I remember liking this book back when it came out, but lordy, that was twenty-two years ago! A lot's changed since then, both in writing trends and in my own experience (which, let's be honest, plays as much into a story's success as the writing itself), so it's interesting to revisit the story with that perspective in place. I was surprised to realize I remembered pretty much nothing about this story, save it was set on a cruise.
Holder starts the story off well, with an opening that conveys the proper dread, atmosphere, and unease, without a single drop of blood or ounce of viscera. I appreciate horror that can do this, and it raised my expectations for the rest of the story. Unfortunately, she doesn't maintain that style once the story proper gets going. But man, those first eight pages would make an excellent short story.
We're introduced to our main character and the secondaries in the first few chapters, and everything is progressing well, but once we get on the ship, the story loses a lot of steam. It gets repetitive, partly because of the impressionistic style Holder adopts to portray the more psychedelic aspects of the story, but also because we keep seeing the same struggles and the same events as the story unfolds. It doesn't feel like it develops so much as it flounders.
For all that repetition, the book ends suddenly, and we get our answers so quickly that it makes me wonder why it took so long to get there. It doesn't help that Holder drops plenty of hints along the way for us to know exactly what's happening, and the characters are left trying to figure things out. It could be a good way to develop dread -- we know the characters are helpless, and get in the mindset that we want to warn them, but can't -- but it doesn't work here. I think it could be due to the characterization; the characters are all cliches or caricatures, so it's hard to develop any meaningful connection with them.
There's a lot of promise to the story, and it avoids the misogyny I keep finding in horror from this era, so it's not a one-star book, but neither is it impressive enough to get above two stars. Unfortunately, she falls into that camp of authors where I wouldn't seek out more of their fiction, but I wouldn't flat-out refuse to read anything else, either. It's just mediocre.
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