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Ladataan... The Mother (2006)Tekijä: Brett McBean
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Kirjaudu LibraryThingiin nähdäksesi, pidätkö tästä kirjasta vai et. Ei tämänhetkisiä Keskustelu-viestiketjuja tästä kirjasta. Hart, ordinär, schmutzig, böse - so ließe sich der Inhalt des Romans beschreiben. Eine unheimlich packende Geschichte einer Mutter, die auf der Suche nach ihrer verschwundenen Tochter durch die Hölle geht, indem sie all die Facetten des menschlichen Bösen kennen lernt. Schwer zu ertragen, dafür um so spannender. näyttää 2/2 ei arvosteluja | lisää arvostelu
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Hitchhiking along the Hume Highway, a woman searches for the man who killed her daughter. Her only clue - left in her daughter's final phone message - is that the man has a tattoo on his left arm saying 'Die Mother'. With her daughter dead and with nothing to live for, the mother is on a path of self-destruction. Consumed by guilt and the desire for revenge, her personality and appearance begin to alter. Becoming almost wild, she forgets her real name and where she used to live and work. Each driver she meets on her dangerous journey could be the killer - and each lift she accepts could be her last. Kirjastojen kuvailuja ei löytynyt. |
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But for all that, a remarkably well-written tale of some of the worst horror imaginable. Though most of the blurbs for the book promise a gritty tale of revenge, there is really far more to the work than a standard vengeance tale with abundant perversion and visceral gore thrown in for good measure. Taken at its surface level, one could certainly find a fatiguing barrage of vignettes couched as a semi-cogent narrative , each one twisting the knife in a little deeper in an apparent contest of one-upmanship that McBean is having with himself from chapter to chapter.
Fortunately, the author's skilled craftsmanship elevates the work well beyond that. It is still nothing profound or sublime, by any means, but as a harrowing vision of the downward spiral and the cathartic potential in self-destructive abandonment of Self, it really hits home.
I don't suspect I'll ever read this book again. I'm not entirely sure my soul could take a second read-through. But I will certainly be seeking out and reading more of Brett McBean. I would tentatively advise that you do the same, though please exercise some caution and steel yourself. This is not pleasant material for humans. But it is well-written, well-conceived, chilling, and potent. ( )