Fingers. I think that’s the word that gets everyone. It’s easy to suspect, without reading any of the book, where the meat in Abyrne is really coming from & what the Chosen really are. I thought I knew what I was in for, but let me tell you, D’Lacey makes ritualistic cannibalism happen in a way that is totally new & fresh & appalling. I got through 50 pages of slaughtering & milking - oh my god, the milking is so, so awful - right up to the grand downfall of Greville Snipe: cow-fucker, and then I was so grossed out I had to put the book out of sight for about three days before I could get the courage to pick it back up. I mean that I literally could not look at this book, and it even had an ILL band over the cover so the meat hook was hidden. So this is pretty horrible, excellent stuff, at least in the beginning.
Unfortunately, after I’d let my stomach settle enough to be able to get back to it, I found the story starting to sag. I understand the need for all the different characters & their viewpoints, since this guy is going to be a martyr & this guy is a reluctant sort of savior as well & this lady is sleuthing it all out even though she has the Shakes & this guy is the worst bad guy ever . . . but all the same I never really cared for John Collins & his light-eating in particular, and the others got a little tedious too. I think that since I don’t usually have such a visceral reaction to horror, I wanted more of the yuck & more of the gut-wrenching & all that. I wanted more details about the Shakes, especially since I think it was meant to be a prion disease & I totally love a good prion disease. I wanted more information on the relationship between the Welfare and the townspeople. I wanted more Richard Shanti communicating with the Chosen & at least some talking to his wife goddammit about why he didn’t want their kids to eat meat. What the hell was up with him & Maya? I know we’re supposed to think that she’s all traitorous, and I admit that giving your husband some action in bed just to get him to do something he doesn't want to do is a bad relationship practice, but doesn’t it seem likely that if he’d told her that he was against meat for, you know, reasons, she would’ve acquiesced? If I’m just trying to put some pounds on my kids & you tell me, “Hey, I’m kind of against this since it's people,” I think I’d go back to rice & veggies without fussing. Maya’s just cluelessly trying to feed her kids & keep them from being afraid when the head Meat Guy’s goons come to kidnap them and then I’m supposed to buy that since she hasn’t had sex with her husband in so long, she really enjoyed being raped? The person gauging her mental state was a bit of an unreliable witness, what with being her rapist and all, but really, I wanted a lot more closure on her beyond, ‘she died.’ The ending was pretty satisfactory since everyone got their comeuppance. The Chosen stumble off into the sunset on their hobbled feet & there could easily be a sequel, but the highest praise I can give this book is that it’s so horrific that I wouldn’t touch any sequel with a ten-foot pole. I mean that in a good way!