Nicolas MIOT MIOT itibaren Sarandë, Albanië
Il faut replacer le contexte : j'ai lu ce livre après avoir regardé The Mist en DVD, puis deux vieux épisodes de X-Files, et en songeant fortement au Projet Blair Witch. Imaginez le topo ! Le premier tome porte bien son nom : Psychose. Il s'agit du journal de Ryan, l'un des deux adolescents vivant à Skeleton Creek et pensant que leur ville cache un secret lié à la drague, ce lieu abandonné qui a servi à exploiter l'or et où un ouvrier a trouvé la mort. Depuis, on chuchote que son fantôme hante l'endroit. Ryan et Sarah se sont rendus en pleine nuit sur place, mais le garçon a chuté et s'en est sorti avec une jambe dans le plâtre. Depuis, ses parents lui interdisent de revoir son amie et ont coupé toute communication entre eux. Par des moyens détournés, Sarah et Ryan réussisent à s'échanger les quelques tuyaux qu'ils dénichent concernant leur affaire. Sarah, en fait, ne se sépare jamais de sa caméra et les vidéos qu'elle envoie sont parfaitement flippantes ! Au début, je pensais les zapper mais je suis allée par curiosité sur le site, j'en suis sortie les nerfs à vif. C'est glaçant. Si l'auteur a cherché à créer l'ambiance, à tendre l'atmosphère pour la rendre insupportable et angoissante, à rendre suspects la ville et ses propres habitants, bref c'est réussi. L'action est lente, et c'est essentiellement sur sa tension psychologique que ce tome 1 tient son pari. En ce qui me concerne, je suis la cliente idéale pour mordre à l'hameçon et me laisse facilement embarquer dans ce genre d'histoires tordues ! Trois tomes restent à venir, frissons garantis.
Pleasantly surprised how much I enjoyed this book. I would recommend as a nice summer fluffy read that actually involved using you "little grey cells".
I thought the book had promise, not least of all because it's Jami Attenberg and she's written several short stories and essays I really liked. It had moments that I could relate to, as a woman who was married young to a...let's call him "difficult." You know, the kind of person who has difficulty conceiving of other people with needs and ideas that exist outside of their own concepts of themselves. It's easy to get sucked into a relationship with a person like that, and I thought Attenberg capably described the way it slowly erodes your sense of self until you don't know where your partner ends and you begin. There were also moments when I thought I could see the barest outlines take shape of a portrait of a young woman who'd never really bothered to learn what she wanted out of life, simply because she'd been willing to accept whatever had been placed in front of her with no critical thought. But sparks of promise and interest cannot make up for what ultimately ended up being a fairly weak book. The book suffered from what I'm going to start calling the "fuck-it" syndrome, where the author seems to get sick of her characters and her story and wraps the whole thing up in a tidy bow in fifteen pages or less. It often leaves me feeling cheated, because I hung in there with the author through the first 200-300 pages of set-up and character development and plot and then my reward is a whole pile of facile nothingness. Maybe I could have forgiven these things if I liked the narrator at all, but I really didn't. She seemed unnaturally naive - I mean, I know she's a farm girl from Nebraska and all but just because someone is from a small Midwestern town doesn't mean they are an idiot - and her lack of a substantial inner life irritated me. Maybe I am wrong to think everyone can be interesting in their own way, that even the most pedestrian, mainstream, unambitious person can still have little tingles of specialness somewhere inside. Maybe that's my problem, that I figure almost everyone had those unexpected parts of their personality. Ultimately a pretty disappointing book. Wanted to like it more than I did.