I dug the hell out of Laurel’s previous book, Crossroads. It had that heart I am always looking for, a fair amount of fucked up and an attitude that took zero percent of my guff. So, of course, when I found out that she had a new one coming out, and that it involved Mothman, a damn hard cryptid to get right and make scary, I was down as a clown in D-town.
Whoop fucking Whoop!
So, the back page material is a little misleading. It makes it look like the story is primarily about our protagonist and her struggles to decide whether to put herself or a complete stranger first. Yeah, that is a part of the story. She is on a long drive, meets a stranger who helps her out, and he runs his truck off the road. She does have to decide whether or not she is willing to descend into the impenetrable dark of the hole his truck fell into and what she is willing to do to help him. But that is all just the start of her journey.
This is really more of a story of her struggle with her own fears and her ability to trust herself. While contending with falling elbow deep into someone else’s innards, getting assaulted by skeletal cannibals monstrosities that sometimes resemble he ex a bit too much. And then there is the thing in the water. That inky, too warm, eternally night-bound water. Oh yeah, and Mothman, too, because why the hell should she get any sort of break?
What holds this story together is Laurel’s grasp of character. We spend the entirety of the book inside the Addy’s head with very few interactions with other people. You have to craft a fuck of a character for that to work and Laurel Hightower can craft a fuck of a character. Addy is driven, but still has her own fragilities, as we all do. She is so bound up in the assistance and insistance that others have imposed on her that it is often hard for even her to tell for certain whether or not what she is experiencing is real. It was a hell of a ride, going on this journey with her.
Please don’t think this is a light, fun ride, though. Below is a far cry from the quiet horrors of Crossroads, even being as introspective as it is. Things get dark, both literally and figuratively, and they get damn bloody. Below makes it clear that Laurel could go head to head with any of the heavyweights of hardcore and splatter, and likely knock a few of them off their feet.
If you are looking for horror that is as emotionally and intellectually engaging as it is visceral, you need to get on down Below.
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