Thanks to NetGalley and the publisher for an e-ARC of this in exchange for a fair and honest review.
The easiest way to describe this book is like an episode of supernatural. Now if you’ve seen supernatural, you’ll know they’ve taken that way further than they needed to. Luckily this one feels like a pretty good episode.
In this book we follow an FBI detective who is instructed to go investigate a distress call of a father attacking his wife and daughter. When she gets there, things start getting weird. People who are normally entirely fine seem to get infected with some sort of inherent rage and violence. What follows is a series of events that gets her put on desk duty. That doesn’t stop her from trying to figure out what going on.
In her investigations she comes across this man who seems to have a weird British dialect and who can do weird things. She soon discovers that what she’s experiencing isn’t new. That the monster responsible is much more ancient and grand than anything she could ever imagine.
This book was an enjoyable ride. It wasn’t difficult, but it was never overtly scary. Nevertheless, del Toro definitely knows how to set a good tone. Of course, he is known for all of his works in film and television, and I’m glad to see that he’s able to do a decent job as an author. I was a little irked I have to deal with another detective story, but the author is more critical than praising of the FBI. The FBI is definitely seen as an antagonist or at least a mild one.
It was also a conversation of race. Coming fresh off of Lovecraft country, this isn’t nearly as nuanced, but I thought it was fairly good. In the end though, that kind of distinction isn’t mine to have, and I would advise you to look into reviews from people of color.
To sum up, I thought it was an enjoyable ride. I don’t regret reading it, and there is a pretty good chance I’ll pick up the next one, especially if it’s also on NetGalley.
I mentioned I was reading this in my September 18th, 2020 Friday Reads.