Hello. I received an ARC of this book for free, in exchange for my honest review.
First, the Con:
There's one line that gets repeated a fair bit that made me grimace each time, and not in a dirty fun McDonaldland way. I've been asked not to quote anything, so I won't, okay, I'll just say that I felt its use was strange and unfortunate, at least, and I hope Mr. Lorn isn't aware of its significance out in the world. If he is… damn, baby, but you do you. I don't make the rules.
And now!
Let me begin properly by saying I'm pretty recently Lorn-Again, okay, as of this writing I've read just a few of his books, and only one other in the Bay's End series, so I'm not approaching this from a position of great authority.
I did recognize elements from the other one I've read (The Bedding of Boys) but I'm sure to have missed a great deal more. This is not to say that you can't enjoy this book read on its lonesome, just, I'm sure you'd get a richer experience if you'd read the others as well.
I felt that this was an experimental sort of book. The story drifts from place to place, time to time, dimension to dimension, dreamlike but for its viciousness. It's not difficult to follow, but it's not something most people could read casually, or put aside and come back to easily, after a period of time. (I don't think most people would want to, anyway--it's beautifully written, and compellingly strange.)
It demands your attention even as it frigs you around, which meshes well with the characters and the various plots, since so many of them are ugly, or tragic, or cruel, but nearly everything that seems familiar--the puffed-up local sheriff, the Bible-thumping old lady, the Crazy One, the fat nerd, the creepy hillbillies, the mysterious pastor--all of it's approached in fresh, original, unexpected ways.
Even having read a few of the author's books, I was unprepared for a lot of what happens in this one. Certainly, I was unprepared for some of it to be so moving. It's a rare horror author who can scare and disgust as capably as showcase his characters with real compassion, real understanding. Too often, they're one-dimensional, interchangeable, or else a big ol' bag of tropes, included to serve a purpose rather than to live on the page.
It feels like a very personal book, as well. I don't know Mr. Lorn's faith (or lack of same) and it's none of my beeswax regardless, but much of the story is focused on Christianity and atheism--not quite Christianity versus atheism, but yeah--but then also Heaven and Hell, and the other gods or pretender gods invented by the author, other realms, other creatures.
For me, that side of it came off like an examination and a challenge. One God or no gods… but then how do you explain this, smuggo? How do you explain that? Hardly anybody manages it with any real dexterity, except maybe The Fat Nerd, who's an atheist, and a child, but also the smartest (human) character in the book.
Now you're maybe like "Nooooo, not The Unnaturally Precocious Kid!" but that can really work if it's done well, okay, like remember in 'salem's Lot, that kid who was smarter than everyone else, more knowledgeable, more resourceful, basically invincible? Ridiculous, sure, but he was the only thing I liked about that book.
I like quite a bit more about this one. One thing I do know about Mr. Lorn is that he's a Stephen King superfan, but I'll go ahead and say it--he's better than Stephen King. Maybe not every single time--like I say, I'm new to the Lorniverse--but unquestionably, here. He isn't patronizing, he isn't hollow, he doesn't fall back on gimmicks, he's better.
(I haven't read every Stephen King book either, but I've read quite a few.)
Anyway!
This book has it all, and a bugfuck mental interdimensional nuthouse where gay conversion therapy is somehow even more diabolical than it is in real life. You thought it couldn't be done, but Mr. Lorn was the man for the job.
I'll read the others in the series, for sure. Way out of order, sure, but I trust the author enough to feel I can get that sorted.