In the harsh cold winters of north central United States and Canada there has always been an ever-present malicious force. A force that would drive men to devour their families. This psychosis has been so well documented that it has a legitimate medical diagnosis. The Wendigo has twenty-four different incarnations across as many different cultures, all of them warning of this corruption of humanity. A bereaved father, an Ojibwe Elder, and a small-town Police Chief do everything in their power to stop it. They lead it to the ends of the earth or has the Wendigo led them.
No spoilers. 3 1/2 stars. The Wendigo is a lone abomination wandering the cold, dark forests eating whatever human meat it finds...
It is insatiable and never feels full or satisfied...
Mikel was looking forward to a weekend ice fishing with his buddy Doug on a snowy lake near the Canadian border...
After a long day of fishing and many rounds of alcohol, Mikel wakes up in the middle of the night freezing and hungry...
... wondering how long he has been unconscious in the icy fish house...
What's worse is...
His buddy Doug is dead on the floor of the below zero structure...
And...
Doug is looking pretty tasty to Mikel on the opposite side of the room as he sits slowly starving to death while he clicks his flashlight...
On... off... on... off...
To some Cree, the legend of the Wendigo is that it lures humans to their death out in the cold forests...
Other tribes say it only attacks the greedy and wicked. Still, others believe it is an evil spirit that possesses a human host...
I rated this story 3 1/2 stars because although it was an interesting take on the legend of the Wendigo, it was flawed with many, many misused words and phrases: bear foot instead of barefoot, scuff in place of scoff, creek instead of creak, malis instead of malice... just to name a few examples.
I also found the plot to be full of unexplained loose ends, and the big finale was very lame.
This wasn't a bad story, and it was very interesting in parts (especially the last 40% where it took a bizarre but highly page-turning path). If you can overlook bad grammar and misused words and phrases, it was an upper-middlin' read.
This has the bones of a really good story...A great one. This story needs a strong editor. Several subject/verb disagreements, sloppy sentence construction here and there. English homophones appear to be the author's kryptonite: "shutter" for "shudder" "tenor" for "tenure" "malus" (A bone in the inner ear) for "malice" (ill-will) are a few examples. In places, the narrative drive becomes diffused due to clumsy exposition. The expository work thankfully is useful and adds to the story the problem is deployment. A good editor would hand it back and say" tighten this up"
Normally, I'd just move on but this work has too much good stuff: A great story, seems well-researched, interesting characters... all the bones of fantastically satisfying experience. It is like receiving a "C" paper from a student you expect "A" work. Hopefully, success will bring better editing.
I look forward to seeing more (and better executed/edited) from Erickson.