May 052015

Sarah Lotz is disgustingly good, and the worst part of it is how easy she makes it look.

This is a follow-up to The Three and, while it’s definitely in the same creepycrazywtfisgoingon universe, the story is built in a completely different fashion – told from the point of view of a handful of central characters rather than as a tabloid disaster porn memoir.

This book is terrifying, but it’s not horror, or terror. It’s a masterful character study of a group of people as the boat they are on stalls, drifting without purpose or pilot, and their social structure fragments.

Feb 242014

Four aeroplane crashes at the same minute. A book within the book: a tell-all collection of essays and interviews. Compelling, as all of these books are, making the reader feel dirty. Eavesdropping. Watching reality television. Lotz weaves strands of dread into this narrative with care, until the tapestry of the story resonates with multiple levels of fear. The slow slow build pays off with a jackhammer at the end. From Chiselhurst in middle England to rural Texas to Khayetlitsha in Cape Town, every character reads as real, their voices effortless and clear and resonating correctly. A stunning piece of work.


Get it here (UK) or here (US)