Poppy Z. Brite, Drawing Blood (Dell, 1993)
I've been a fan of Poppy Brite's novels ever since I read Exquisite Corpse back in 1997, but (and here I lose most of my cred with my goth friends), I've never been a fan of Steve and Ghost. It's a testament to Brite's characterization ability that my problem with them is a simple personality clash; they just never clicked with me. Because of it, however, I never did read Drawing Blood, a Missing Mile novel that, as it turns out, contains Steve and Ghost only by reference; this one sucked me in from the beginning.
The book opens with underground comics artist Robert McGee and his family having their car break down in Missing Mile, North Carolina. McGee has found himself unable to draw, and it's making him edgy. So much so, in fact, that he kills his wife and one of his sons before committing suicide, leaving only his five-year-old son Trevor alive. Fast-forward to twenty years later, and Trevor, rootless, finally returns to Missing Mile to confront the demons of his past and to try and figure out why his father left him alive. Meanwhile, in New Orleans, computer hacker Zachary Bosch finds out some very nasty people have discovered his activities and are after him. He flees the city, ending up in (surprise!) Missing Mile. The two become fast friends, and then something more, but will Zach's influence help Trevor with combing to terms with the house, or the opposite?
This is an early novel from Brite, and it does show in a few places; there are pieces here that seem disconnected from anything, character quirks that exist just for the sake of being character quirks (Zachary's penchant for eating hot peppers, for example) rather than being truly integrated into the characters. It's not a big thing, but it does jar now and again. As well, the subtlety that makes the Rickey and G-man novels so wonderful wasn't fully developed here. That's not necessarily a bad thing, and it could be argued that horror novels are not subtle creatures by their very nature, but it felt a little rough around the edges to me. Still, I don't want to give the impression this is a bad book by any means; I burned through it in a couple of days, because it grabbed my attention and didn't let go. Worth your time. ***