only because I was curious to discover what made him go off the rails, so to speak, but as the story went on with continuing appearances by the monsters (who stayed hidden when his mother or others came) and continued descriptions of the havoc 'they' wreaked, I lost patience and didn't even skim to the end.
It’s obvious that there was some trauma, and I’m sure it’s explained later, and there will be many who will enjoy this. But it’s not for me.
The characters, even the real ones, were not people I felt like spending more time with, but I wish them well, as I do the author. I expect we’ll see more from him. I hope so, because I think I owe him another chance.
Thanks to NetGalley and Legend Press for the preview copy from which I’ve quoted.