People like me. The thought drove home this harsh reality of Stauford's sons and daughters. Most of the people here were born with nothing, lived with little, and died with even less. Tiny blips in human history, offering nothing to the species except a chiseled marker saying "I was here for a time. Now I'm not."
Lurking under this simple premise of a technological haunting is a novella about melancholy, grief, aimless small-town youth, and the true misery of existing in the modern world. Keisling's Scanlines is a deep allegorical exploration of the early days of internet file sharing as a metaphor for the looming American disenchantment that Y2K soon came to deliver.
Admittedly, with such a lean length, some of its characters are screaming for more development, and the "haunting" concept seemed a bit stunted and unexplored. However, there is an artful and engrossing poignancy here, one that I have always suspected horror is the only genre able to truly achieve. There's copious emotional investment, with Keisling being the rare author who writes adolescents with brutal and unflinching reality, giving airs of Scott Heim, and of course, the King himself.
The comparisons to Suzuki's Ring series are inevitable. However, the two couldn't be more different in terms of authorial concerns. While Suzuki deftly dissects the concept of virality in a truly visionary way, with an emphasis on exploring the nature of infection, Keisling explores no such infection, instead portraying characters already fragile and on the verge of self-destruction, the haunting almost secondary at times. His story is a moment in history paused, obsessively rewound and replayed, a retrospection of the wild and untamed days of the internet and how they mirrored the collapse and ever-present struggle of the oldest batch of millennials thrown into an America no longer able to provide the prosperity it once deafeningly promised.
There is a lot here to engross and break your heart. Any story that explores horror and emotion on equal terms is always a winner in my eyes. Keisling has wrought a tale of hurt and loss, and his semi-autobiographical insights on depression and suicide were truly gripping. While there's something lacking in terms of a more developed story, and while some characters within the main cast seem abandoned and underdeveloped after the first act, nonetheless there is a lot in here to provoke and warrant discussion, which horror should always aim to do. Fantastic book.