I
am, more often than not, a truly jaded reader. I can see where this is going
and cringe when it’s so obvious and all the characters in the story are still
scratching their collective heads when they should be pulling it out of their
posterior. Mr. Kaine’s story “Slasherazzi,” is nothing like that. It’s edge of
your seat kind of stuff, suspenseful—the works.
In
a narrative voice, which at times reminds me of Jeff Lindsay's
"Dexter" (which I hear as actor Michael C. Hall in my head, but that
can't be helped) things slowly unfold. And when you are absolutely certain you figured
it out—well I didn’t. The revelation came only when Mr. Kaine allowed it to
happen. And I’m sure he marked the place for us well. This story was so unlike
any of the stories of this genre, I found it absolutely refreshing and
captivating.
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