Thursday, October 31, 2019

Review: The Reddening - Adam Nevill


I’ve been hankering for Adam Nevill’s latest book ever since I’ve known about its upcoming release. Where his previous novels and short stories have been genuinely creepy enough to somehow and progressively alter my brain chemistry and give me a few greys and plenty of nightmares, The Reddening, aptly hitting the shelves on Halloween 2019, continues to hack into that amygdala-warping notch with fiendish precision.

Adam Nevill doesn’t let up. Having made gorgeous Devon with its rugged coasts and picturesque countryside his home, he is now determined to ruin it for the rest of us. His evocative descriptions of the ancient landscapes are stunning, but they’re none of the Rosamunde Pilcher quaintness. Nevill’s nature is fierce and unforgiving if crossed, more dread- than awe-inspiring. The characters, distracted by their own trauma and lulled by the false security of modernity, follow a trail of mysterious deaths and the suicide of a young man who disappeared after recording some hair-raising sounds in one of Devon’s ancient cliff caves, the excavation grounds of some truly terrifying remains and artefacts. And what at first seems a mere unpleasant encounter with insular, hostile country folk, and suspicions of a large scale drug operation, soon becomes the entry point to something vastly older and all-pervasive, an entanglement with an ancient pagan cult and prehistoric powers that prove inescapable.

Nevill, as ever, masterfully crosses the boundary from ordinary scares to cosmic terror. Apparitions of the Red Folk, descriptions of being lost in the pitch dark of the nightly sea and isolated trails build up to a crescendo of nigh incomprehensible nightmarish visions conjured up in pagan rituals that tears the grounds of safe reality from under the characters’ and readers’ feet, which left me gasping and swearing like a trooper over and over again.

The Reddening is Nevill’s Devon Wickerman, and under his spell you might well, like me, shrivel into Edward Woodward hollering a heartfelt, yet impotent “Jesus. Jesus Christ!”

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