I first encountered Kathe Koja last summer through her debut novel, The Cipher. When I ordered an unassuming
used copy of the internet I had no idea what to expect, but the last thing that
I thought would happen is that I’d be sucked into a horror story like I’d never
before read. The Cipher was a book
like no other, a book that permanently changed the way I look at fiction.
Bad Brains is a lot of the same. If you haven't read
any Koja before, then you'll probably find the book new and refreshing.
However, if, like me, you've read one of her other works, you may be
disappointed with how similar this one is. Either way, though, reading it will
be a wild ride. Below, I will consider the book's plot, characters, and writing
style.
Bad Brains is about a broken-hearted artist named
Austen, who gets his brain broken too after an accident in a gas station
parking lot. This accident not only damages his head, though, but also causes
him to start seeing visions of a liquid silver being that is described in
various ways throughout. Trapped in a nightmare where not even the top
neurologists are able to help him, Austen must embark on a journey to try and
rid himself of these visions before they drive him crazy. Like The Cipher,
this book ends abruptly and without resolution, without closure. If you want a
read that wraps its narrative up in a pretty conclusion with a neat little bow
on top, then look elsewhere.
The plot progresses at the speed of a roller coaster and
with the mood of a funeral. Nearly nothing happy happens in this story, and
even those few good things that happen tend to be setups for something much
worse that is soon to occur. Despite how dreary this may sound, I found the
book nearly impossible to put down. The plot is in constant motion, always
having you say Just one more page.
The characters are flawed. At times it feels as if that's
all they are--one big ball of flaw. As in The Cipher, Koja's characters
come from the fringes of humanity. The protagonist, for example, is a literal
starving artist and spends the majority of the book powerless, at the disposal
of the wills of others and his own crumbling sanity. It's these pitiful and depraved
characters, however, that I would consider the book's greatest strength. You
want Austen to win, you want to see him happy. Koja's protagonists touch
me more personally than any other author's. They are not powerful, they are not
special, they aren't really even that important. They are human. And it's that humanity that
makes the characters so real that you think they may jump off the page at any
moment.
Style is really a matter of personal taste, so let me
upfront about this: I am in love with Koja's writing style. The words
and sentences and paragraphs are like poetry that has been put through a
shredder and then messily reassembled. One moment the words are flowing one
way, then a rip, a change in direction--down a dark rabbit hole that hadn't
been there moments ago. It's jarring to read and it puts your brain to work,
but Koja's writing does its job and does it well: of all the author's I have
read, her voice is the most unique and memorable.
All in all, I feel about this book almost exactly as I did
about The Cipher. In fact, I'm sure that if I were to review that book
then it'd look nearly identical to this review. I would recommend this book to
any horror fan with a strong stomach and an affinity for the weird. Be wary,
though: this story isn't just a ride. It's full-throttle down an empty road,
brakes cut and no way to slow down. And at the end of that road is a brick
wall.
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