Long suspected of guilt in his daughter’s disappearance, Branson Turaco’s life takes an abrupt turn when he learns that a lock of her hair has been found in a child predator’s home. He buys an unlicensed handgun, enlists the help of a disgraced filmmaker and a desperate intern, and heads out onto the open road. Clinging to the faint hope that his daughter might still be alive, Branson follows a twisted path into an unknown world of terror within a post-human drug cult.
About the author:
A notable voice in the horror genre, Dixon says the time is right for the progressive horror subset to expand and explore new avenues of storytelling.
“Horror has never been more popular,” Dixon explains. “Soccer moms watch The Walking Dead, listen to Rob Zombie and buy tickets to see The Conjuring. The time is ripe for new voices, new ideas and new stories.”
Guest Post from the author:
Lorne Dixon grew up on a diet of yellow-spined paperbacks, black-and-white monster movies, and the thunder-lizard back-beat of rock n’ roll. His new novel, Blue Eel, is now available from Cutting Block Books.
You’ve had the conversation before, probably often enough to believe it. “Every story has been told. Everything we read now is only a writer’s spin on it.”
The best information we have (from the Population Reference Bureau) suggests that 107 billion people have lived on Earth. Some lived long enough to see Great Grandchildren marry. Others spent only a few precious moments alive before disease and poor hospital conditions ended their adventure. Some ran through wet sand while dodging machine gun fire on D-Day. Somewhere, right now, someone is developing a groundbreaking logarithm that may someday allow medical technology to reverse the process of aging.
None of these people have the same story. None. In fact, NO ONE shares the same life. Are there commonalities between them? Sure. Geography, culture, and heredity all conspire to create a sense of familiarity. We can place people in artificial brackets all day long. This one’s a “schoolteacher”. “Refugee”. “Rock star”. “Serial Killer”. But what does these descriptors tell us about the person? Or their hardships and triumphs? Nothing.
If we agree that everyone lives a singular life, how can it be that the fiction written by different writers could possibly be reduced to just “spin”? Reducing a novel to a caricature of its plot may give a sense of easy classification, but how is “revenge novel” any different than “schoolteacher”? It’s not. In school, they taught us that in literature there are a finite number of “types of conflict”. But really, why would anyone consider is a story about surviving in a space station as it descends into a black hole to be remotely similar to the plight of a petty criminal locked in a jail cell during a tsunami. Yes, they’re both “man vs. nature”, but the stories have very little else in common. A short story about a chess match might be “man vs. man”, but what is its relation to the story of a violent home invasion? These categories are meaningless.
What’s the big deal, you ask? I find the idea that we have no new stories to tell to be cultural suicide. The moment we truly believe that we’ve read it all and there’s nothing more to experience, we lose an essential element of humanity. We read fiction, watch movies, go to art exhibits, and listen to music in order to see though another person’s eyes. To experience a world beyond our eyes, ears, and fingertips. Once we give that up, we’re left with only our own senses. Communication becomes a survival tool, nothing more. That’s not a world where I’d choose to live.
The best information we have (according to Google) suggests that nearly 130 million books have been published. Tune out the noise and enjoy as many of them as you can fit into your unique, singular life.
What I thought:
This is one of the weirdest books I have ever read, and I mean that in a good way. It was creepy, yes and definitely falls under the horror genre. Some parts were so weird, but at the same time, it was awesome to see a new concept. Dixon took what could have been just your typical run of the mill thriller and put a fresh spin on it, making it stand out.
The main character in this story, Branson, is a jaded father. His child disappeared many years ago, and when a new incident occurs that may be linked to his child’s disappearance, he runs down any lead he can find. But thanks to the twist in Dixon’s story, this isn’t your average missing child story.
The only thing that got me was the ending. The story was so interesting and moved so fast, and then BAM the ending just happened. I still liked the book nonetheless.
I give this book 4 stars.
I would also like to thank Smith Publicity for providing me with a copy of this book in exchange for my honest review.