Being an adolescent, going through all the nascent changes of the body and mind, exploding into what feels like a new existence, can feel like walking through hell. Things that once made sense don't make sense any more. In Patrick Nathan's dark coming-of-age novel Some Hell, that hell is made manifest and manifold. Colin, at 13, is the youngest in a family of five, his parents Alan and Diane, sister Heather, and brother Paul, a non-verbal autistic who does not like to be touched. When Alan dies in an apparent suicide, a gun to the head, the family literally falls apart. Grief becomes overwhelming and endless. Diane starts chain smoking and starts seeing a therapist. Colin feels immense guilt over what part he may have played in his father's death, having discovered the gun used beforehand in his father's office, where he set about writing odd details and stories in a series of notebooks. Both Colin and Diane try to find solace in those notebooks, but separately, as they are locked in their own pain, their own form of hell. Colin is also discovering his own sexuality, an especially confusing time for a young gay kid. And with a predatory science teacher, Colin is intrigued and repulsed, knows it's wrong, but can't help but be drawn to him. Nathan mines the landscape of grief as a solitary place, a hell that has no escape. There are those moments of clarity, of happiness, but asks if time is the only factor in getting better. Does it get better? Nathan also adds a wallop of an ending that is shocking and upsetting in equal measures, but no less keeping in the fatalist interiors of his characters. Hell could be wherever you may find your worse self, your worst fears, interfering without ceasing. Some call it life. But those mired within it, it is some hell.