Not going to bother with summarizing the plot, as many others have.
I let this one gestate a bit after reading, despite knowing my thoughts on it from about the halfway point. The only word I can think of to describe my experience with this novella is "Frustrating".
Much like Carrie and Binkertell (what an awful name) I am in two minds--er, perhaps, bodies--of thought. On the one hand, the story is an absolutely unique take on possession, turning the usual elements on their head with a perverse bent. The way Boley writes possession is interesting and engaging, and, despite my dislike of the story, I was compelled to read--so much so that I devoured it in a single day. There's something to be said about an author who can keep a reader not only engaged, but grapple with the content throughout the day when reading and away. The story, much like the Wishes, burrowed into my mind and nagged me in a good way. For that, I give Boley praise. I appreciated the upbeat ending and Daniel was by far my favorite character. There were moments of great suspense and anxiety--those exorcisms, whew--but it was always undermined by a joke which fell flat. Nothing is more disorienting than someone fishing a scrotum out of your stomach moments after such well-written horror.
It didn't work for even me, and that's my type of stupid humor. It's just not fun to read about sex the way Boley has presented it. The narrator's harsh language in regards to sex is distasteful--and I understand it was meant to be this way, I simply didn't care for it. I also didn't care for Carrie, she's shallow and annoying and it wasn't nice being inside of her head. Some scenes encroach on the 'men writing women' cliche, but not completely. There are moments where Boley renders Carrie quite well (as a man, I suppose I can't really say definitively), but it usually comes off as a false, hyper caricature of women and what the author thinks they'd be like during *certain* situations. Plainly, I think Boley was out of his depth with the subject matter of the Wishes and having a female protagonist. The humor didn't land well, either, which was a shame. Some sections were so mishandled that I could only shake my head.
All of that said, there were moments which shined above the bad bits--Boley's imagining of ghosts and how they interact with the living world was fascinating. The clarity and conveying of a sensation of dual consciousness in both the possession of the Wishes and when Carrie pilots the Binkertell meat-mech was fantastic. Sensory description was apt (unfortunately, in some cases) and the dialogue read well. The language itself was a pleasure to read, when Boley cut loose of the sex and focuses on the prose--until it falls off track again, that is.
There's a bit of depth here, too, with the story approaching allegorical discussion of addiction or complacency. It's easy to give in to carnal desires and waste away, and sometimes, it can feel as if you're not in control of your actions. But the allegory is half-baked, a jumble of thoughts and intention that never coalesces into something meaningful. If anything, it's an exercise in mindfulness, a warning that letting yourself fall into autopilot can bring ruination, but this is tenuous, at best.
I wanted to give this 2 stars, but I feel it deserves 2.5, simply because of how the story turned itself around in the end. I'm not completely satisfied but I am content, and perhaps I'll just have to reconcile that literary Slack in myself eventually.
In summary--Boley, if you're reading this review, you’ve tackled a very difficult subject matter and, while you missed the mark, you have crafted a story which burrows into the reader's skull, making them think about the story and its implications. No story is perfect, but you have a lot of good going for you. Keep writing, keep at your craft. This is one of those novellas where you can tell there was a flash of brilliance in the writer's mind, but it escaped them, in the end.
I recommend this book simply because it's a thinker, one that will challenge you as a reader and make you think long after you've set it down. Whether this is a good thing, well, the jury is still out on that one.