Maybe it is because of my
somewhat fragile emotional state after a terrible breakup about a month ago
that I haven’t quite gotten over, but I think this time, Jack Ketchum went to
far with his novel Stranglehold. I have always respected Jack Ketchum for his
willingness to tread deep within the scum sodden underbelly of American life
with novels like The Lost and The Girl Next Door, but I find that at least
those books have a moral lesson about the importance of doing what is right,
but this book I found it hard to find any kind of moral center. This was just a
dark, angry, twisted look into an innocent person being let down by the system.
It is still good, but it totally rubbed me the wrong way, and will stick with
me for a long time. It starts off with a woman, to quell her crying baby, tries
to dunk its head in the toilet. We find out this baby is Arthur Danse, who
grows into a reprehensible monster determined to show people how awful this
world can be. We then meet Lydia, a nurse with a history of being walked on by
the men in her life. And when she meets Arthur at a wedding, it is a match made
in hell. He abuses her emotionally than physically, culminating in a divorce
and a custody battle where a crazy yet keen Arthur manipulates the system to
get their son Robert, who hides a terrible, revolting secret about Arthur that is
truly stomach turning. That revelation, mixed with a horrendously downbeat
ending, make this book a hard, devastating read I don’t ever want to go through
again. Like I said it is good, but it truly was not what I needed at this point
in my life.
Rating: 4/5
It is a very disturbing read. I still think I will finish it, because it is keeping my interest, although I can guess Roberts horrible secret.
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