dnf @ 50%
rarely do i dnf books this far 'in' but The Invocations is sadly proving to be a profoundly boilerplate affair.
disclaimer: the below opinions are entirely subjective and you should not let my negative review of this novel dissuade you from giving it a shot.
having really liked one of Sutherland's previous novels, House of Hollow, my expectations for The Invocations were quite high. but, from its very prologue, i could see that The Invocations wouldn't be as unique and tantalizing a read as House of Hollow. the prologue depicts the kind of scenario that is de rigueur in the horror genre, (a girl walks home alone at night) but gives it such a bland CW-esque spin that it took me awhile to actually get through it. but i told myself it was just one of those weak-prologue cases, and that the rest of the novel would deliver...turns out the first chapter was even harder to get through than the prologue. it was trying so hard to be gritty and edgy, but in a way that made it and its focal character seem like Ninth House ripe-offs. we have these clumsily inserted flashbacks and every other sentence is stressing how 'different' this girl is from other people. there were too many scenes showing her stealing things that were particularly eye-roll worthy because they came off as being included more for edginess sake than for realism. the other two girls are also edgy, one, formerly a goodie-two-shoes, is the brains, the other one is the messy flirt (while i can get behind this type of character, for instance
Rachel Sennott's PJ in Bottoms, here the character's incessant flirting seemed out-of-place). there were so many plot points that really did not make sense and seemed to have been included merely to push the plot forward. plot-points that require readers to switch off or temporarily mute their critical thinking. for one, we have a member of the police force allowing girls to visit murder sites in exchange for cash (as if there would only be one officer left to their own devices on a 'fresh' crime scene). then we have one of the girls distracting the quintessential 'grunt-grunt' man by talking about sports (which would work if this was an absurdist comedy, like Bottoms or Barbie). there is a scene when these three are meeting in a public space and one of them gets physically thrown around like a rag doll but no one notices (yet they get shushed later for raising their voices?). the list goes on. make it make sense. the book's portrayal of violence against women, femicide, and misogyny are insultingly simplistic and it can be basically boiled down to all/most men are trash. i just kept noticing a lot of similarities between this novel and Ninth House, but whereas i completely bought into the dark paranormal storyline of the latter, Sutherland's take on this type of story never managed to convince me. whereas her writing in House of Hollow was lush, and delivered on being effortlessly creepy and deliciously fairy-talesque, here Sutherland's prose felt dry and repetitive. the three main characters lacked chemistry, their banter seemed rehearsed, their edgy quips predictable, their supposed comradeship sudden, and i could predict where the story was going from the get go (a quick peak at the end confirmed my suspicions). Sutherland's UK setting just doesn't ring true to me, it comes across as a cheap filmset, that relies on 'props' (like name-dropping places like Boots). sure maybe young British people's frame of reference might include Hallmark movies and they might opt for bougie instead of posh as a descriptor, but if you combine these things with a consistent lack of vernaculars/accents (one of the character suppodsly spent time in ireland..? sure), results in a vague setting that seems aimed at an american readership.
the lore another disappointing aspect of the story. characters who aren't acquainted with the supernatural are far too ready to believe in it or to seek supernatural solutions to their problems. all in all, this was a messy book starring cringey dialogues and characters, too much edgy posturing, and a storyline that has the mere trappings of a dark supernatural mystery.