This book stands out from everything else published recently. It’s not girly, or gritty, or paranormal. The cover says everything it needs to say: this is a horror comedy. It has a League of Gentlemen meets Addams Family feel. It begins with a 3rd person omniscient narrator that I immediately read like Jim Dale doing the voiceovers on Pushing Daisies. The plot tackles a vegetarian entering into the world of cannibals, which sounds silly and dark, like Delicatessen. Brilliant start, as these are all things I already love.
About halfway through this book, I put it down and never picked it up again. There was a bit of real gore and horror, but I never actually found it funny. From the other reviews it looks like the humor picks up when the detective gets more involved in the story, but I couldn’t make it that far.
I don’t know that this family’s history of cannibalism really needed to be explained. It takes many pages of hinting before it’s outright revealed, even though it’s announced on the flap of the book. If someone has picked up this book, they have already bought into the idea of reading about cannibals, so does it really matter why? Explaining they’re cannibals because they’re Russian, and they started eating other people during the lean years of a war, and it became a tradition… Can you see why that’s kind of problematic? You probably grew up on Russian Bond villains, but aren’t we past that? Cannibalism during WWII was real, and terrifying. So if you want to turn it into a joke, maybe not so close to the source material? Why not make a random English family cannibals?
Because even as we become more accepting of some people, another group becomes free game for ostracism. It’s easy to accept they’re cannibals if it’s part of their evil, backwards, foreign culture. In the name of humor Eastern Europeans are often the scapegoats of xenophobia, especially in the UK. Hey Matt Whyman, I’m here to tell you that’s just not on. It might seem like a small detail in this book, but what started as a niggling concern made me grit my teeth harder and harder as it went on, until I realized I didn’t need to do that to myself, and walked away.