Maybe I don’t get comic books. I always think I’m going to like them more than I end up doing. Like Private Beach, which seemed like it would be kind of quirky and sullen, but in a good, spooky way, and then just reads like an idea of a story rather than a story itself. The “newly added resolution” didn’t help much (maybe, like comic books, resolution is something I don’t get either). The idea of the story, I liked that. I liked that a lot. But it’s just a throw-away. There’s more time spent in having the main characters neg on strangers and generally be misanthropic.
Time speeding up so [undetermined creatures] can feed on our misery faster! How can you just dangle that in front of us and then just go back to pedestrian twenty-somethings trying to be hipster ironic and cool? It grates on me to have such a good idea squandered.
Private Beach by David Jerome Hahn went on sale July 20, 2016.
I received a copy free from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.