In 2007, Entertainment Weekly asked Stephen King, "Who is the scariest guy in America?"
King said, "Probably Jack Ketchum."
In the beginning of 2018, Dallas Mayr, "Jack Ketchum" passed away. The entire horror community paid tribute and honor to this man with fierce passion and great emotion. I had never read any Ketchum and I was eager to see why so many of my favorite authors gave props to him as being one of their biggest influences on their writing.
I should have asked his fans which one to start with--but I didn't and I chose one of his most notorious books, "THE GIRL NEXT DOOR".
Being a newbie to Ketchum's work, I pretty much dove into the deep end of the pool without knowing how to swim.
It overwhelmed me and I didn't finish.
The main reason was because of the gravity Ketchum brings to his writing. It's so weighty. His words just carry so much authenticity and they penetrate so hard.
I'm a very emotional reader- I was unprepared for the amount of emotional wreckage this book contained within.
I was sucked into the story and felt everything so intensely that when the brutality of it all started amping up, it was like throat punches to my soul and I just couldn't deal.
I gave the book away. I needed it out of my house.
But damn if I didn't want to read something else--because that was some impactful storytelling!
I bought a bunch of paperbacks at Half Price Books and I showed them to some Ketchum fans and they said, "No, no, no...not those. Read RED." (Thank you Bracken MacLeod and Jonathan Janz for steering me through Ketchum's works)
About a month ago, there it was! At Half Price! And I snapped it up. I got to share this experience with a reading buddy (Tracy) and it was just perfect.
This book is perfection.
It's everything I love about books. The reader is immediately embraced as a fly on the wall to the simple, quiet life of Avery Ludlow. Ketchum masterfully sets into motion the cause for all the future effects right in the first fifteen pages.
It's my personal opinion that animal deaths and cruelty are some of the most difficult for readers. Our furry friends that we bring into our homes and come to love as intimately as our own human family members, are a huge part of our lives--so it's not something the community should take lightly or shame people for not being able to handle reading about those things in fiction.
That said, if you can get through the first fifteen pages-maybe skim over some of the descriptive language in one section, you can pretty much enjoy the rest of the book with no problems.
The craziest thing to me is how in just fifteen pages, I got the full sense of what this dog, Red, meant to his owner Avery.
Only fifteen pages! That's talent right there and the entire rest of the story is just heaps of that talent. By the time I finished the book, turned the last page, my whole reader's sole was pleasantly crushed to death under the weight of what I had just experienced over the last few days.
Jack Ketchum slays me.
The simplicity of his storytelling seems so easy and effortless--I kept thinking, how did he communicate that idea or feeling with so few words??
If I can just give an example? It's kind of spoilery, sorry, but read this:
"It was as though all that had happened by the river that day had happened to them years ago and this was what was left, a carcass almost strange to him which the dog inside had long since fled."
Oh. My. God.
See? As I was typing that out, the first few words are just building, building, and I know what comes next and I'm just blasted with the weight of it as soon as my eyes read the last words and I'm crying just like I did the first time I read them!
That is word-magic.
I'm hooked.
I'm a fan.
I get it now, I see.
I wish Dallas was here so I could tell him but at least his books are here forever.
There's more I could say about "human horror" and how WE are the real monsters and how the McCormack characters are the worst people in all of literature and I hated Mr. McCormack with every fiber in my being--so much so, it hurt to read the scenes where he was in them.
I could talk about the tender moments and Ludlow's hideously painful backstory...
But this would be the longest review ever and all you really want to know is:
Did she love it?
Yes. I loved it. Hard.