This is a grim as hell novel, knotty like that wad of fishing line you found in your graddad's tackle box. Not exactly *believable* but absolutely sincere. Apparently the author's moved more toward Horror than this, which reads like a deconstructed Serial Killer/Profiler novel. This is not a novel wherein the profile figures out what's going on and captures his UNSUB at little cost of any kind; the resolution here is bloody and painful and ongoing when the novel ends.
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The Ballad of Perilous Graves by Alex Jennings
This really just flat didn't work for me. I thought it was going to something other than it was, I guess. I should have taken a closer...

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A neat little Horror novel (big shock on the genre, there, I'm sure) that plays some interesting games with PTSD and identity, with ma...
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Reading this novel reminded me a good deal of reading Processed Cheese . America Fantastica is more subtle, and the points it's makin...
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Oh, gawds, this novel starts as a bit of a mess and wraps up like someone who read too much Naturalistic fiction and decided to go with no...
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