At this rate I think I'll be reading through all Douglas Clegg's books in the first half of 2010! This makes three in as many months with Mischief waiting on the shelf.
Naomi opens with the titular character, whom we are shown to be a manic depressive, descend into the NYC subway, intent of jumping in front of the first train and splattering herself all over the tracks. Things don't exactly go to plan, and instead she is saved by...something.
Jake Richards was Naomi's childhood sweetheart and has also escaped the stifling and devout Virginian town of Carthage to NYC. Unbeknown to him, he has been living in close proximity to Naomi, and as his life crumbles around him, he finds himself thinking about her more and more. Mere 'would of, could of, should of' thoughts quickly lament into obsession.
Jake finds out about Naomi's 'death', and his crusade leads him to piece together her life, to learn of the person she'd become. The deeper he descends, the more he believes that Naomi isn't dead, but is still alive somewhere beneath the city, and suffering...
This is the main thread of the novel, which weaves around the tales of a street kid living in the Below, the sewers and abandoned subways, and his quest to stop the evil that's escaped there. Also, we have Maddy, a struggling property tycoon whose Brownstone has revealed proof that witch trials took place in NYC. While battling with a tosser from the museum (who is trying to swindle her out of the property), Maddy comes into possession of a diary, allegedly belonging to one of the slain witches.
One thing I felt straight off the bat with this novel: it's a deeper, more literary book then I expected. Yes, I have got on my soapbox in the past when other readers have complained about Leisure Horror books for their explicit gore and paper thin characters, asking, what did you expect when you bought it? However, this one is out of left field. You could go at Naomi with a pair of scissors, snip out certain passages, certain paragraphs, and the result would be a nifty little collection of poetry about NYC. Beautiful stuff. It might sound cliche to say that the city itself felt like a character, but it's true. Scenes are set perfectly, as well as King did in Duma Key.
Is this the same writer who wrote The Infinite? The problems that dogged that book with the character backgrounds are handled with style and panache here, which adds to the steadily deepening mystery. All the characters are interesting and dark. In fact, at times, this is a very bleak book which makes the reader sympathise with the characters more. Naomi's depression, Jake's sense of being lost, Maddy's desperation not to lose her money...it's not a feel good book, which is great because it wouldn't work that way. At times the sense of hopelessness (especially with Jake as he struggles through his drastically changed life) is the driving force.
The stand out image for me lies at the roots of the city. A perfect mix of fantasy and the contemporary, and again, very, very dark.
My only slight criticism (and this is on behalf of an average reader seeking tradition horror, not my personal opinion) is that there is little gore and killing in this novel. The more graphic incidents are told or discussed, and there are very few deaths. But this is not what the book is about. It's dark fiction, subtle, not out and out horror.
A deliciously dark little number with enough meat to interest even the literary types. Deserves to sit on anyone's shelf.