An oracular, sometimes-poetic, always-lugubrious meditation on the spiritual cesspool that is the universe.



A fictive jeremiad scabrously bewails the utter depravity of urban society and the human soul.

Debut author Hinrichsen unspools the blight, crime, squalor, and anomie of a nameless big city in brief chapters—essentially short stories—that sketch an anonymous character or a tawdry tableau with few narrative threads connecting them. Part I presents profiles of representative citizens: oldsters with fading memories of hollow lives; a callous drug dealer and a wasted male junkie/whore; a gang leader smacking down a rival; three separate killers who slaughter random women; a grizzled cop who understands arbitrary murderers can’t be caught; a priest losing his faith; a crowd mobbing a dance club with a sign reading, “Abandon hope, all ye who enter here”; and a “happy family” of mom, dad, and baby daughter that stays cheerful in an offhandedly violent fashion. Part II introduces supernatural and macabre elements as various characters, groups, and settings—monkish “watchers”; an immortal consciousness in a creepy house; a crowd of shades trapped in an alley; a charismatic leader commanding arsonists; a captain nicknamed the Mighty Charon delivering a shipload of human cargo—conceive hazy forebodings about the end of the world. Part III follows a mysterious man and woman who wander the city ruminating on its sinfulness, she hoping to find a shred of redemptive human innocence, he feeling certain there is none. The author’s Dantean vision of the city and its inhabitants is rich in lurid imagery of corruption, bloodshed, and doom, but it’s as static as a morality play. A few characters, like a homeless man who offers a grisly sacrifice of atonement, make arresting and significant choices, but most undertake no psychological or ethical journey and simply follow their iniquitous natures to hell. Hinrichsen’s prose is often energetic and evocative, but it gets weighed down by apocalyptic portentousness at every turn. Sample dudgeon: “One day there would be no spirit, no soul….This was the end of days prophesied for thousands of years. The apocalypse was slipping in through a small crack in the window.” (If you’re wondering what bleak vista prompts these musings, it’s children ice-skating.) As the overwrought novel slouches toward its climax, with both God and Satan contemplating suicide, readers may also find themselves praying that the end is nigh.

An oracular, sometimes-poetic, always-lugubrious meditation on the spiritual cesspool that is the universe.

Pub Date: Sept. 15, 2016

ISBN: 978-1-4917-9591-0

Page Count: 212

Publisher: iUniverse

Review Posted Online: Jan. 12, 2017

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A tasty, if not always tasteful, tale of supernatural mayhem that fans of King and Crichton alike will enjoy.


Are we not men? We are—well, ask Bigfoot, as Brooks does in this delightful yarn, following on his bestseller World War Z (2006).

A zombie apocalypse is one thing. A volcanic eruption is quite another, for, as the journalist who does a framing voice-over narration for Brooks’ latest puts it, when Mount Rainier popped its cork, “it was the psychological aspect, the hyperbole-fueled hysteria that had ended up killing the most people.” Maybe, but the sasquatches whom the volcano displaced contributed to the statistics, too, if only out of self-defense. Brooks places the epicenter of the Bigfoot war in a high-tech hideaway populated by the kind of people you might find in a Jurassic Park franchise: the schmo who doesn’t know how to do much of anything but tries anyway, the well-intentioned bleeding heart, the know-it-all intellectual who turns out to know the wrong things, the immigrant with a tough backstory and an instinct for survival. Indeed, the novel does double duty as a survival manual, packed full of good advice—for instance, try not to get wounded, for “injury turns you from a giver to a taker. Taking up our resources, our time to care for you.” Brooks presents a case for making room for Bigfoot in the world while peppering his narrative with timely social criticism about bad behavior on the human side of the conflict: The explosion of Rainier might have been better forecast had the president not slashed the budget of the U.S. Geological Survey, leading to “immediate suspension of the National Volcano Early Warning System,” and there’s always someone around looking to monetize the natural disaster and the sasquatch-y onslaught that follows. Brooks is a pro at building suspense even if it plays out in some rather spectacularly yucky episodes, one involving a short spear that takes its name from “the sucking sound of pulling it out of the dead man’s heart and lungs.” Grossness aside, it puts you right there on the scene.

A tasty, if not always tasteful, tale of supernatural mayhem that fans of King and Crichton alike will enjoy.

Pub Date: June 16, 2020

ISBN: 978-1-9848-2678-7

Page Count: 304

Publisher: Del Rey/Ballantine

Review Posted Online: Feb. 10, 2020

Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 2020

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An almost-but-not-quite-great slavery novel.

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The celebrated author of Between the World and Me (2015) and We Were Eight Years in Power (2017) merges magic, adventure, and antebellum intrigue in his first novel.

In pre–Civil War Virginia, people who are white, whatever their degree of refinement, are considered “the Quality” while those who are black, whatever their degree of dignity, are regarded as “the Tasked.” Whether such euphemisms for slavery actually existed in the 19th century, they are evocatively deployed in this account of the Underground Railroad and one of its conductors: Hiram Walker, one of the Tasked who’s barely out of his teens when he’s recruited to help guide escapees from bondage in the South to freedom in the North. “Conduction” has more than one meaning for Hiram. It's also the name for a mysterious force that transports certain gifted individuals from one place to another by way of a blue light that lifts and carries them along or across bodies of water. Hiram knows he has this gift after it saves him from drowning in a carriage mishap that kills his master’s oafish son (who’s Hiram’s biological brother). Whatever the source of this power, it galvanizes Hiram to leave behind not only his chains, but also the two Tasked people he loves most: Thena, a truculent older woman who practically raised him as a surrogate mother, and Sophia, a vivacious young friend from childhood whose attempt to accompany Hiram on his escape is thwarted practically at the start when they’re caught and jailed by slave catchers. Hiram directly confronts the most pernicious abuses of slavery before he is once again conducted away from danger and into sanctuary with the Underground, whose members convey him to the freer, if funkier environs of Philadelphia, where he continues to test his power and prepare to return to Virginia to emancipate the women he left behind—and to confront the mysteries of his past. Coates’ imaginative spin on the Underground Railroad’s history is as audacious as Colson Whitehead’s, if less intensely realized. Coates’ narrative flourishes and magic-powered protagonist are reminiscent of his work on Marvel’s Black Panther superhero comic book, but even his most melodramatic effects are deepened by historical facts and contemporary urgency.

An almost-but-not-quite-great slavery novel.

Pub Date: Sept. 24, 2019

ISBN: 978-0-399-59059-7

Page Count: 432

Publisher: One World/Random House

Review Posted Online: July 1, 2019

Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 15, 2019

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