UNTIL THE SUN GOES DOWN is the Maine Maestro of Horror not named Stephen King's take on vampires. The dedication is to Uncle Stevie himself, who Ike Hamill thanks for all the scares when he was a kid. UNTIL THE SUN GOES DOWN is a short novel, but even so, takes a while to get going. It is unusual for Hamill in that there is very little actual dialogue (aside from the unnamed narrator's internal musings and recollections). This is largely because this is basically a one actor play, with only very brief cameos by a couple of other people. It is also unusual in that the narrator is self-described as an asocial loner with enough personality issues and quirks to make him (at least to me) rather unlikeable. In a one-man story, that is an inauspicious start.
The narrator has just inherited an old house on a remote unpaved road in rural Maine (where, like SK, many of Hamill’s novels are placed) from his recently deceased Uncle Walt. He has visited the place many times as a child and young adult and has many fond memories of these summer vacation stays. He intends to clean the place out in preparation for either selling it or moving in. He seems to be a rather itinerant sort, without a real career so moving up there all alone doesn’t bother him at all. In his first week there, on a scorching hot day, he decides (rather against type for an asocial loner I think) to check in on an elderly neighbor that he remembers is the occupant of the only other house on the road to see if he’s OK. He finds the old man, Mr. Engel, prostrate on the floor, feeds him some ice chips and calls for an ambulance. The old man is revived somewhat by the ice and manages to whisper to him something like “…The vampires… are in the cellar”. The narrator then finds a phone book upstairs while waiting for the ambulance and contacts a relative to let them know what has happened.
Despite the fact that the narrator is a logical fellow, he has also seen and been told by his Uncle Walt that there are things that don’t always make sense. So he doesn’t think to much about the vampire thing and goes about his business. A day or so later, the relative calls him back and tells him that Mr. Engel has died and asks him to return to Engel’s house and shut off the power and water. He agrees to do so, but then realizes that the circuit breakers are in the cellar. Only slightly queasy about this, he locks all the windows and descends the stairs to the cellar armed with a flashlight. There he discovers a chest freezer and worries that if he shuts the power off, whatever is in there will definitely spoil. So he opens the lid and…then the real story begins.
Hamill’s take on traditional horror tropes are always original and UNTIL THE SUN GOES DOWN is no different. The pacing that starts out so slowly becomes faster and faster and the story gets scarier and scarier right up until the end. When I first started the novel, I didn’t think I would like it because the narrator was so unlikeable. Despite having lost his wife and child in a birth gone terribly awry, he somehow didn’t generate any sympathy. But I should have trusted Hamill. This is perhaps the tenth or so of his many novels (the guy is a writing machine) that I have read, and all have been either good or great. Four solid stars.
Recommended.
JM Tepper
(I read this with my Kindle Unlimited subscription)