Ummm...let me; okay. I am not a harpy. Can I start there? I feel that to a certain extent I have to disclaimer my reviews of my latest reads because as I mentioned in an earlier review of The Mourning House, I am struggling mightily with the novella format on Kindle, mostly due to the length of the books, and am still viewing them through eyes much more acclimated to the depth that comes with a hundred or more additional pages. Anyway others are reviewing as if they know Mr. Brant and I will feel guilty because I will come off as though I don't think we read the same book.
This book was entertaining and fast paced. Let me start with that. The characters were well described and fleshed out, and Mr. Brant's writing style was great. It is not a hard book to enjoy or get through. There was a lot of dark comedic banter between the characters, and I found myself smiling more than once at their interactions.
Here's where my guilt comes in. Much of why it is so easy to read is that it simply isn't that deep or innovative. While reading it I was reminded over and over of the formula from The Blair Witch Project, which was really cool and innovative when it came out (mostly because of marketing and the first person filming), but is dated now and doesn't translate to books in any profound way. I was also reminded at several points of Quarantine, the movie with Jennifer Carpenter.
What you're left with is a fairly generic concept that is difficult to make shine except through exceptional details, and although the author does a great job of establishing backstory through Katie's subject knowledge, and does a wonderful job of describing surroundings and creatures, he simply doesn't have enough space or real avenue to overcome the simplistic by-numbers overall theme and plot. I felt like I was reading something out of one of those Reader's Digest things they used to have at school book fairs, but with more blecchy gooey descriptions like in The Mist or Creepshow 2 than the rating system of those short stories would allow given the grade level of the audience.
Again. I may simply demand too much. But when I look at the innovation I've seen in some other novellas in the genre, and remember such stories as Sun Dog, Rose Madder, The Regulators...those are mind stretching. Intricate. Impeccably fleshed out and with supernatural twists that defy imagination because they are truly out there. The Gate is not on that level.
These stories also have far more room to stretch their legs, and in this author's defense? That is huge. Game changing. So again, do not take my review and three stars as an indicator that I didn't like this book or that it is not worth reading. I did and it is. I guess I am simply something of a snob, and the book's only real problem was its own spoiled reader in this case!
Recommended for light enjoyment, pacing, thrills and some freaky imagery. Not recommended for those looking for major depth, plot innovation, or old fashioned psychologically satisfying ghost or supernatural horror.