[review to be written when I've stopped blowing my nose and my eyes aren't sore from crying]
Two days after I finished reading, and I'm still rocked by this book. It certainly works on the level of sheer horror --Kel's nightmare, in all its infinite variety of circumstance, in its dread, and in the inevitable shattering grief, feels like that moment right before your car crashes when everything slows down and you know you can't stop what's coming. Well, that is, in effect, the nightmare. Only worse, far worse. And Kel's hopeless futile attempts to keep June alive after Tomas's apparent death will just crush you.
Don't get me wrong, the supernatural aspects of this book are terrifying. But would they frighten me if I weren't desperate for Kel et al. to be okay and for their griefs to be resolved? That was a rhetorical question. Grief is the engine of this story.
This might be a good moment to say something about Augustus Roth/Daniel May's gift for characterization. I don't think he ever says that such-and-such a character has such-and-such qualities; he leaves the naming of emotions quite late, too. But every character in this book was alive for me, even the ones who appear only briefly like Clay and Erik, and even the OTT monsters like the gleeful murdering pyromaniac Maddox are somehow just OTT enough to catch that Thing Under the Bed feeling.
Well. There are some really funny bits too. I kind of loved it that Kel isn't sure exactly how many dogs he has, and that he somehow always manages to arrange dog-sitting even while he's busy dealing with, you know, eldritch horror.
TWs. Oh, I don't know. As a rule I'm in favor, but this is a case where I think the book description gives a pretty clear idea of what readers are likely to be in for, without specific spoilers. I'd leave it at this: if you've suffered devastating, traumatic losses, Last Man Standing is a very painful read. Of course, most people have suffered a terrible loss or three by the time they hit middle age, and maybe if you haven't suffered any such losses, this book will just scare you and make you tear up, IDK. But there's so much love in it that I found it weirdly comforting even though real life doesn't come with HEAs like this one.
AR/DM has sold me on MMM twice now (looking at you, Taste of Ink series) -- not just that it's a possible form of intimate relationship in principle, but that these three people, specifically, are all in love with one another and belong together. It seems to me that that's exponentially harder than writing two-person intimacy, because the emotional dynamics are even more complicated with three people.
I admire AR/DM so much. That's the long and the short of it.