A family picks up a hitchhiker in the worst blizzard in living memory. It's a mistake. Brand is not who he seems, to the mother, the father or the daughter. He is something more, something they fear in their own ways, and soon after the thaw they are all seeing him again. They begin to learn things about themselves, and each other, which perhaps would be best left unknown. And they begin to realise other, more painful truths ... love blinds . Fear distorts . Hate misleads.
I love writing, reading, triathlon, real ale, chocolate, good movies, occasional bad movies, and cake.
I was born in London in 1969, lived in Devon until I was eight, and the next twenty years were spent in Newport. My wife Tracey and I then did a Good Thing and moved back to the country, and we now live in the little village of Goytre in Monmouthshire with our kids Ellie and Daniel. And our dog, Blu, who is the size of a donkey.
I love the countryside ... I do a lot of running and cycling, and live in the best part of the world for that.
I've had loads of books published in the UK, USA, and around the world, including novels, novellas, and collections. I write horror, fantasy, and now thrillers, and I've been writing as a living for over 8 years. I've won quite a few awards for my original fiction, and I've also written tie-in projects for Star Wars, Alien, Hellboy, The Cabin in the Woods, and 30 Days of Night.
A movie's just been made of my short story Pay the Ghost, starring Nicolas Cage and Sarah Wayne Callies. There are other projects in development, too.
I'm a fan of Tim Lebbon's Berserk, but this book barely held my interest. Any story that starts off with a snowstorm and a lanky, greasy hitchhiker is OK in my book, but it was all downhill from there.
The characters were irritating, especially darling Nikki and her sexual obsession with her psychopathic heartthrob, Brand, who kept popping up at her band rehearsal and keg party. Was I reading a horror book or watching 90210? The mother is a shallow religious nut and the dad is a mewling, wimpy thing who keeps his testicles in his wife's nightstand drawer.
The only time I perked up was when Brand was murdering the townfolks. What does that say about me or this book?
I won't let this book deter me from reading Lebbons other books, though.
This is a book that I really enjoyed, up to a point. And unfortunately that point was the last 25%.
The story starts with Dan, Megan and their daughter Nikki on their way home when they pick up a hitchhiker. Things get weird, they throw the hitchhiker out, and then the really weird and spooky things start happening.
A good start and it's carried through with all the right elements: cloven hoof-prints that track through the snow from where the hitchhiker was picked up to where he was dropped off, the guy being able to know exactly what scares the family and at the same time what the family wants. All those little things that help to freak you out when reading. But, and you knew that was coming, the big payoff at the end of the book didn't really satisfy me. There is a final confrontation and things are resolved, to a degree, but I was expecting more. A lot of the motivation seemed missing. Or maybe it was looking back and realizing that the characters weren't as three dimensional as I thought. I'm not quite sure. It's something that I can't quite identify but it's enough to make me lose some of the enjoyment of the book. I'm going to hunt down more books by Lebbon and give them a try. As I said, I did enjoy the book but thought something was missing.
El rostro es el ejemplo perfecto de como una idea muy original, puede dar lugar a un libro mediocre y pesado, gracias a un desarrollo nefasto. Este intento de thriller de segunda, no consigue engancharte del todo, haciendo que sea sumamente complicado leerlo hasta el final.
Al igual que otros autores del mismo género, Tim Lebbon, podrá haber ganado muchos premios y ser muy célebre entre los entendidos del mundillo, pero eso no hace que sea mejor escritor. Y es que Lebbon resulta tan anodino como su novela. Su estilo de escritura no es malo del todo, ya que cuenta con un lenguaje pragmático y unas descripciones aceptables aunque mejorables, pero son sus personajes los que hacen caer en picado la calidad de la obra. Cada uno en su especie es penoso, superficial e irritante. Y la peor de todos ellos es Nikki, la hija del matrimonio protagonista, que resulta demasiado estúpida, incluso para utilizar la adolescencia como disculpa.
El rostro narra una historia que, en apariencia, pretende ser enrevesada pero que peca de obvia y predecible. En el comienzo nos encontramos con un matrimonio, Dan y Megan, y a la hija de éstos, Nikki, que regresa a casa después de unos días de vacaciones, en medio de la peor ventisca del año. Por el camino recogen a Brand, personaje de dudosa procedencia, pero del que intuyes su extraña naturaleza desde el principio de la historia. Después de un comportamiento inquietante, deciden echar a Brand del coche y seguir adelante. A partir de ese momento, la familia empieza a experimentar diversas situaciones raras que acaban obsesionándolos, haciendo que sus relaciones familiares y con su entorno vayan cambiando para peor. A pesar de que resulta interesante desde el inicio, la historia pronto se desinfla dada la lentitud con la que progresa todo, ya que la trama está llena de hechos sin interés y reflexiones largas y estériles, así como la obvia tendencia al mal de Brand, personaje misterioso del que nunca se explica su procedencia ni sus motivos. Con todo, el desenlace es lo más soso que he visto en mucho tiempo. Resulta muy previsible e incompleto. Y aunque hay una explicación parcial, queda algún cabo suelto que nunca se resuelve.
En suma, El rostro, es una novela que crea muchas expectativas que no cumple ni de lejos. Es la típica novelilla prescindible, engrandecida por el marketing editorial. No obstante, no se tarda mucho en leerla y resulta entretenida a ratos. Así que si no tenéis nada más, puede que os quite el tedio, aunque solo sea por un momento.
The beginning is quite gripping and I loved the concept of a family picking up a strange hitchhiker in the middle of a snow storm. It seems that the author started writing with this idea and didn't know where to go with it. Spelling errors aside, Lebbon repeats many of the character's thoughts over and over. Yes, we get the point, you don't need to tell us again! Anyway, having no growth with the characters and a disappointing ending, I cannot recommend this book. Tim Lebbon also seems like he's holding back with scenes, taking the easy way out with his conservative scares and sexual themes.
I’ve decided it’s time I shared a secret with you my fellow readers, and even though I’m not sure how you’re going to take it, I need to let it out. I am a pessimist. Scratch that. I am way beyond that. Instead of seeing the cup half full, it’s not only nearly empty, but the cup’s dirty and my water has floaters! I’m a hard woman to please and when it comes to books. Well let’s just say, you have to be utterly fantastic to get my vote. If this comes as a shock to you, imagine my own surprise when I realized I absolutely, positively, without condition, loved this book!
The plot is not really about the hitchhiker, the constant danger, or even the bloodshed. Those are all secondary. It’s really about the family and the cracks that have developed within. Cutting a piece into this family’s life, Lebbon takes us through the infestation of their lies, and makes us watch as the disease destroys them. The story, while not original, is innovative and powerfully chilling. The climax of this family’s collision with the hitchhiker is explosive and the ending – enigmatic!
The pace in the story is slow, but with intention and will. Lebbon's pace proves that the best thrill is the one that’s earned, and earn you shall. His style of writing is crisp, concise, and psychologically intense. Although it’s clear from the first page that the author is British, it’s easy to eventually disregard as you join him on his journey. The atmosphere is claustrophobic, sucking the air from your lungs word by word. Moving through each chapter this world seems to get a little tighter, a little smaller, and a lot more compact. Brilliant!
Now here is where Lebbon truly shines – his players. The characters are each affected individually and their reactions are both sound and unpredictable. Breathing life into each player, Lebbon keeps it real and allows each of them their own distinctive personality and depth. I even liked the antagonist, much to my dismay and shame.
My only problem with the book in its entirety is the editing. Thanks to Rageaholics I didn't pound my head against the wall screaming obscenities - but I wanted to. I’m sure the editor was just as excited about this book as I was, but next time let’s give it a second look – please.
My rating? Due to the editing, I give this book a four. Buy it new!
This is a solidly written novel with wonderfully realized characters, but that's not quite enough to make this a completely memorable read.
Not a whole lot happens here. There's a lot of fantasies and dreams and hallucinations, but after a while I want something to really happen. There are a few kills in here that are suitably brutal, but they almost seem forced, as if they're just to give this book a (small) body count.
Brand is an awesome character and truly evil to read about, especially what's implied, and The Book of Lies is essentially a collection of incredibly quotable morbidity. The strength of the book lies in Lebbon's excellent writing and beautiful turn of phrase, and no where is this more evident then in The Book of Lies segments.
The ending is really anticlimactic and almost disappointing, except for all of the different takes that are possible with the ending. Maybe the parents are dead and Nikki is the only one alive, hence them saying she's alive, her saying i'm alive, and no one acknowledging the parents on the stairs. Another possibility is that Nikki is now Brand, that he's somehow taken over her body, her newly scarred body, and continues to live after his old body was killed. Hence the I'm alive line, and also the character looking around in such wonderment. Just a couple of ideas for the ending that make it a little more interesting to think about.
Tim Lebbon is a very skilled writer and conveys emotions and inner turmoil just as beautifully as he does landscapes and settings. Unfortunately there just wasn't enough of that to keep me really engrossed with this novel. I felt it dragging a lot and there seemed to be a lot of filler. Well realized characters, an interesting villain, and a compellingly introspective plot line are all great, but they just aren't tied together enough to make this much better then a middle of the road suspense/horror. It gets three stars instead of 2 because The Book of Lies is some great, dark, and morose reading.
Lebbon continues to be one of the most frustrating horror authors on the scene and Face does little to change my opinion on that.
At times this book is an extremely well written and excessively creepy example of the genre does right. There’s a question of what is reality and what is make believe, and there’s that unrelenting tension keeping the reader in suspense. When the main baddie shows up and terror ensues, Lebbon excels and keeping the reader gripped to the pages. And the family stuck in the middle of it all seems realistic, meaning they’re easy to commiserate with and relate to. And of course this one’s minimalistic, yet creepy as hell cover is one of the best in the business.
And yet…all those instances that I mentioned seem to be few and far between.
Face, for its rare moments of horror, ends up being far too long, far too drawn out, and even far too ambiguous to have wasted 355 pages getting through. Things happen but are never fully explained except for a throw away reference here and there or the annoying italicized chapters titled “Book of Lies”. I’m all for vague endings that are left open to interpretation, but not when the hours I have invested into a story feel wasted and like I’ve been lead on.
Again, parts of this book work well and totally had me hooked, but for the ending to be so abrupt and to have no explanation feels like a major cop out to me.
It’s a bummer because, as I have said in previous reviews of other works, Lebbon has the talent to write a gripping novel. Face had all the elements and had all the right things to make it work, but here all the great ingredients come together to end up making a mess.
Wow. What an intense book! A family of three picks up a strange looking hitchhiker named Brand in the middle of a terrible UK snowstorm, but he doesn't seem to need a lift. All he wants, he says, is a moment of their time. But he says a few offensive things, and they kick him out of their car. They think the ordeal is over, but Brand seems to be stalking each family member separately, for different reasons. He is intent on having a moment of their time, and if they're not willing, he's certainly ready to give them a moment of his . . . . Brand is a hell of a fascinating villain, and he's got a lot of great ideas for getting what he wants out of this family. He's so much more than they think he is, and wait until you see why he's named Brand. Lebbon is a great writer, and you're not likely to forget FACE after you've read it. (Although I'm still puzzling over why it's called FACE.)
Pocas cosas rescatables de este libro, quizás estaría bien como libro adolescente, pero los personajes son una desgracia, el único medianamente salvable es el antagonista. Quizás en una historia más oscura la prosa del autor se valore más.
This will be the 2nd from Lebbon for me, the first a novella in Four Rode Out, read about a year ago give or take. Story begins:
Later, they would all wonder how they had not guessed the truth. He was waiting in the snow, but after climbing into the car he did not seem cold, his breath did not condense, he appeared calm and composed. He did not act like a man who needed help.
Onward and upward.
So...a family returning home to Monmouthshire from a 3-day vacation in Cornwall drive through a freak snowstorm, stop to give a stranger a ride that does not last long...the mother, Megan, freaks and demands that he get out of the car where he'd sat in the back seat w/their daughter Nikki. Dan, the father, drives.
But the...man...name of Brand...is some sort of evil angel/force/presence...and he decides to play with the family. That is the story straight A to Finish....the thing...Brand, playing w/the family members up to a climatic finish where another force...greater?....dances on the same roof where hoove-prints had appeared earlier in the snow.
Told mainly past tense through the eyes of the various family members, there is at least one tense shift when Brady, a friend of Dan's attempts to make a phone call. Dead bodies stack up where Brand comes and goes at will.
Stacked throughout the storyline are chapters titled "Book of Lies," written presumably by Brand, the book left on Dan's desk at the end of it all. These are short pieces cynical, nihilist in nature. Contrast that w/Megan who has a kind of faith that is easily misunderstood and misinterpreted by her husband and daughter. There isn't a sense that Lebbon is trying to satirize any form of faith here w/Megan, the mother...she does have a few ideas that seem extreme--the animals and insects are "his minions"...things of that nature...but...not overdone....not a caricature.
There are a handful of other characters in the story, but this isn't Dickens's Bleak House where everyone in London was articulated and included. Good? Bad? Otherwise? When there were other characters present on the stage, the story improved...so....
The reason for Brand's cause..."because"....so....
Lebbon has a disconnected feeling to his horror...vaguely like Charles Grant, but less dream-like. Disconnected, sort of like an out-of-body experience. It's very weird, I'm not sure how he pulls that off.
I'm not really sure why this novel's called "Face"; the premise is stereotypical horror -- strange hitchhiker is picked up, and he proceeds to make the life of the family hell. Yaddayadda. But this time the rider is so very obviously supernatural that I didn't know what to expect. Very good, very strange twists, and I loved the passages about the mother slowly going crazy with paranoia. Also, the book is interspersed with little chapters titled "The Book of Lies", which are wonderful, and really provide a good atmosphere. Great stuff, I can't wait to read more by Lebbon.
It just didn't seem that suspenseful to me; a family having mass hallucinations is somehow less likely to me than a family being stalked by an agent of the devil.
I just didn't see the point; I've always known that bad things happen to good people just because. This was well written and I'll try the author again, the plot just didn't particularly speak to me.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
This book is interesting because the horror sort of creeps up on you. While on the one hand predictable from the start on the other hand it still drags you along.
I enjoyed Tim Lebbons Everlasting more. I really like the way Lebbon uses images that transcend easy to the reader. Face had many of those throughout. Very well written.
It started out amazing, I couldn’t put it down. Then, it suddenly got overly sexual to the point where I got uncomfortable.… what was the point? I couldn’t even finish it.