Standalone easily has one of the best premises of the year with its Quantum Leap meets Friday the 13th vibe. Paul Michael Anderson turns the Quantum Leap element on its side, though, and instead of time travel we have trips across the multiverse. Yes, dear readers, Standalone is a multiversal slasher book. How bad-ass is that?!
Jenkins, our hero, if such an appellation could be applied to a horrific killer, travels across the multiverse to kill camp counselors and cut down nubile co-eds. Is it really murder if there's an infinite number of camp counselors and co-eds in other parallel dimensions? Are they even real if in one Earth they're camp counselors but on another Earth are actors playing camp counselors in a slasher flick?
Anderson largely avoids these kind of philosophical questions, opting instead for quick, bloody fun. Jenkins's immorality, too, is cushioned by the fact that he's not really a horror movie monster. He works for the Station, at the very center of the multiverse, and murder is his job. He has to claim his victims in order to properly distribute energy across all the many and various realms of existence, lest the multiverse become imbalanced and destroy all of existence. Even though he's essentially playing the role of Jason, Jenkins is a relatable everyman and never quite feels like a villain. There's a legitimate reason behind his grisly occupation, distasteful as it may be, and the role he occupies is more like a soldier than a serial killer.
Where Standalone could have stumbled is in its reasoning behind why this horror movie premise is necessary at the heart of this sci-fi book. Anderson does explain why Jenkins, and those like him at the Station, reenact familiar horror movie tropes in order to save the multiverse, but it never really goes much deeper than its because it's fucking cool! trappings. And mind you, that's not a knock because, seriously, this premise is pretty fucking cool, and Anderson's love and appreciation for the slasher genre is fully, and welcomingly, on display. It's the type of premise, though, that largely hangs on the readers willingness to accept it at face-value, and if you can groove with it you're in for a really good time.
More emotionally resonant, and with a deeper reasoning to hang a plot on, is the bonus short story, "The One Thing I Wish For You." A brand-new father is approached in the hospital waiting room with an offer that, on its surface, seems simple enough. If you could take away all of the pain your child would feel in life, and take it on yourself, would you? Your child would never know the pain of a scraped knee, a broken bone, or a slap to the face. You, however, would feel all of it and carry the scars in their stead. I dug the hell out of this little piece, and as a father myself I found it very relatable.
Both stories in this book, in fact, hinge on the choices a father makes in order to protect their loved ones, and the consequences they face. Anderson creates these neat little Faustian bargains that I really appreciate, and in Standalone and "The One Thing I Wish For You" no good deed goes unpunished. It may be bad news for Anderson's fathers, but it's good for us readers.