David‘s wife is apparently dead, the victim of some inexplicable violence.
Then the threats start to appear, little poetically menacing missives. ”CURL UP IN MY LAP,” one reads. ”LET ME BRUSH YOUR HAIR WITH MY FINGERS. I AM SINGING YOU A LULLABY. I AM TESTING FOR STRUCTURAL WEAKNESS IN YOUR SKULL.” Mysteries abound in Threats, Amelia Gray‘s intriguing debut novel. What killed David‘s wife? Who’s behind the threats? Why has a weird therapist moved into his garage? But this is no thriller. Instead, it’s a surreal, darkly comic portrait of a man’s mental unraveling, all seen through David‘s unstable gaze. B+