Ghost Road Blues by Jonathan Maberry
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Ghost Road Blues is pretty standard American doorstop horror. The protagonist makes a lot of terrible Dad jokes. Otherwise, it’s small town versus Evil.
For a longish book, not much happens. This, I think, is one of the features of this particular genre of horror. Lots and lots of pages, conveying not that many minutes of actual time. Plenty of gore. Plenty of physical pain, most endured by the bad guys. But the good guys get their share, too.
One weakness is that, for most of the book, we have no idea why Evil cares about this small town. In the last quarter, we get a glimpse. But most of the time, it seems like these bad guys are there to cause mayhem and carnage for no reason. Or a very poorly-defined reason: “Evil doesn’t die. It just grows stronger.”
I just feel like there wasn’t much interesting going on.