I really wanted to love "The Intruders", as I'm a massive fan of Michael Marshall Smith, and had heard that this was somewhat of a return to his horror/sci-fi roots that drew me to his writing many years ago.
However, I can't help feeling a little cheated. Yes, the book has a great premise, the twists are there, the familiar first person narration and the endless teasing of the reader with all kinds of unanswered questions...but ultimately none of the good stuff kicks in until nearly 300 pages into the 400 page hardback - and it's a long, hard slog getting there.
"The Intruders" gives the impression that it was a short story or novella the publishers demanded be padded out to full novel size. It often feels like Marshall is just phoning it in, with many of the peripheral characters' voices blurring into one, as sketchy character archetypes come and go almost at random. The protagonist, who is frustratingly "irresolute" (an overused word in the book - a Freudian slip perhaps?) for much of the narrative, never attains the depth of Ward of "The Straw Men" trilogy, for example, or engages the reader like Stark in "Only Forward". Marshall teases the reader for so many chapters, dripfeeding information slower than Chinese water torture, that I eventually stopped caring what the big reveal might be. It was reasonably clear for a long time before my suspicions were confirmed. No great shocks like in "Hell Hath Enlarged Herself", no heart-breaking insights of "Always".
Had this been a short story in a collection, or a significantly shorter novella, things would have been very different.
This book won't turn me off Michael Marshall as a writer, but it has made me anticipate forthcoming works with some trepidation. Let's hope this is just a blip on the radar and not the shape of things to come.