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Oh no he didn't , January 25, 2010
This review is from: The Birthing House (Hardcover)
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Fans of the horror genre know that there are bad houses just as there are bad
cars and bad dolls. Gentle readers, I'm here to tell you all about a bad book. A
very bad book indeed. It's called The Birthing House.
The general premise of a building that may be evil itself isn't new nor is the
concept of the failed writer with too much time on his hands. In the hands of a
writer like Shirley Jackson, Richard Matheson, or Stephen King such a setup
means hours of satisfying chills. And one doesn't need blood dripping from the
walls to deliver the scares as John Harwood, Dennis MacFarland and Patrick
McGrath have recently shown. The narrative can be untraditional like The House
of Leaves and still pack a wallop. But you do need a coherent plot and a lead
character whose actions inspire a modicum of human sympathy. Alas, this book
has neither.
Others here found at least the first half of the book enjoyable. For me it went
downhill around page 10 when main character Conrad shows off the death
benefit insurance check he received for his father who died less than a week
before. This lead to two unscary questions: an insurance company payout in
less than one week? And in check form instead of a direct deposit? I expected
to suspend disbelief in this story but not over the finances. Unfortunately the
stupid has just started rolling. Conrad is regularly confront with "eerie"
happenings and he generally reacts like someone who awakes to find that the
deliveryboy failed to get the paper on the front porch again. When you think
you've had sex with a ghost or you've hallucinated having sex with your wife the
usual response is not to fire up another ice tea, just as a for instance. Conrad
and his stick figure wife Jo aren't believable or likable and the rest of the
characters are actually worse.
Ransom doesn't seem to understand that less is more (especially where snakes
are concerned), that the characters' fear is what delivers the fear to the reader
and that the words "what the hell just happened" is not what happy readers
utter at the conclusion of a well-crafted story. While I wouldn't want to make a
bet on this but I think the ending had something to do with a reverse birth.
Yeah, I don't really know what that means either but it's the best I can manage
since the ending not only makes no sense it isn't clear either. "He was nothing."
And yet he's still hanging around getting on my nerves. The only good thing I
can say about the ending is that Ransom gave the ellipses - his "go to" for
creating suspense - a much needed rest.
The book reads as if the author sold it based on an outline and then had to
actually write the darn thing. On a deadline. In the dark. With crayons.