Hello fellow Addicts!
As lovers of horror, we are misunderstood and stereotyped by people who aren’t fans of the macabre. Horror writers tend to face that stereotype even more so than the average horror fan at times. People think that we love the ugly side of life, that we yearn to act out in the ways we describe in our stories simply because that’s how we think and spin a tale. When horrible things happen, it’s not entirely clichéd to think a lover or creator of fright might be involved in some way. Author James Newman tackles that very fear in his book, “Animosity”.
Andrew Holland is a horror writer that lives in a very picturesque neighborhood. His neighbors are fascinated and excited to have a best-selling author living among them, at least until he makes a horrifying discovery. While out walking his dog, Andrew stumbles across the body of a girl around his daughter’s age. At first, there is the normal excitement and fear you might expect when a vicious crime like that occurs. People begin to wonder who the murderer might be, whether they are still in the area, or worse, is it one of their own? It is only a short span of time before the neighbors start behaving differently towards him. It becomes painfully obvious that everyone he once considered a friend now thinks him a monster because he writes about them.
I liked this story because of how it played with the fear most people in a similar setting have today. Is the kind man down the street really a nice guy, or is it an act to cover some heinous crime or depravity. With serial killers like Ted Bundy and the BTK, that fear is justified. I think that, for the most part, the turn of the people in the neighborhood was handled in a fairly believable fashion. There were a couple of people whose actions didn’t seem to fit all that well because it seemed to go completely against the nature of their character. Also, the way the news seemed to focus their reports of the crime on Andrew and his past seemed an artificial way to make him feel persecuted.
My rating for this book is a 3.5 out of 5.
Until next time…
Donald “D.J.” Pitsiladis