OLD SOUL

Ancient evil at large in the modern world.

Horror has always been—at least, in its Anglophone form—a genre in which repetition is not just accepted but expected. An author doesn’t have to show us something new, because showing us something old in a new way provides its own thrills. What Barker offers here is essentially a vampire tale with subtle echoes of Dracula. Instead of trains and coaches, we have air travel. Telegrams are replaced by information gleaned from the dark web. And, in place of Bram Stoker’s bloodsucking revenant, we get an elusive woman with a camera and an eldritch god to feed. The story begins when two travelers, Jake and Mariko, discover that they share a terrible affinity. Both have lost loved ones to the same uncanny affliction, and both blame a strange woman who seems to be ageless. Mariko connects Jake with her dead brother’s wife. His interview with Mariko’s sister-in-law is both fascinating and chilling, as she describes her husband’s transformation from a charismatic artist to a monster she no longer recognized. Jake is convinced that the woman who seduced Mariko’s brother is the same woman who destroyed his best friend. After this, most of the text is composed of “testimonies” Jake gathers from other victims’ survivors and scenes from the perspective of the woman he’s hunting, and it’s a mess. However, horror fiction can survive—and even benefit from—mess. Dracula is a mess, but it’s a fascinating mess that moves at a fevered pace. Jake’s testimonies are repetitive and do nothing to advance the narrative, and the shifts in perspective seldom tell us anything new. The worldbuilding is rickety and kind of cringe. It turns out that the more you explain a terrible entity beyond human comprehension, the less terrible it gets. Similarly, the villain’s backstory makes her less, rather than more, frightening.

An ungainly novel that undermines the promise of its premise.