Cult Dives into another Book
Doug Brunell has laid to page what many of us fear, what if scenarios that most of us horror loving aficionados know all too well with resulting predicaments that one would only hope would never/could never happen. So just who can you trust, who can you turn to and where can you turn when you’re a stranger in a strange unforgiving land. A landscape that’s unforgiving, self-sufficient, self-governed (lawlessness in essence) and heaven forbid the inevitable (be it caused from karma, a directed snipping blade, from natural causes or otherwise) has transpired.
Grabbing the reader’s senses with comparative ease Mr. Brunell whisks them away to a vivid perceived locale we all know, deep down, exists though choose to ignore the existence of. In a more than clever storyline he has managed to weave a rollicking tale using local myths, small town shenanigans including a sex based reward system, investigative individuals (one of which always in search of new ideas to insert into ominous, oft macabre, fables) stumbling upon more than they ever bargained for, several interesting protagonist types and numerous others ‘ripe for the shed’.
But before even all of the grisliness, chunkiest and juiciest parts flow afore the reader’s eyes Amanda, a teenager stuck in the middle of nowhere without mod. cons (shock horror!), utters a stunning sentence to sum up the tale brilliantly “…this was her definition of misery...” a conclusion reached before her role has yet to come to the forefront of the narrative. And it only gets worse.
“Charles, but isn’t that a boy’s name?”
“It’s a long story.”
Nothing Men also touches upon an individual suffering from mental disabilities and the unpredictable nature associated with the same when placed in an interaction, high stress environment.
Many of the individual’s thoughts and actions are so relevant that one might easily be able to place themselves in their shoes. The fact that the Father is an author of suspense makes it even more intriguing as his daughter picks up on that she thought she had no use for, often pushing aside her Father’s career path as merely odd, not useful in any way, and later utilizes the knowledge to great use. In much the same situations she only ever believed happened in the movies or in one of her father’s ‘fanciful’ tomes.
Nothing Men has boat loads of twists and turns to keep the reader intrigued. Just when one might think salvation is at hand it gets ripped away with the same loving yank as a blade through the evenings scheduled ‘dinner’.
In a similar vein to numerous printed works from a master in the genre, Jack Ketchum, this is a volume you could easily find yourself engrossed in, tearing through in fact all in order to get to the last page and an answer to the all-consuming question predominant throughout its many pages. To quote an infamous tagline from Tobe Hooper’s Texas Chainsaw Massacre; Who will survive and what will be left of them?