Monday, July 29, 2024
Black Mad Wheel by Josh Malerman
This is a pretty weird novel, with strong whiffs of Lawrence of Arabia and One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, along with some weird horror and SF stuff going on, and the slight strangeness of four guys who played in the Army Band in World War II being in a rock band twelve years later--not strange enough to break suspension of disbelief, but strange. The idea of them taking high-end audio equipment into the depths of the Namib desert, on the other hand, does break suspension of disbelief: There's no fucking power source mentioned--power cords, yeah, but not what they're plugged into. The supernatural stuff isn't handled super-gracefully, and there are several things presented as non-supernatural that cannot be so. The prose is pretty solid, and the story is more simple than it looks, once you peel away the POV-switching and timeline-hopping. Not blown away, but I don't feel as though I've wasted the past couple of hours, either.
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