A review by jimmypat
Blackwood by Michael Farris Smith

2.0

The good thing I can say about this book is that it moved at a fast clip. Otherwise, it wasn’t great. I’m not really sure what the author intended this to be. Horror? Southern gothic? Crime novel? Existential dreary modern novel? It had all of those elements but seemed really unfocused and pointless. As another reviewer noted, the prose was a clunky, self-aware version of Cormac McCarthy.