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That said, it surely does move. Furthermore, the mysterious REALLY bad guy is well-painted. It's a shame she didn't just extract the interactions between Mister Big and the protagonist, skip the gorge-rising snuff porn (amputees, really?) and turn that chunk into the great, haunting Poe/Clark Ashton Smith short story it could be.
Told in the second-person POV (which is brilliantly handled by Cushing), "Mr. Suicide" sneaks right into your head and, at times, makes you feel as though YOU are the one the book has been written about. Cushing plays with both the unreliable narrator theme AND Poe's "perverse imp." While Poe often told his tales in the first-person POV, and gave you the impression that you are journeying into madness along with his characters, front row seats as the bats in the belfry begin to multiply and flutter crazily in the dark. Using the second-person POV, Cushing takes Poe one step further. You no longer have front row seats. YOU are mad one.
The books goes places you don't think it will go, and then goes even further. There is sickness in these pages. True, unhinged sickness. Midway through I even had to set the book aside because it was getting to me so much. Perversion of the mind leads to perversion of the body. And Cushing does not flinch from the horrors her character experiences and inflicts upon others. There is a scene involving a bum that turned my stomach and cast very dark shadows across my soul. I couldn't take it, I'll admit it. I needed a break.
The book does veer off in a direction I didn't really see coming, in the third act. Admittedly, I was a bit disappointed, as I felt that the horrors I had just viscerally, emotionally, and mentally experienced were under threat of negation. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. I worried that maybe Cushing was pulling back a bit, after having gone so far.
But, upon finishing the book, I think where it goes is the right path, and it ends the way it should. In fact, I'm almost relieved. I needed to remember I was dealing with an unreliable narrator, after all.
What I'm saying is, this book brilliantly takes you into the mind of true madness. Whether you can make the trip, and whether you feel the trip was worth the horror, is up to you. For me, it works. Grotesquely. Beautifully. Brilliantly. This book will remain with me for a long, long time.
This is real horror, folks. Caveat emptor.