It is like that. There is an internal sense to this book, and the other two in the semi-trilogy (semi, because the books have some things in common, but are in no way sequential – more like three books set in the same town/universe). It is not always easy to see that sense, however.
Let me say that this was one of the most confusing books I have ever come across, and I really didn’t get much of it. Or most of it. Possibly didn’t get any of it, to be honest. That is my weakness – I like a more linear and direct storyline. Not that I can’t hack confusing or twisty plots, just…not this way.
Waking Gods completes the unusual Enigma of Twilight Falls series, and thanks to publisher Curiosity Quills, I received the first two books as well, in order to do a better, more informed review.
Well, I am more informed. For what it is worth, the lynchpin of the series is the town of Twilight Falls, where, no spoiler this, the walls of reality are a mite thinner than they ought to be. This results in a lot of mystical weirdness happening in and around the town – from artists flocking there for the boost to creativity to possession and brutal homicides.
In this novel, the plot opens with a serial killer known as the Surgeon (see the cover…), and expands to include psychic Adrian Foster (he means well…) and Detective Derek Adams and their journey to, and around, Twilight Falls. And then it heads solidly into latter-season ‘Lost’ territory, with flashbacks, mindscapes that are not, strictly speaking, real, and so on. Frankly, there is a point where the book could be titled ‘WALKING Gods’, although not the gods one wants to encounter.
I think the murder is solved, by the way, but it seemed so unimportant that I just can’t recall. The entire series is somewhat like that – a murder or other crime is a transport vehicle to explore the weirdness, debate the nature of reality, and generally be highly metaphysical.
I did not, in case I am being unclear, dislike this book. Nor did I dislike the other two. They are not ones I would return to, and not my ‘thing’, but they are of fine craftsmanship, and are most surely interesting. Even if I didn’t get them fully, I did finish all three, and these days, that is saying something.
Have to go now, there is a customer at this Starbucks whose butterflies need freeing…