Reviewed by Christy
Louise has made a fairly happy life
in California with her daughter Poppy. She loves her parents and her extended
family, but she’s perfectly content living across the country from her
childhood home in South Carolina. However, when her parents unexpectedly pass
away, she’s forced to travel home and deal with all the unpleasantness of a
sudden death: crushing grief, whether or not there's a will, clearing out the
house, and an immature, ne'er-do-well brother who has no interest in making
anything easy for Louise.
I am a huge fan of Grady Hendrix,
and one of things he does so well is give rich backstories to his characters
that help them feel three-dimensional. Walking through Louise's childhood home
with her as she assesses her and her family's past, I felt like I got to know
her parents quite well just by that alone. The details really make it: the shag
carpet, the attic string they keep tucked behind a picture frame, the pile of
wood in the backyard from an unfinished deck project, and the masses upon
masses of hand puppets. Yeah. There are puppets. And this brings me to why this
is my least-favorite Hendrix book. Puppets do nothing for me. I just don't find
them scary. They can definitely be a little creepy in a fun way (like clowns!),
but that's about it. The horror in this novel heavily relies on puppets and
dolls freaking you out. I know Hendrix is a fan of campy horror movies and pulp
books, so I can see where his inspiration came from. But this had me
questioning if I even understood what camp is.
I really struggled with figuring out what tone he was going for. In his past
work, he's always done well with striking the right balance with humor and horror.
I don't think he is as successful here.
My reading experience wasn't all negative. I did like the
discussion of generational trauma among families, and found it effective and
touching. Mark, Louise's brother, starts as an extremely annoying character who
develops into someone quite loveable; I loved his story arc. There are
unsettling scenes and scenes that filled me with absolute dread. The history of Pupkin, the main puppet, is so heartbreaking
I thought I might cry. There are definitely some good moments in here. However,
I don't think this is a good representation of Hendrix's work – especially for
a new reader. Unless puppets really freak you out!
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