NOS-4R2. Book Review

Nos4r2-Joe-Hill-GollanczNOS-4R2 by Joe Hill (Illustrated by Gabriel Rodríguez)

Gollancz, h/b, 686pp, £18.99

Reviewed by Alex Bardy (@mangozoid)

NOS-4R2 is a big book, a bumper book of horror and psychological terror very much in the vein of those classic erstwhile horror tales of one Mr Stephen King, American Hero. A fitting comparison perhaps given that it’ll come as no surprise to anyone that Joe Hill is King’s son but… with that out of the way, I’d really like to focus more on Joe himself, and this my friends, is his latest journey into crooked imagination….

I must confess to not having read much of Joe Hill’s previous work, but I am a fan of his brilliant Locke & Key series of graphic horror comics/novels, and in NOS-4R2 I can see one of Joe’s classic strengths shining through: an innate ability to take the normally mundane and give it a sick and grisly twist — a grotesque contortion if you will — and then look at it through a skewed, corrupted lens. Therein lies the very heart of this massive tome, and why Joe Hill deserves your attention not just for this brilliant effort, but for those tales already told, and those yet to come…

Despite the obvious play on words of the title, NOS-4R2 is not really a tale of blood and vampires (it’s also called NOS-4A2 in the States for some obscure reason), but it does borrow liberally from some of the tropes of that mythology: an antagonist that defies his age, who heals readily and without effort, that seems nigh impossible to kill (even when his heart’s been removed), and yet who still has a bizarre charismatic quality that proves to be anything but. Make no bones about it, Charlie Manx is a bitter and twisted individual, ‘saving’ children from their drunken, drug-fuelled mommies and daddies by snatching them away to a place called Christmasland in which it snows all the time, every day is Christmas, every night Christmas Eve, and the place itself chock-full of Christmas presents, candy canes, and snowmen. His intentions are clearly good, then…

Of course the horror here lies in the social devastation this leaves behind, and together with his disquietingly evil cohort, the child-like but utterly psychotic Bing “The Gasmask Man” Partridge and his gingerbread smoke, both Manx and Bing, and Christmasland itself, are a truly terrifying concoction. And then there’s the car: a 1938 black Rolls Royce Wraith, a magical thing that drives itself through what’s termed “the inscape” of Manx’s twisted imagination, an alternative parallel universe of the mind, where The St. Nick Parkway and The Night Road stretch across a contorted United Inscapes of America, taking in Lovecraft Keyhole, The Treehouse Of The Mind, The Graveyard Of What Might Be, and The House Of Sleep, before rolling into the garage of  Christmasland itself.

Into such a bizarre world we have Vic McQueen, our heroine, the only child who ever ‘escaped’ Charlie Manx, but who spends a lifetime suffering because of it. When Manx comes for her own son, Bruce Wayne McQueen, to steer him away from a life of misery with his screwed up and now separated Ma and Pa, the gloves are off, and what ensues is a battle of wills in which you can’t help but root for Vic, having endured the best part of 200 pages of character building up to this point.

In truth, Hill sets up both sides of the fence very quickly, but with 30-odd years to cover there is a lot to catch up with, and I did find myself hooked early on (and somewhat disturbed in that creepy weird way when you know things are seriously screwed up somewhere). The first part does have a King-ish feel to it… we have creepy old men, sick and perverted individuals, possessed cars, freaky happenings, telephones ringing when not connected to anything, and so on and so forth, but then we also start to learn more about this surreal landscape, and it all starts to make a twisted kind of sense.

Hill’s character-building is rock solid, all of them coming across as highly motivated messed up personalities, with a handful of associated ticks and trappings. Vic herself has a bicycle (later a Triumph motorcycle) which takes her across ‘the ShorterWayBridge’, an old wooden thing full of bats and graffiti that materialises out of nowhere and leads her wherever she needs to be. Utilising this, she is able to cross half of America in the space of minutes, and uses it throughout for all manner of things, whether that be to find lost things for her friends, meet people she needs to meet, or to confront Manx himself towards the end. Then we have her husband, Lou, a great mechanic who happens to be a proper geek, even naming his son after one of his all-time heroes, Batman. Game of Thrones and Firefly get a look in too, as Joe Hill again tips his hat to geek-fiends the world over. Lou is probably the most ‘normal’ character in the whole book, by the way. And then there’s Maggie Leigh, a stuttering librarian with a drawstring bag of infinite Scrabble tiles which she uses to spell things out. These act like some kind of distorted ticker tape news channel, informing her of events, all of which are either happening already or are maybe just about to. And finally, there’s the aforementioned Manx, Bing, and his Wraith, a character in itself, and an effective vehicle for crossing time and space, bridging the gap between our universe and the next, which just happens to be the landscape of the mind, I suspect.

There’s a lot of book here — illustrated throughout by Gabriel Rodríguez — and a surreal universe that beggars belief at times, but all credit to Joe Hill for creating a setting that manages to sprawl everywhere yet still maintain a tightness of plot and storyline which belies the fact it’s still a jaw-dropping monster of a book in every sense of the word. A highly recommended and imaginative tale, this will coax you in, swallow you up, and leave a nasty taste in the mouth next time Christmas comes round.

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Hailing from the rain-sodden, North Western wastelands of England, Phil has dabbled in many an arcane vocation. From rock-star to conveyor-belt scraper at a bread factory, 'Dairy Logistics Technician' to world's worst waiter. He's currently a freelance designer, actor, sometime writer/editor and Chair of the British Fantasy Society. He is on the Global Frequency and is still considering becoming an astronaut when he grows up.