“A sentence from his uncle’s book popped into his mind: ‘What was at stake here, he thought, was the solidity of the world.’
The house looked exactly the same, but it had altered itself nonetheless. In some internal fashion he had no hope of identifying, the house had adjusted to his presence. Mark waited. Chill drops of sweat glided down the sides of his chest. Unconsciously, he had balled his hands into fists, and the muscles in his calves and upper arms became unbearably taut. His eyes seemed to grow hot with the concentration of his staring. Mark’s entire body felt as if he were straining against an immovable force…”
Sick people who do sick things leave ripples that echo through time in the lives of everyone they touch. What if these echoes could manifest themselves, to pop through a rip in the fabric to cast judgement?
A trip from the bizarre and always original mind of Peter Straub back to Millhaven with Tim Underhill. This is sort of a continuation of Straub’s fantastic and legendary Blue Rose Trilogy (KOKO, Mystery, The Throat), but not really as they stand on their own. There were a few tenuous references to Koko, and one to Mystery that I picked up on, but nothing that a new reader would even bat an eye at. This is a book about a suicide, a psychopathic pedophilic killer, a haunted house, a writer, a young boy who’s finally found someone to love, and how they all tie in together, told in a gloriously non-linear style. Like all of Straub’s books however, it is more than what the narrative may suggest. It’s not about the mystery however; what happened, etc. it’s about WHY this all happened, which I found very thematically satisfying. People looking for a more traditional mystery will likely be disappointed though—this is no traditional whodunnit, nor is it a traditional haunted house story.
As is the norm with Straub, there are so many passages of poetic prose here, it’s hard not to get lost in it sometimes. His writing is similar to King’s, once again I can’t help but draw that comparison, but Straub is not a genre writer (not that King is just a genre writer; he’s not), but there’s no doubt that Straub puts a little more into every sentence than your average writer, and when he’s on, his words flow like music. He also has a creepy psychological aspect to his horrors that can range from subtlety creepy to leave-the-hall-light-on-scary. As I’ve said before, there are very few writers that are able to get in my head the way he can.
“In one way or another, Mark had awakened the Kalendars. Now they all had to live with the consequences, which would be unbearable but otherwise impossible to predict. A giant worm was loose, devouring reality in great mouthfuls. Now the worm’s sensors had located Nancy, and it’s great, humid body oozed ever closer, so close she could feel the earth yield beneath it.”
So how does this rank next to his bigger works? His Kokos, Ghost Storys, or Floating Dragons….well, the scope is smaller, and this is one of the things that worked against it. I think Peter intended this to be a smaller scale story, and it worked, and that’s fine, but that also means that it doesn’t quite reach the heights of some of his bigger works. I see that many find the end of this book unsatisfying, but like I stated above, I think they might be looking for this book to be something that it isn’t. The end, in my opinion, is totally par for the course for what this book, and the previously Tim Underhill books, are. Tim has always been a bit of an unreliable narrator in a sense, yet he always gets to the truth of the matter in his own way, even when the truth is sometimes too hard to face. Powerful stuff.
One negative that I have to mention is the teenage dialogue. This is common in books in general honestly, but some of it here was pretty funny. The teenagers in this book are about exactly my age-they’re high schoolers and this book came out in the early 2000s (2003 I think?), right when I was in high school. Peter tried to get the dialogue of kids at the time, but ooo boy did he miss the mark, bro. Yo, it just wasn’t accurate.
But that is ok, this comes up all the time, and I forgive it. Shit, I’m in my mid thirties and am so out of touch with teenagers today that I shutter to think of how bad it may read if I tried to write teenage dialogue. All things considered, he probably got much closer than I would.
4/5