THIS IS A WORK OF SHEER GENIUS, WRITTEN BY A GENIUS.
How can any normal brain conceive something like this.
I am not as a rule a reader of the horror genre, and I would not describe this book as being in that category. It concerns Simon Lester, a Media graduate, who at the request of the University is doing research to elaborate upon his thesis in order to turn it into a book. He is looking in to the lost films of a silent movie-star named Thackery Lane, AKA Tubby Lane.
The book starts out in the present tense, no mean feat, and we gradually find ourselves on a psychaedelic ride, where our Simon becomes more and more paranoid. Tubby was a movie clown and Simon finds that more and more he is being taken over, seeing faces and images of the wide smile everywhere.
As things spiral out of control, Simon is subjected to various unnerving psychological occurrences - his bank account is plunged thousands of pounds into debt; someone on the internet is attempting to discredit him, someone else claims to be responsible for the book he is writing, and he is arrested at the airport..................It all adds to his paranoia as he can find no way out of the problems and everyone concerned seem allied to Tubby.
Frankly, I do not know if I liked it or not and perhaps once I have sorted out the wheat from the chaff, I will maybe make some sense of it.
My initial thinking at the start of the book was that Simon was on an acid trip, but as it progresses and becomes more and more surreal, I began to conclude that the only explanation was the Simon was needing medical halp and was suffering big-time from paranoid schizophrenia. No doubt that is how the medical boffins would view it, but then they do not know about Tubby, or rather, WHATEVER is behind him!!
Ramsey Campbell, uses a unique style in deliberately mispelling words, twisting them and turning them into anagrams, and doubling consonants. At times, since I was reading a proof copy, I did not know if the author was responsible, or they were printer's errors. Campbell does with words what Dali did with a pallet knife and brush. It was a very clever style indeed.
Basically, the author put me through a little of what Simon was suffering. It was compulsive reading, and I could not decide if I was enjoying the book, but I kept of picking it back up and soldiering on - swings and roudabouts, highs and lows, over and over again. I ended up with a headache but a great deal of respect for this work and the brain behind it. I would have thought it a great project for University reading, and well worthy of discussion and analysis.
It would be nice to think it will in future be regarded as a classic, and I am proud to say I read it.....and finished it.
I can now return to MacBride and Sansom in the glorius Whodunnits I love, where I don't have to stretch my mind, the dead bodies run into double figures, and the villains are flesh and blood.