Despite my final assessment that this novella is a mediocre apocalyptic "base-under-seige" horror, I certainly can understand its wide appeal. It possesses so many familiar elements to great horror stories and films that fans of the genre will feel suitably immersed in its familiar but cold embrace, like watching your favorite bit from your favoritist show for the 80th time. Novices to horror will also love the fast action and air of mystery behind the whole thing, and probably will enjoy guessing and discussing what it all means with their reading buddies.
But for me, all of these strengths were just precisely the problem. None of this felt original to me.
But what do I know? Well, I'll say that I knew and anticipated every element of this plot ahead of time. And if you are even a casual fan of horror, you know the rules, and this novella breaks none of them. I'll explain below. Therefore, if you still think you really want to read this story, stop here because:
MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!
Somewhat unlikable character? Check. Not there was any reason for him to be very unlikable. He smoked weed. You're not supposed to do that in horror stories. Sure sign he'd be the first to go. He was.
Strong female lead? Check. Sure to be wielding a shotgun at the end and kicking some butt. She does. But is she the final girl? You know she won't be, because someone else is narrating. In stories like these, only one survives long enough to tell the tale. How they are telling the tale and to who makes no difference, because it's all about the "unexplained."
And speaking of the unexplained--you guessed it. Check. Weird stuff happens. You never know why. It's cosmic horror, yo. To explain it would be to ruin the mystery. No, it's not an excuse to cash in on meaningless and plot-less genre fiction! Not at all! Unknown beings emerge from a snowstorm that has put the world in chaos. Do they wait for the cold and snow to wipe out humanity? No, they grow impatient and attack a bunch of nobodies trapped in an old mansion, picking them off one by one. This is something that we've never seen before! Except maybe like in every John Carpenter movie. Or in George Romero's original Living Dead films. Or in Josh Malerman's "Bird Box." Or...
But somehow despite the surface-level mystery behind the beings attacking the humans and their relationship to a worldwide snow storm, every trope was covered. The creatures blending in to the background. Flitting out the corner of the eye. Killing people off frame until the end of the story. Creatures that defy description. Creatures that kill for no identifiable reason. Creatures that do other things for no identifiable reason, like having sex with one guy instead of eating him like they do with all the rest. I guess the author felt obliged to throw in a scene of monster sex because vivid descriptions of penises and semen are supposed to be "shocking" and "disturbing" and sure to please the Ed Lee and Richard Laymon crowd.
And what horror story marketed toward the 18 to 48 crowd would be foolish enough to not feature prominently some Lovecraftian cosmic horror? Big CHECK! In fact, to make sure the audience feels that particular brand of existential terror, the author has characters ramble on about how God doesn't care about us wrinkled pink things, or is punishing us for things we don't fully understand, or is simply playing tricks for fun, or is just looking down on us with no sense of compassion, or doesn't exist. Just in case the prose otherwise failed to convey that you are worthless and alone in the universe. Incidentally, Happy New Year!
Seriously, I know this story came out some years ago, but it never was ahead of its time, and it certainly didn't feel fresh to me reading this at the dawn of 2021. Lebbon himself would later write a similar novel, "The Silence," that was done much better and made into a Netflix original.
But again, on the surface, it's got all the makings of a great horror, and as a tribute to the "base-under-seige" subgenre, it is quite effective. And despite my joshing the author in this review, I must admit he is quite talented. His prose truly flows with a cadence that does almost feel like poetry.
So perhaps this short piece is a good place to begin to know the work of this popular author, and I know that many folks have enjoyed this particular dark fantasy. You just might too, especially on a cold day when you have had it up to your eyeballs with snow, gray skies, and lockdowns.
If this were a more vintage publication from at least 40 years ago, I'd probably have enjoyed this much more myself, nestled under my blanket like a kid watching Saturday morning "creature features." But this is a contemporary piece that just felt like the bare formula for dozens of stories we've all experienced already. There was no attempt to bring anything new or fresh. And somehow that insulted me.