It is important to note that the majority of the themes explored in this book deal with sensitive subject matters. My review, therefore, touches on these topics as well. Many people might find the subject matters of the book as well as those detailed in my review overwhelming. I would suggest you steer clear of both if this is the case. Please note that from this point forward I will be writing about matters which contain reflections on suicide, self-harm, grooming, alcoholism, sexual abuse against a minor, graphic physical abuse against a minor, parental neglect, psychological distress, parental abuse, racially motivated crime, graphic animal cruelty, death of an animal, abuse of a person with developmental delays, murder of a child, & others.
When I was young I learnt that with the right imagery, scenery & trust, a person could be led into a minefield of fear. It didn’t matter what was being told or what was happening, per se, but rather the malleability of the mind to be encouraged to linger on the event. I cannot call to mind the first time I watched “We’re Back! A Dinosaur’s Story” (1993) but the character of Professor Screweyes has stayed with me well into adulthood. Watching ‘Professor Screweyes’ Eccentric Circus roll onto the screen clicked with some part of my brain that longed for me to feel intrigued & repulsed by the man with the screws for eyes who lured children into his Eccentric Circus; feeding off their plights from the Fright Radio until it became apparent that he was emboldened by the aspects of a person’s entity that are seldom able to be controlled.
Time has distanced me from the first impressions I held of Professor Screweyes; I have come to know that the world is full of people who linger outside the confines of ‘good’ whether or not their end goal is to divert attention from their own terror, such as it was for the Professor. Yet, with all the years between me & my first viewing of the film, I refuse to shake the imagery that the movie has embedded in my mind. I understood that even if this movie presented me with the absurd—a professor who fed Brain Drain cereal to revert fun-loving Rex & his palls back into prehistoric beasts—the intention behind Professor Screweyes’ actions was a real facet within my reality. Children had been lured from safety into the clutches of people who might as well have had screws for eyes, so little was there behind the iris’.
I credit this 1993 movie with gifting me the ability to discern terror in the absurd; fear in the monstrously outlandish; & the comprehension that a distinctly crafted image can settle, mould & infect the recess’ of the mind for life. It is with the vivid recollection of Professor Screweyes, wandering within my mind, that I began reading this most recent work by Malfi.
In West Virginia, Black Mouth resides in something of a concavity within the land. Sucking the inhabitants dry of their will to bloom within their own lives & instead filling their hearts with tar; sedating them into positions of vulnerability poured forth from wicked tales of ghosts walking the earth; actioning despair through the limbs of guardian figure-heads wandering the corridors in broad daylight.
This is where the heart of Jamie Warren’s issue lies. The main character of this book, Jamie, is a man well into his thirties who is narrating this story to the reader from a moment in the future; reflecting on his emotions as one might when one is faced with the bulk of everything that holds one back. From the introductory parts of this book until the end, Jamie presents a clear & honest narration; expressing every detail in a blunt, weighted fashion that leads the reader to discern that what haunts Jamie the most is everything unsaid.
Jamie suffers from alcoholism that is sustained by the traumatic experiences he suffered throughout his childhood & which he has never been in a position to confront. I do not blame him for this. Each of the characters in this book might be read as presenting aspects of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). By this I mean, that Jaimie, Dennis, Clay, Mia & Wayne are characters whose personalities, actions & decisions are driven forward by markers of what one might clock as being the consequences of trauma on the mind of a child.
Though it would be accurate to state that the after-effects of a traumatic event play out in very different ways for every person affected, I regard Malfi very highly for being able to write characters who very much resemble me or you in that they are not simply the horrific events that they experienced but, entire human beings that live in a world that is real.
I have seldom come across an author who was able to present the weight of actual horror without necessitating a minute recounting of everything that could go wrong in the chemical makeup of the brain, that influences a person to act in a certain way. A traumatic experience is one that has the power to overthrow the person you have hoped to become.
Living through traumatic experiences as a child changes the world; it strips away any semblance of safety & revolts within the body repeatedly over the years until such a time as you are faced with yourself & wonder why things happened as they did. None of it ever seems fair & speaking that into existence seems pitiful because, of course, it wasn’t fair but outside yourself & the shadowy haunts of actions performed beyond your control, no one can possibly grasp the weight of what it means to be afraid in your own home.
There is great praise to be given to Malfi in that he was able to present the reader with a cast of characters who were incredibly well-developed, solid, entities in this realm. One might make a case study of each of the characters; discerning how each of their choices throughout life shed light on the results of their morbid experiences in childhood. For example, Clay became a social worker, one who seeks out children who are experiencing horrific abuse & attempts to give them a helping hand—one he admits to never having been given himself.
Another example can be found in Mia who maintains an obsession with the morose to the point of wanting to have imagery of ‘spooky’ beings tattooed on her body. This obsession can be noted as initially developed after she was given a graphic retelling of the events which saw her parents decapitated in an automobile accident.
When I started this review I sought to highlight that horror does not need to be presented as the masked man looming the street with a knife while a babysitter makes popcorn. Nor does it need to be Professor Screweyes’ murder of crows eating him alive at the end of an animated movie. What is scary about both of those scenes lies in their presence in reality. Just as the screw-eyed cartoon man wanders in my mind so too did The Illustrated Man seep into the forefront when we are introduced to The Magician in this book.
I cannot say for certain if Malfi sought to pay homage to Ray Bradbury’s “Something Wicked This Way Comes” (1962) or if I drew the parallels myself out of wishful & appreciative thinking. However, Bradbury’s ‘The Illustrated Man’ resembles Malfi’s ‘The Magician’ in ample ways, one might even be led to feel that these two dangerous figures are one & the same; a nightmare that seeks out the joyful trust of children.
As the mind-numbingly swift writing drew me into this story, revoking my need to reside on the sidelines as I saw myself approaching sentiments that I have held as desolated as the characters, I began to feel my heartbeat mounting in my ears as the dirty, fleshly figure of The Magician appeared to us in the darkened barn of Jamie Warren’s childhood home.
I find it most difficult to read books that involve child abuse because it leaves me in the impossibility of trying to stop what I, inevitably, know is going to happen. This is where Malfi’s superb writing comes into play. As I read, begrudgingly turning the pages of the book in molten anticipation of what I knew would happen when Jamie saw The Magician, Malfi saw fit to leave me hanging. The stress, anxiety & worry, that I had building remained peaked as the scene passed by with The Magician giving Jamie a blank playing card, & nothing else.
I read on knowing that at any moment I would be brought to the precipice of what my emotions had been preparing me for; setting a cushioning in my brain for the terrible things I knew I would have to read. Yet, that moment never came. Instead, I was left feeling succumbed with heated worry for the children page after page, until the book drew to a close & I realized that the symbolism of everything that happened would play out in my mind for as long as Professor Screweyes had been wandering the periphery.
Malfi did not write a book that leaves the reader to contemplate everything that might have happened—those things did happen. He did not write antagonists who wandered in the dark never to seek out the light—those characters sauntered the streets as any normal person might. Everything that Malfi wrote was intended & valuable. Even if you are a reader who does not want to acknowledge or seek out the undercurrent of themes, truth & actions, performed in a magic trick fashion—disillusioning yourself that the fire was the worst of it—Malfi grants your mind permission, almost sickeningly so, to absorb the words & have them play out in a mirage when you least expect it.
With all my heart, I found myself adoring this book. I would love to say that this is a feeling I encounter regularly but, it is not. I am seldom one who is able to look past aspects of a story that do not make sense & within this book, there were few if not any. I will say that I found myself a bit annoyed—rather irrationally upset—that Dennis died. This is a character who somewhat carried the weight of the narrative by saying nothing at all, yet all of Jamie’s drive to be a better person, a brave person, resides in the being of Dennis Warren.
I have no professional weight to back my comments regarding Dennis & I would like to highlight that here as well. Malfi’s inclusion of an array of characters never read as tokenism; everyone was positioned within the plot because, just as in life, there are people of all sorts. I never felt that the inclusion of Dennis, a character who had developmental delays, was in an effort to play this character off as being a brilliant but uncommunicative genius who saw past the ploy of The Magician. Rather, Dennis read as a person you might meet in your life & as someone who followed their older brother to the woods to play with his friends.
A single read of this book will not be enough for me to comment on every aspect of the story. I find myself at a loss to communicate why Dennis’ death leaves me feeling cheated but then, I ask myself how his character's display of PSTD plays within the story. Should I discern that The Magician having been trapped in Dennis’ turtle shell means that Dennis internalized the evil that he could not name & it drove him away from this world—in whatever metaphorical way this might mean?
Should I conclude that Dennis & Jamie’s relationship saw them play off each other’s strengths until they were both unable to grasp enough courage to face the demons of their lives? Could this be read as meaning that the weight of internalized, chemically altering, trauma can remove a person from this life? I’m sure there are many interpretations of this event yet, I remain irritated that Dennis died.
Wayne Lee Stull—the serial murderer & victim of The Magician—plays such a seemingly minute role in this book that it is easy to villainize his participation in the plot. Yet, with prose that seeps through the pages & riddles the senses with the flourish of nostalgia, the reader remembers that everyone started out as a child who looked upon a guardian in the hopes of love, safety & comfort.
How quickly life can change when we are tormented at the hands of people who brought us here; people who have accepted us into their homes; people that are supposed to protect us. I cannot speak to the experiences of all people & certainly, will never pretend to nor can I confidently say that everyone began at the same starting point in life—this would be ignorant—However, what I can say is that Malfi welcomes the possibility of reflection & divergence on all accounts.
It is important for me to read a book that challenges me. I can certainly appreciate a straightforward narrative that sees the moral of the story as simple to understand. However, I prefer to trudge through the plot & feel uncertain at the end of a book. I want to be left to sit with myself & allow my mind to wander past every word, replaying every scene; I want to be pensive, reflective & uncomfortable.
By writing a story that leads a reader through generational trauma with characters who are very real, fully developed, & strong, Malfi encourages the reader to fly through this book without a qualm. He settles the reader within the community & allows them to grasp hold of this place could be their hometown too. What, in fact, differentiates the fictional from the non-fictional?
I am left feeling incomparably thankful. A well-written book is something that I treasure to the core. Books have held a special place for me when nowhere else did. Here I remain, steadfast, searching for the stories that wedge their way between the unfathomable & the tangible human experience.
Thank you to Edelweiss+, Titan Books & Ronald Malfi for the free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review!