I received a free copy of the ebook from the author in exchange for my honest review. This review or a version of it is posted on Amazon, Goodreads, and my Wordpress blog, TheCeaselessReaderWrites.
Cold Calling is not a pleasant story, and it is a difficult read, but it’s a not a bad book.
Let me explain. It’s not pleasant because, although not immediately apparent, it’s a horror story. It’s difficult for a couple of reasons. The story is told in a rapid-fire, second-person, semi-stream of consciousness style that serves to allow the reader into protagonist Rhys Davies’ head and understand his existential pain. The first part of the book repeats Davies’ daily routine ad nauseum: he wakes up, often late, then spends his workday at a mind-numbingly, soul-suckingly, pointless job at a call center; goes home, listens to a couchbound, t.v.-addicted roommate drone on endlessly about her meaningless day at a similarly demeaning job; retires to his bedroom and plugs in to the Internet, where he spends hours alternating between trolling relentlessly on multiple social media platforms and browsing increasingly depraved porno sites and engaging in self-abuse; goes out clubbing with his other despised roommate, drinks himself into a stupor; and finally stumbles home and tumbles into bed. Again. And again. And over and over and over again. As I said, ad nauseum.
But therein lies Mr. Wilks’ genius in this story. Just as that routine was becoming so boring that I was about to give up on the book, Davies’ actions veer off into the unspeakable, and it becomes apparent that the seemingly endless repetition of banality and depravity is necessary to establish the reason for Davies’ psychotic break. The second reason Cold Calling is difficult is because the acts that Davies commits once he finally breaks are truly, despicably, horrible, and his justifications for repeating those acts in escalating orgies of violence are deeply disturbing. No spoilers here; you’ll have to read the book to see how horrifying it really is.
Finally, just as in Wilks’ prior novel, The Death of Danny Daggers, which I also enjoyed and reviewed on Goodreads and Amazon, Cold Calling is full of spelling and grammatical errors, which at times become distracting, at least for this English major and former adjunct professor. Mr. Wilks, if you read this review, I’m offering my services as a copy editor on your next project if you’re interested. You already know how to reach me; just let me know.
I don’t end 3-star or better reviews on a bad note, so I’ll finish by saying this: I’ve been reading horror fiction since I was a pre-teen, and this was the first story in years to really shock me.