My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Nevill’s best work so far. It delves into the primeval forests of Europe, reveals the living horror that lurks there, and goes on to explore how this horror resonates in our deepest and oldest instincts. Again, as ever, he examines this (partly, at least) through our psychological and emotional bonds to various art forms, in this case, music, particularly Swedish Death Metal. This is the first of Nevill’s novels that, for me, has a strong enough story to outlast the unfolding of another of his characteristically visionary ideas. Although there was an inevitable sag of a few pages in the novel’s second half, the story quickly picked back up and rode me rough right to the end. Then, with little need for a denouement, and having fully rendered the human response to terror of the most primal kind, Nevill makes a swift exit. Great stuff.