The first third of The Conveyance was about ordinary people leading mostly ordinary lives. Before you know it, Brian W. Mathews lulls the reader into a comfort zone brought on by his easy-going writing style.
Mathews has a gift for developing strong characters who interact with one another in the most genuine of ways. Therapist/patient, husband/wife, best friends. Every one of those relationships was one-hundred-percent believable. It’s a good thing, because a lot of what happens in The Conveyance requires readers to check their disbelief at the door.
A visit to Emersville and a quaint little shop called Lost Desires and it’s like Brad and Toni have suddenly found themselves in the Twilight Zone. It’s at this shop where they purchase a Raggedy Ann-type doll which will only be a small part of the terror that’s coming.
Mixed with the terror were a number of of nice similes. Things like, “This part of Michigan was farm country, wide open and flatter than the Lions’ defense.” And, “I turned to face my house, a sagging, post-war rambler that was one-part charm and three-parts home maintenance nightmare.” I’m a sucker for this kind of stuff.
The Conveyance was one of my most enjoyable reads in recent memory. It does stray into some strange territory, yet manages to convey a good bit of terror along the way. Plenty of twists and turns, a dollop of violence, and periods of immense sorrow.
If you like a gritty story, with great characters, and a bit of the fantastic, you can’t get much better than The Conveyance. I found it to be a hoot and a half.
The Conveyance is published by JournalStone and is available in both paperback and e-book formats.