by FR Jameson
Reviewed by Heidi Hirner
When someone offers to take you – Constant Reader – by
the hand, and lead you into a space of horrors … make sure that your guide is a good one.
If you’re like me, then you probably check the end of horror
books first, just to make sure that it’s safe to dip in your toe. Because you don’t wanna dip in your favourite
tootsie and lift out a bloody stump – nobody does a decent pirouette on a missing main piggy. So we gingerly test
the water, you and me, and if nothing in the dark deep end lops off our tootsies, then we wade in.
We probably like Stephen King the most, because we feel safe with
him. We’re happy to let him take us by the hand and lead us down those dark paths because he knows where the monsters
lurk, he’s dealt with them before, he knows how to twist them into knots before they get ya. Stephen – we
both know - is a good guide.
And so is FR Jameson. We have a new good guide.
When John Clay returns to London after a
two year absence, he is drawn to the flat of three beautiful actresses, and into the boudoir of one of those actresses –
Belinda, his flame-haired ex, a beautiful but self-absorbed woman who is nothing but “bad news.”
After a night spent indulging in various sins of the flesh with his
recovered ex-love, Clay dreams an exceptionally vivid and violent dream, a dream that involves his old friend Raymond.
The next morning he discovers all that now remains of Raymond is his
burned and bloody carcass.
Is Clay having pre-cognitive dreams? And what motive could anyone
have for wanting Raymond dead? As Clay investigates the death, he discovers that a lot has happened to his group of
friends during his two years away from London; secrets and resentments and murderous motives have knotted and clotted the
relationships of the group he calls the Wannabees, a group of actors, musicians and artists drifting perilously on the wrong
side of thirty, their na´ve dreams of Hollywood morphing slowly into nightmares of garish reality, the truth of decaying London
flats and unglamorous sagging flesh.
As the murders continue, Clay travels deeper into understanding the
mysteries of his friends, the enmeshment that characterizes their unhealthy relationships. And as he comes to understand
them, he comes to understand himself.
A book that is like a magnet – absolutely unputdownable from
the moment you pick it up. Puzzle pieces that are electrical, characters with their own unique attractions, charged
tension. A fantastically magnetic read.
FR Jameson is an excellent guide through the land of horrors, the
kind of guide that we can stick with.
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