Another 80s horror novel, this time by Farris. Truly a bizarre book to be sure. Shannon, the main protagonist, is the sole survivor of a murderous rampage by the Axman, who brutally slaughtered her entire family in Kansas when she was 17. Twenty years later, Shannon, after several years of therapy, is now living in NYC, working as an illustrator. After a meeting with her editor, she is riding the elevator down when the power goes out, leaving her stuck in a dark, with no way out. Don, her ex-fiancee, is waiting for her at a bar, and when she is very late, begins to worry, and sets out to find her.
So much for the plot. What makes this book bizarre has to do with the writing style. This is more of a stream of consciousness than a formal essay, with no chapters, and endless switching from the month before the axman in Kansas to Shannon's terrified musings in the elevator. It seems she is going insane, and having a conversation with the axman. Don, in his attempt to find her, teams up with Ernest Hemmingway (or his ghost, we are not sure), to hunt her down. The ending makes no sense at all. 1.5 stars.