A Phenomenal Magnum Opus
Do eternal spiritual entities exist among us? Can there be life and love and esoteric knowledge without the mediums of both human and supernatural reasoning and actions? Are ancient truths all fictions? Well, Karen Michalson, in her penning of The Maenad’s God, answers all of these questions and more.
There are dangers in reading a novel of this calibre, in that, it takes the reader to places both unfamiliar and recalcitrant. The literary structure of this work, rather than being linear, meaning arranged from pole to pole, is instead harmoniously circular, gracefully moving the reader back and forth through the realms of ancient mysticism and mythology, spiritualism, poetry, music, realism, idealism, and sensualism. The most fitting context for The Maenad’s God is a mythological one: that myth being, Dionysus, the maenad’s god. In Greek mythology, maenads were female followers of Dionysus, the god of fertility, festivity, insanity, ritual madness, religious ecstasy, and theatre, and also known as "the liberator," a being capable of freeing his followers from self-conscious fears and cares by subversion of the oppressive restraints of the powerful.
The Maenad’s God is a mystery first and foremost, a whodunit, whose first-person complex plot is driven by FBI Special Agent, Peter C. Morrow, a man tasked to discover the perpetrator of a gruesome, bizarre military base murder that’s rumoured to be associated with the drug culture, religious fanaticism, and the mob. But very soon into this classical detective story the reader all of a sudden discovers that it’s not so much a whodunit, but a complex crime puzzle, told in a double narrative style where the one narrative is quickly revealed, while the other remains deeply hidden in the sands of abstruse time. Set in the early 1990s, a culturally imagined decade of peace, prosperity, new media, and alternative music movements like hardcore drum and bass rock, the story takes the reader on a literary ride from New England, most specifically Boston, Massachusetts, into the largest city in Canada, Toronto, Ontario, where Agent Morrow meets his modern-day maenads and his erotic Dionysus, a beautiful musician named Jade. While dealing with the duplicity and hypocrisy of his day-to-day FBI world, tough-guy loner, Pete Morrow, in his investigation of this arcane murder, finds himself embarking upon a personal odyssey of self-examination and exploration, forcefully pushing himself through his long-held cynicisms about humanity––about those only motivated by undue ambition, meaningless desires, and political gratification––and into a deeper understanding of his emotional and sensual triggers and repressed beliefs.
To say anything more about this novel would be to reveal its recondite secrets. It is an epic story that will, in its essence, equally enchant and disturb the reader. It is well-researched with scenes and locations steeped in reality, and Michalson’s development and handling of the characters is not only forceful, but complete. The action is both poetic and violent, as are the deaths. Karen Michalson does not skimp on deep-rooted emotionalism. This work is rewardingly substantive, and its effect, at least to this reader, was overpowering. Simply put, The Maenad’s God is a masterful example of original storytelling. Five stars to Karen Michalson for this phenomenal literary creation.