I write this review as a member of Rosie’s Book Review Team, and I freely chose to review an ARC copy of this novel.
I am a fan of horror, had read great reviews of one of Clausen’s collections of short stories, and I liked the sound of this one (and the cover is pretty impressive as well).
This is a short horror novella that works at many levels. Its topic is fairly well known (especially to lovers of the genre, and as a psychiatrist I’m also aware of its diagnostic implications, although I won’t elaborate on that), but despite its short length, the author manages to capture the atmosphere of the story, the cold, the darkness, the weirdness and the horror (more psychological than graphic, although it has its moments) in the few pages available, using also a pretty interesting way of telling the story. As mentioned in the description, rather than a standard narration, we have what appears to be a compilation of documents pertaining to a mysterious case, and this will appeal as well to lovers of crime stories and police procedural novels (although if they are sticklers for details, they might be bothered by the supernatural aspects and by some bits and pieces of information that don’t seem to quite fit in, but…). This peculiar way of narrating the story forces readers to do some of the work and fill in the blanks, and that is always a good strategy when it comes to horror (our imagination can come up with pretty scary things, as we all know). It also gives readers a variety of perspectives and some background that would have been trickier to include in a story of this length otherwise. Does it make it more difficult to identify with any of the characters? I didn’t find that to be the case. The story (or the evidence) starts mildly enough. An accident means that a family cannot go skiing as usual for their winter holidays, and the father decides to send his two children (and older girl, Otha, and a younger boy, Hugh) to stay with their grandfather, Fred, in Maine. Things start getting weird from the beginning, and Otha (who has a successful blog, and whose entries create the backbone of the story, making her the main narrator and the most sympathetic and easier to identify with for readers) is not the only one who worries about her grandfather, as some of the neighbours have also been wondering about the old man’s behaviour. The secret behind their grandmother’s death becomes an important part of the story and there are eerie moments aplenty to come.
The novella manages to combine well not only some legends and traditional Native-American stories with more modern concepts like PTSD, survivor’s guilt, but also the underlying current of grief that has come to dominate the life of the children’s grandfather. It also emphasises how much we have come to rely on technology and creature comforts that give us a false sense of security and cannot protect us again extreme natural conditions and disasters. Because of the age of the main protagonist, there is also a YA feel to the story with elements of the coming-of-age genre —even a possible love interest— and I’ve seen it listed under such category, but those aspects don’t overwhelm the rest of the story, and I don’t think they would reduce the enjoyment of readers who usually avoid that genre.
Is it scary? Well, that is always a personal call. As I said, there are some chilling scenes, but the novella is not too graphic (it relies heavily on what the characters might or might not have seen or heard, and also on our own capacity for autosuggestion and suspension of disbelief). There is something about the topic, which combines a strong moral taboo with plenty of true stories going back hundreds of years, which makes it a very likely scenario and something anybody reading it cannot help what reflect upon. We might all reassure ourselves that we wouldn’t do something like that, no matter how dire the conditions, but how confident are we? For me, that is the scariest part of the story.
In sum, this is a well-written and fairly scary story, with the emphasis on atmosphere and psychological horror rather than on blood and gore (but there is some, I’m warning you), successfully combined with an interesting way of narrating a familiar story. As a straight mystery not all details tie in perfectly, but it’s a good introduction to a new voice (in English) in the horror genre. I’m sure it won’t be the last of Clausen’s stories I’ll read.
I´ve hit upon the second off-putting scene in this book and I think now is the time to call it quits. These characters are disgusting, mentally disturbed and are complety lacking any kind of empathy.
And I did a little bit of skimreading at the back of the book and it seems that the author is discussing Anna´s family problems. Another good reason for quitting it, because who cares? I don´t!
This makes me question, though, if this actually is a mystery book. At this point I´m not so sure. But you know what, I don´t care.
Next!
Anna is a full-blown sociopath, not capable of any emotions whatsoever, being utterly selfish and self-adsorbed. I loathe her.
I admire the author for the audacity to confront the reader with a character such as this.
However, if Anna is going to hook up with Søren, the police detective and the male MC, I´m going to scream.
I went to the Danish library today and this book was recommended by the staff. So I thought, I would pick up a novel by a Danish author and get back into reading the Danish language (I´m always struggling at the beginning with it, tbh).
I´m not sure what to make of it just yet. The murder has happened, but this took about one or two pages of the narrative so far. As for the remaining 60ish pages, the two main characters have been introduced in the minutest details. Which would be fine, but now a random dude gets introduced in the same manner as well.
Okay, he might be not be as random as I think he might be. I guess he might become the bad guy. But still, I´m not interested in reading about him and if he is the bad guy, I´m most certainly not interested in getting his entire backstory unfolded before my eyes.
I like bad guys being of the mysterious type.