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Nothing But Horror Tropes & Misplaced Expectations

One of my deepest and longest standing loves has been for the horror genre, ever since I was young enough to read a classic Goosebumps novel or feel the sensation of my skin crawling when reading "Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark." As an adult, horror has still been my longest love, with the classic haunted house storyline being one of my personal favorites told repeatedly over time. It can be told in a thousand different ways and still give you that sense of dread that leaves you glancing around at the pale walls of your own home with weary concern.

From "Haunting of Hill House" to "Hell House" and even "Naomi's Room," the haunted house plot can never grow trite and cliche, so long as it's done right and the reader is immersed into the atmosphere along with the characters. But that's the catch -- with a storyline done so many times before, it absolutely must be done right to be scary.

Sadly, "Nothing But Blackened Teeth" missed the mark on this.

Cassandra Khaw created a story that seemed to be every checkbox of haunted house tropes packaged neatly in this grotesquely covered novella. Four lifelong friends, coupled with some romantic rivalries mixed in, rent out an eerie Heian-era mansion for a night of ghost hunting and wedding ceremony. It's a creative take, and one of the things that appeals to a horror audience is the creepy myths and tales that come from the Eastern end of the world.

I mean, twenty years later, and the Grudge still gives me the creeps and unsettles me. And some of the best horror movies and novels I've discovered came from the other end of the world, from a culture I know nothing about but continue to keep me hooked.

That's the problem with this novella, though. It seems to give the impression that we as an audience are expected to know immediately what we're experiencing and seeing in the context of this story. We're supposed to automatically know what yokai and kappa are, the vocabulary used to describe the interior of the mansion, and the cultural influences that hang over the ambience of it all. And that's not the case with many of the readers, I spent a good portion of the time reading this book highlighting words to search up and help myself create a mental image of what was happening. That, sadly, broke the experience of being immersed in the story, and as an author, that's something you don't want to happen when writing a horror novel.

Though this isn't the only issue I had with the story.

The characters are all extremely unlikeable, and even when we're supposed to root for them, or be sad, we're not given the chance to really get to know them. Even the one casualty that occurs at the end seems to come from nowhere but we're not given the chance to be shocked or experience any kind of emotional investment, despite the author's insistence to describing this characters as everyone's best friend and the perfect person.

And then there is the constant fourth-wall breaks or references to horror movies done throughout that felt more comedic than part of a legitimate story, let alone how true characters should talk. "This is the part where we die" and "I'm rich, you're bisexual, we are always the first to die...." this was not as humorous or entertaining as it felt it was intended to be. If anything, that suspension of disbelief was broadened even more, and made it even more difficult to relate to these characters.

I could go on about the cliche horror tools, such as a library in the next room or suddenly there being a book with the instructions on how to stop the ghosts altogether and get their friend back. It felt like an incredibly lazy wrap-up to the story that had a lot of potential in the beginning, but fell flat a third of the way in.

To summarize my review, the idea, the hook, the story altogether had me in a good hold at the beginning, but the momentum died down quickly before the end of the first half, and from there, it just felt like a need to finish since it was such a short book rather than out of enjoyment. There are plenty of high quality haunted house stories out there, some as short as this, if not more, but this would not be one I could recommend.

Allow me to first state that I have never put a book classified as a thriller in my personal "Did Not Finish" category pile. I always finished reading a book all the way through if it's a thriller, but sadly, this book is the first.

I got to Chapter 4 and the description of a nurse as "mocha skin" was what did it for me. Personally, that's lazy writing and I was not fond of that. It was the final line that pushed me closer to an aneurysm. So take my review thus far with a grain of salt, as I did not finish this book, I did not read it all the way through, and the choice of narrator for the audiobook was not the best decision.

Allow me to get into the depths of this review by trying to summarize the premise fairly quickly: Nora Davis is the daughter of notorious and infamous serial killer, Aaron Nierling, who was known as the Handyman and kept the bodies and bones of his victims in his basement. Now Nora is fully grown, a successful general surgeon, living a life of solitary and trying to separate herself from her past as much as possible. That is, until one of her patients turns up dead in the exact same manner as her father’s victims, and Nora fears that someone knows who she is and wants her to take the fall for this crime. She fights to make sure the police can’t pin anything on her but appears to keep her own set of secrets she would like to keep buried.

Right off the bat, this premise caught my attention and I was intrigued. I've heard this kind of story a thousand times over and it never gets old, because the story can be told in many different ways. The idea of whether we are the same kind of monsters as those we are related to has been churned into different ways, dating all the way back to Greek mythology, and even further to Mesopotamia era. It's a great idea, a great storyline to run with, and I'm all for it.

So long as the writing and characterization supports this story. That's where this book falls flat on its face, in a rather hilarious way that I only ever witnessed while watching an episode of Ridiculousness. In fact, this book could fit into an entry on that show, if it was possible.

Let me get on my soapbox about the writing, and it can be summed up in one single word. Lazy.

I can be more than understanding of a writer and author that is still getting their feet wet in the literary world. I can excuse the pacing of a story or if it feels like I'm reading fanfiction over an original piece. But I draw the line at lazy writing and lack of effort in editing and rereading.

As stated prior, I cannot stand when authors and writers use food to describe a person's skin tone, especially those with darker complexions. It is so overused, cliche, and screams of microaggression and stereotyping. If you want to know how to describe people of color in your writing, my best advice is to read works by people of color, do your research into the diverse cultures, and don't fall back into lazy phrasing. Tell me the character has a darker skin tone, that's perfectly fine, I've seen some authors even use terms like "beautiful dark skin" which is also fine. Others lean towards specific cultures and locations. I recall one author describing a character of theirs as "being from the Islands" and another described a character simply as a "Rastafarian," which also works.

There is also an inconsistency in the story with the timeline. The back of the book describes that Nora was eleven years old when her father was first arrested, and the police came to her doorstep. But in the book itself, it’s mentioned frequently that she was ten years old, and then again she was eleven. The first thing I’m wondering is “which is it? Was she ten? Or was she eleven?”

The writing style is a complete contrast and contradiction to the themes, premise, and the overall arching storyline. The story is told from a first-person point of view, and reading it, while listening to the audiobook, feels like the story is told from the perspective of a teenager, maybe late teens, early twenties. Not a woman in her mid-thirties, a general surgeon that works in the medical field and lives a life of solitary. The maturity of the main female character is far too young for what she is supposed to be.

It felt like the pacing in these chapters read is all over the place. We have Nora, the narrator and main character, throwing us immediately into learning her father is an infamous serial killer, and that people around town know who he is, but don’t know her. Then we are introduced to a bartender who she right away points out seems to be familiar, and a patient that has an unhealthy love interest in her, and practically stalks her home. It gives too much of a fanfiction, “every male character is going to fall in love with me” kind of deal. It’s just off for me, and takes me out of the story.

Then we are told from Nora’s point of view things that are either repeated constantly throughout, or irrelevant to the story. For instance, we learn right away that Nora’s favorite drink is old-fashioned, which is fine, but there is a full paragraph in the first chapter explaining why, and it is then mentioned several times throughout. Like a constant reminder “hey, I like old-fashions,” “just a quick reminder, this is my favorite drink.”

Another that I felt was unnecessary was learning what type of car her partner at work has. Like, how is this relevant to us? Do we really need to know that he drives a Tesla? How is that important? Is it to show us how much money you make as a general surgeon? Why is this important?

Word proximity was another big issue for this book for me. Nora says the phrase “Yeah, well…” three times in only a couple pages. And then again when a car is following her, the author says “that car is following me” and again “that bastard is following me.” There is too much “tell” and not a lot of “show.” And too much info compacted into a short span.

Phrases in the narration such as "Hmm" and "Mmm" when the character is NOT speaking really through me off. I understand that the

Also, the line “It’s funny because…” is not funny. If you want to make a joke, don’t explain the joke, otherwise it’s not funny. It just doesn’t feel like a psychological thriller, and it’s hard to invest in the character and dive into the story, as it feels like I’m reading a social media status over a work of fiction.

It wasn't a good read for me, for the few chapters that I did manage to push through. Perhaps a different kind of reader or a different person, but not for me.

I'm going to start this review off by saying I came across this book in the same way most of its readers did.

... Through the power of social media.

It was everywhere you looked, advertised more frequently than a BetterHelp sponsorship on YouTube. And to be honest, I think I would have gotten much Better Help from them than I would if Theo Faber were my psychotherapist. And that's saying something, considering I'm still debating which platform was more aggressive with their notifications, BetterHelp or Duolingo.

"The Silent Patient" by Alex Michaelides was, in retrospect, a pretty good premise. A woman, Alicia Berenson, is convicted of murdering her husband has gone mute for a few years, hasn't spoken a word since the event, not to or in her own defense. Theo Faber, the main character and narrator with exception to the diary entries of Alicia, is a psychotherapist who is hired for The Grove, a mental institution that houses some of dangerous and mentally unstable patients.

His goal? To get Alicia to speak again through the use of talk therapy. And learn exactly what happened that fateful night of August 25th, the night her husband, Gabriel, was shot five times.

I thought this was a spectacular premise with a lot of promise, the chances to go in multiple directions. Psychological thrillers entice me, and I enjoy the ones that are meant to make you think, put the puzzle pieces together, and keep you involved and invested in the characters along with the story. After all, you can't have a compelling story without fully fleshed out and relatable characters. Right?

Well... that seemed to have been the mark missed in this story.

I'll be frank and brief: the only characters I came to care about somewhat were Alicia and Theo. And I think the only reason was due to the narration being from their point of views. The story is mostly told from Theo's perspective, but there is too much separation between the reader and him, his analytical mind. He tells us about his traumatic past and upbringing, his tumultuous relationship with his parents, but I didn't feel anything in relation to that. I'm not sure if it was the way these elements of the story were written, or Theo was an overall a character I could not like.

Alicia I could relate to on some level due to her narration and point of view being closer to mine than Theo's. I'm not a psychotherapist, I'm not big into psychology, and the only exposure I have to true crime is through the documentaries and YouTube videos I watch. So Alicia, who was not of a psychological and analytical mind, who was emotional, moody, and impulsive, much like myself. Along with her own problematic upbringing and traumatic past, she felt more real, more fleshed out, compared to Theo. There were more layers to her, more to learn about her and know, from the first diary entry to her last in the novel.

But these are the only two characters I could bring myself to remotely care about. And there is a whole cast of characters that play important supporting parts. Alicia's husband, Gabriel, the victim in the horrific murder, who is portrayed as a doting husband from Alicia's perspective but from the testimony of others, was annoyed by her and distant. There is Kathy, Theo's wife, who is depicted as a loving and affectionate woman, the focus of Theo's entire world and happiness, who is playing the stereotypical trope of the unfaithful actress wife.

There are a slew of doctors, attendants, and staff members in the institute that you learn and interact with, but they come across as two-dimensional. Even the brother-in-law to Alicia came across as flat and two-sided as a piece of cardboard. It didn't feel like a character-driven story, and without the fleshed-out dynamic characters, the actual story seemed fall flat on its face.

Then the ending... I don't want to give spoilers, but I truly felt that the ending was a watered down version of "You" by Caroline Kepnes. The twist was unexpected, I was not thinking the elements of that ending would happen, but the events leading up to it were fairly predictable. And the final chapter of the story was unsatisfactory, to be honest. A build up to a final end that didn't come, a form of karmic justice served that felt, to be fair, anticlimactic.

So you may be wondering by now why I give this book 3 stars if these are all the faults I felt about reading it. And I'd be happy to answer it: the premise, and the integration of the different timelines were, in my opinion, brilliantly done. And there was a line in the story that really struck out to me that I felt summed up the entirety of the storyline in one beautiful statement: "... We were crashing through every last boundary between therapist and patient. Soon it would be impossible to tell who was who."

If it was just the characters, the writing, and the sequence of events that brought the story to its pivotal end, I would give this a hard 2.5 stars. Not the worst story I've ever read, not the best, and the furthest thing I would consider a masterpiece. The hype was not worth the story, to be frank. But the premise, the idea, the framework, and the timelines, pushed it to a good 3 stars.

Okay, I was not aware this was a Reese's Book Club pick, but I stumbled across this book the same way I always come across new books: casually walking through the book aisles of Target, looking for something to distract me adequately while my 7-year-old looks and plays with the dinosaur toys to his heart's content. Of course, all in the hopes of killing time.

What drew me to this book was not the colorful and creative cover image, or the blurb on the back cover, detailing a story of a woman trying to investigate what really happened to her best friend all those years ago, but it was the opening preface. The descriptive nature of a cabin materializing from nothing, detail for detail, where it was easy to visualize the walls, the rooms, the doors. I find I have a very vivid imagination, and when I'm given a description of something, I don't just visualize it, but my mind conjures up elements to engage all of my senses.

I could practically hear the water of the creek running over smooth stones, the gentle breeze rustling in the grass. I smelt the soft, delicious aroma of stew cooking on the stovetop, feel the warmth of the cabin from the fireplace, and taste the food being described in those first couple pages.

All while standing in a Target toy aisle, surrounded by noises and bright lights and screeching kids.

I was sucked in immediately. And it was an instant purchase.

If only I had enough time to finish the book there in the store before bringing it home. And there's a number of different reasons why.

Needless to say I'm a sucker for psychological thrillers, books that could pull me in and get me thinking, start looking for clues and pieces that would unravel before my eyes, create complex characters, and generate a compelling conflict that would leave a lasting impression on my mind for years to come. I do not like detective mysteries, they don't interest me (because most of the time, the killer is almost always related to the detective or the spouse of the victim, a little too predictable for my taste). So it was a nice breath of fresh air to see the protagonist trying to solve this mysterious murder was your normal, everyday, flawed human being.

And boy, is Maya flawed. Suffering from psychological instability, drug withdrawals, hazy memories, Demons haunting her own mind and a sense of survivor's guilt that was consuming her life not just on a surface level, but subconscious level. For many years.

She's convinced her friend, Aubrey, didn't die of natural causes, but it is hard to convince other people when a relatively normal, healthy young girl just suddenly drops dead with no explanation, and your family just happens to have a history of mental illness.

Maya has resolved herself to her own personal suffering, her own trauma, and she's left to finding answers to unspoken questions at the bottom of a gin shot glass or prescription pill bottle. These addictive, self-destructive habits are dismantling her life, putting her career, personal life, and sanity on a razor sharp edge.

Then, after seven years, she watches a viral YouTube video of a young painter, Cristina, dropping dead in a restaurant, in the presence of none other than Frank, a man Maya dated in her small town around the time Aubrey died. This ignites Maya's obsession to figure out what happened, to Aubrey, to Cristina, and hopefully save it from happening to another girl. She returns to her hometown, confronting her past, her secrets, her memories, and that cabin in the woods where everything started.

The plot, the protagonist, the descriptive language, and the pacing of it all was well worth the read. The utilization of the past and present together felt like I was watching things happen within a movie. The last time I watched someone utilize these two different timelines in such a fluid, seamless way was the horror movie Occulus (and despite what some would save of the movie, it is one of my favorites for this very reason). It gave the opportunity to get to know the girls, bond with them, and relate to them on so many levels. Maya and Aubrey could very easily have been my own friends in high school, the type of well-rounded characters that spoke to a deep need in my core.

Then there was the pleasant surprise of incorporating Guatemalan heritage, a mysterious book of her father that served as a catalyst for bringing our antagonist Frank into the picture, and eventually as the conflict progressed, a pivotal part to resolving it. The folklore serves a purpose in dropping hints, and perhaps one of my favorite scenes in the entire book was what I would call the "connecting of the dots." I could feel through the pages that "aha!" moment, that eureka feeling of when a realization hits you like a wrecking ball and it all makes sense.

And that, perhaps, was the final moment in the book that I felt connected. As the last third of it began to come together, it felt like all of the key points were lost and became vague. The revelation came, how it all happened, the answer to this seven-year-long mystery of how these girls died and what part Maya has in it all and what Frank did... fell short of anticlimactic. If anything, it felt unbelievable, and not in a good way.

I went from being invested to being detached and disassociated. From some deep crevice in the back of my mind, Johnny Depp's voice echoed to the surface, a quote from that disaster of a movie, "Secret Window": "the only thing that matters is the ending; it's the most important part of the story, the ending."

That's what happened here. A thrilling story, a compelling idea, believable protagonist, relatable characters, the fast pace, the descriptive language. Only for it all to fizzle out in a less than satisfactory conclusion that left me with a puzzled look on my face, wondering if I was really reading the same book.

For this reason, I rate the book at 3.5 Stars. The fresh, powerful new idea, the writing, all of it was wonderful and outmatched what many in the genres do. But that ending... it would have been 4 Stars if the ending were different.