Mr. Cables has a classic King set-up, or even a vintage Dean Koontz title before he went off the doggy deep-end, that Ronald Malfi makes all his own.
Bestselling author Wilson Paventeau is greeted by an elderly woman at a book signing for his latest release. She wants him to sign her copy of Mr. Cables, proclaiming it to be the scariest book Paventeau has ever written and the most frightening and disturbing thing she's ever read. There's only one problem - Paventeau's never heard of this book and he's damn sure he never wrote it, despite his name, author bio, and an outdated photo of himself on the hardcover's jacket. The woman is willing to part with the book, though, and Paventeau sets about trying to uncover the secrets of Mr. Cables.
The book itself is an odd object. The story of Mr. Cables and its boring protagonist, Quimby, is dull and uneventful. Paventeau complains several times that literally nothing happens -- and yet, he loses hours at a time each time he reads, lost and absorbed by the words he's convinced are not his own. Stranger still, the few others who read this book are left completely unsettled, finding a deeper, far more repulsive story that somehow eludes Paventeau himself.
To give much more away would be a disservice (this is only an 80 page novella for cripes' sake), but the concepts, decisions, and consequences Malfi explores here are pretty damn intriguing. The concept of Mr. Cables itself is a refreshingly unique spin on a classic trope, one that leads Paventeau on a mission of dual purposes. He's left not only to discover the secret history of this irregular title, but to face his own actions, which he'd thought were left buried in the past.
My only real complaint is that I found the ending to be a bit too simplistic. While Paventeau chooses to face his past actions head-on, we're left in the dark as to any actual long-lasting negative repercussions from his choices. I would have liked the ending to plumb the depths of his decisions and their aftermath just a little deeper, and the solution to the riddle that is the Mr. Cables book ultimately felt a little too shallow. The resolution to the mysteries set forth felt a bit too easy, a bit too happy, even, but it's a minor complaint given how well the preceding elements work.
Malfi's Mr. Cables is completely engrossing. I found myself immediately engaged in the writing and the characters, and this book really got its hooks into me right at the outset. I found myself rather discomfited at having the real-world regularly interrupt my reading over the course of the cumulative 90 or so minutes it took to plow through this material. Like Paventeau, I became oddly obsessed and engrossed in this book, albeit far more happily and willingly so.