Cutter, my scribblings are naught but the mindless doodles of a toddler on a sheet of tattered foolscap. Upon reading this novel I broke all my fingers so that I couldn’t type another word of my own (save this review): It taught me the folly of my own writing ambitions. Please trust that I am not indulging in hyperbole. The term has been trivialized-so much so that when a true masterpiece arrives, one that puts to shame all those prior saccharine and weak-willed efforts, it requires a new term.Ĭhildhood bonding? Bucolic surroundings described with a deftness heretofore unseen? Uh … little bitty hungry critters? The word has been thrown around pretty loosely the last little while - and by “last little while,” I mean more accurately, the last thousand or so years. Īlthough we’d already assigned The Troop for review, Craig Davidson, the author of last year’s Giller Prize-shortlisted novel Cataract City, insisted that he be allowed to review The Troop, as well. In Cutter’s hands, those hoary old chestnuts will cause you to pucker in places you didn’t even know could pucker.Īnd The Troop is a very good book. With his new book The Troop, Toronto horror writer Nick Cutter (a pseudonym for one of last year’s Giller Prize finalists) embraces these and countless other horror tropes, creating a work which reminds us of why they’re tropes in the first place: they work. This advertisement has not loaded yet, but your article continues below.
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