Austen is an artist who isn’t creating anymore after some serious mess in his personal life and general artistic frustration. Stuck in a dull 9-5 job and drifting through life, he has a prat fall in a parking lot that leaves him with brain damage and hefty epilepsy. His fits leave him with strange visions of a silverish figure and he takes off on an odyssey to try and find out whether it’s real or not.
Koja’s writing is not immediately accesible, it’s a sensory experience, difficult and often lacking that resolution or light at the end of the tunnel that can make the more brutal psychological horrors bearable. You’ll find no salvation here, only cut glass prose and savagely brilliant explorations into the psychology of the artistic mind held back by self doubt.
This book is a dark, demented journey, as is all her earlier fiction and well worth your attention if you love your horror bleak and strangely beautiful as much as it is brutal.
You can buy this book in the UK here
And in the US here