Spoiler : Michael Rutgear is Michael Marshal Smith
This book bought me out of my reading block, I will give it that. While the plot vacillate between the genres of horror, archeological adventure and thriller, it is borderline sci fi in a weak investigative premise, much like novel’s own youtube series ‘The Anomaly Files’. And for the literary Blair Witch Project it was, the book kept me on the edge satisfying the inner conspiracy theorist.
The Anomaly is millennial At the Mountain of Madness, or an endogenic version of it, staged in Grand Canyon. Protagonist Nolan is a full time youtuber, probably the kind that asks for like, share and subscription at the end of every video, with baggage of failed marriage and middle age. With his majorly first person perspective, author takes us through the making of a webisode of ‘The Anomaly Files’, which tries to uncover evidence to a shrouded myth that North America was visited in eldritch times by another culture. In that process, Grand Canyon becomes book’s own ‘cavern of madness’, and the channel crew its version of Arkham research group, probably their b team. What follows is a fledgling archeological expedition, in the likes of Ghost Hunters or Ancient Aliens, through catacomb-ish unknown passages that would make Junji Ito and Danielewski proud. And the read was genuine fun in that sense, until the point where it went a bit off the reservation for this reader.
For a limited premise that was supposed to be asphyxiating, the book managed to stay light and intriguing. It was also easy to follow through, with author establishing the amateur gang, their background and traits at the start itself; and following a first person format with familiar dialogues n contemporary references that translate well into the upcoming unknown. The characters were relatable and reasonably fleshed out. Though Nolan was more like someone whose life is as good as its advertised on public platform, he was also projected with similar anxieties as most of us in balancing social media and peer pressure or its uber cousin, fomo. Smartness of the narrative was, perhaps, its efficiency in using remaining crew for later expositions, making every conspiracy theory and half baked extrapolations passable. This also segued between book’s dominant personal account and occasional observation mode in third person, like early shooting games that offered switch between fps n 3ps, in action and free roam. Though disproportionate, the horror fact that the cave could become a potential ossuary for the very explorers was often shrouded by seasonable lines with ministrations from humour, gallows and otherwise, in dialogue. Also whenever the plot went too Indiana Jones or Tomb Raider, book became vocally conscious about it.
I was mentally prepared for an acceptable stretch of claustrophobia and even psycho horror, but book’s precocious primordial soup and Alien-isque body horror with zoological Frankensteins were totally unsigned for. The transition was a bit hard to digest, in terms of ideas, and the unsettling later narrative was making it harder for me to digest, well, my food here. Anomaly files’ keyboard archeology followed the site and its mystery by asking and arranging empirical questions and fragments; but the prehistoric cavern seemed to have normative answers, about life, universe and something. And the book while dissing other’s attempts to explain the un-explainable with unverifiable deus ex machina or magical other, ended up doing the same preemptive bailing. Whatever gunk happened after the five and a half minute hallway, including the unconventional escapades, relied on the same plot device the author and characters were shown to despise. Though it was enough explanation to satisfy a comic book skybeam logic, a little more effort on the book’s Templar order and Minerva artifacts would have left it less cock and bull. Still, it was fun; engaging like a grown up Locke and Key, generating interest to areas over looked and unknown
Though later pages were like bringing science to a knife fight, the book itself was an anomaly in many aspects. For a horror book, it was surprisingly witty; for a trope filled cavern in the woods, it offered wisdom on confrontation; for a debut by a fresh screenwriter, it was by Michael Marshall Smith and with all the cliches n haunting nausea, it had me engrossed. Would recommend for a fast read.