Reviewed by Grant Nicol
It’s Thanksgiving and all the
residents of Baird College are going home for the holidays. All of them that is
except for the disenfranchised and discarded boys and girls of the Mendenhall dorm.
The five members of Sokoloff’s very own ‘Breakfast Club’ stick around in the
dark, lonely rooms and empty corridors of the old building rather than heading
home to households they no longer want to be a part of. It appears that for
each of them a lonely four-day weekend in the deserted building is preferable
to having to endure the torments of spending time with their respective
families.
Martin, the overly-serious, studious
and withdrawn Jewish law student is undoubtedly the brain of the outfit hiding
himself away in the library hunched over law books in his self-imposed scholastic
solitude. He would prefer no company at all to frivolous company and is more
than happy to point this out to the others if not with words then with his body
language and unmistakable withdrawal.
Patrick, the jock of the ‘club’ is
a stereotype and an enigma all at the same time. His princess girlfriend
Waverly is one of the ones heading home for the break and he is happy to see
the back of her. Yet for whatever reason he would rather stay and drink on his
own instead of seeking out like-minded company elsewhere.
If there is a basket case in the
group then it is definitely Robin Stone who starts the story off with an
aborted suicide attempt with her roommate’s (Patrick’s girlfriend, Waverly) spare
medication in the dark as soon as she thinks she’s alone. When she discovers
that she’s not the only one hiding out in the building for the Thanksgiving
break she hides the pills and attempts to cover up what she was about to do but
still harbours a dark desire to die.
Then we have our two other outcasts
to make up the five members of Sokoloff’s ‘club’. Cain, we’ll call him ‘the
musician’, is a brooding, intellectually superior artist with a cynical heart
and a mind to match. Lisa, we’re going to have to call her ‘the promiscuous one’
because I don’t think I should call her a slut. She is damaged and loathes many
things in her life but probably herself most of all.
Five disparate individuals and
highly unlikely allies thrust together by fate and boredom and loathing who
ostensibly have nothing in common until they decide to sit around in the dark
together after a power cut and share a few beers and joints. As you do. I
certainly did a lot of that in the dark when I was their age. Despite their
uneasy alliance they find themselves initiating a séance with the help of an
unearthed Ouija board and a distinct lack of anything better to do.
Scepticism is slowly replaced by an
uneasy feeling that they have really stumbled upon something and their lives
soon begin to run in an agonizing parallel with the original users of the
board. From here on in there is a comparison to be drawn with William Peter
Blatty’s great novel of 1971 but to say anything more would be inappropriate
and might get me in trouble in this life as well as the next.
The main problems that the
characters face throughout the remainder of the story is finding a way to
cooperate with each other. They are all just so different but that is the fun
of what is basically a locked-room mystery with supernatural overtones. Only
the room isn’t as singular or as locked as you might think. Sokoloff does a
great job of building tension between the characters as they attempt to
navigate their way through a hazardous minefield of conflicts and arguments
with each other, the tension between Lisa and her polar opposite Patrick being
particularly delightful to watch unfold.
I actually read this over
Thanksgiving in the middle of a really nasty storm in Reykjavík and for much of
it I was actually there with them. Locked away in my 4th floor attic
bedroom the banging windows, the flickering candlelight, the howling wind and
pounding rain took me into the heart of their nightmare. Once alone in their
brave new world their struggle to get on with each other is soon superseded by
a struggle just to survive. Haunting, engrossing and thoroughly spooky this is
exactly what a horror story should be like.
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