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Bliv medlem af LibraryThing for at finde ud af, om du vil kunne lide denne bog. Der er ingen diskussionstråde på Snak om denne bog. Mira Grant has written post-apocalyptic books about zombies, a couple of novels about killer mermaids, and the like. Her stories are often (always?) about empowered women, contain lots of blood and gore, and healthy doses of humour. Final Girls is a novella about a psychologist who claims to be able to “cure” individuals (and families) of mental health issues by plunging them into a virtual reality horror movie, while injecting them with a cocktail of drugs. The other main characters are a young female journalist who is deeply skeptical and another woman who — well, the less said the better. My favourite bit: her dedication. It’s to a friend, “who, like me, would probably enjoy therapy more if it came with a chainsaw.” I enjoyed the book, including its ending, but this is not her best work. If you’ve not read Mira Grant before, start with a different one – perhaps the “Newsflesh” trilogy. Reading this was like watching a satisfyingly solid horror movie. I had forgotten what it was about or why I had ordered it from the library by the time I started it, so getting to the sci-fi aspect of it was a fun surprise. The length of the novella was perfect for the story Grant told, and I was enthralled throughout. The concept of therapy via guided nightmare was far-fetched, but it was laid out well enough I happily rolled with it. The thing I found least believable was Esther agreeing to it, but her belief she’d be able to overcome the illusion explained it well enough, I think. This is only the second novella I’ve read by Mira Grant (Seanan McGuire), the other one about monster mermaids, which was only OK. This one makes me want to try more of her horror writing. ingen anmeldelser | tilføj en anmeldelse
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What if you could fix the worst parts of yourself by confronting your worst fears? Dr. Jennifer Webb has invented proprietary virtual reality technology that purports to heal psychological wounds by running clients through scenarios straight out of horror movies and nightmares. In a carefully controlled environment, with a medical cocktail running through their veins, sisters might develop a bond they've been missing their whole lives--while running from the bogeyman through a simulated forest. But...can real change come so easily? Esther Hoffman doubts it. Esther has spent her entire journalism career debunking pseudoscience, after phony regression therapy ruined her father's life. She's determined to unearth the truth about Dr. Webb's budding company. Dr. Webb's willing to let her, of course, for reasons of her own. What better advertisement could she get than that of a convinced skeptic? But Esther's not the only one curious about how this technology works. Enter real-world threats just as frightening as those created in the lab. Dr. Webb and Esther are at odds, but they may also be each other's only hope of survival. No library descriptions found. |
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The opening chapter is called Running and it dropped me straight into a classic horror movie scene: two young sisters being chased by a monster through dark woods lit only by a sickly moon. Here are the first two paragraphs:
THE WOOD is dark and the wood is deep and the trees claw at the sky with branches like bones, ripping holes in the canopy of clouds, revealing glimpses of a distant, rotting moon the color of dead flesh. The light it casts turns everything cold and cruel, like something better buried and forgotten. It would almost be better without the moon. They would be running blind without the moon, yes, but at least if they were running blind, they wouldn't have to see.
They run through the skeleton trees hand-in-hand, two girls separated by a handful of years that seemed like an eternity only a few short hours ago (a few short hours ago, before they were alone in the world; before they were orphans, before they knew the taste of their mother’s blood, the glittering trails of their father’s tears; before they were everything either of them has left). Those years don’t seem to matter anymore. They hold each other tight. They keep running. They keep running.
Grant, Mira, Final Girls. Subterranean Press, Kindle Edition.
The whole story is told with that same mix of immediacy and distance that I associate with fairy tales and horror stories told to a group around a campfire. You see what the protagonists are doing and their reactions, emotions and some of their thoughts are shared with you but you never really get inside the protagonists' heads. I liked this approach. It kept me firmly in the realm of storytelling and reminded me of the power stories have over how we see the world and each other.
The three main characters, the sceptical report, the fringe scientist and the saboteur are all women and they're all very good at what they do. That they sound like they come straight from Central Casting makes them instantly accessible in the way that the wolf and the little girl in the red hood are instantly accessible but it's the details of their history and their motivations that make them engaging.
The Science Fiction part of the story is fascinating: using drugs to make people susceptible to dreams and to experience those dreams as reality and using computers to program the dreams, allowing the dreams to be experienced by two people who can interact with one another spontaneously and enable the dreams to be visualised real-time on a monitor - great stuff. Add in the idea of using fear as therapy to modify behaviour and create emotional bonds and your set up for something interesting.
The horror movie part is spectacular. It's built into the dream scenario, which regresses the subjects to their thirteen-year-old selves and then takes them through a bullies-in-Halloween-costumes sequence. At least, that's what is supposed to happen until the saboteur gets involved and real blood begins to flow.
One of the things i admired most about the novella was how effortlessly and skillfully Mira Grant uses different tenses to let me know which part of the story, dream or reality, I'm in. It's so smooth I almost didn't notice it but, like great camera work in a horror movie, it's part of what gives the novella such momentum.
I didn't see the ending coming but I loved it when I got there. ( )