This calling Monster Steven Evans

After Michael graduated from college, the job market deposits him in a city far from his friends, his social life, and his girlfriend. Michael is alone in this new city, but he believes he has found the perfect hobby to occupy his time in his solitude. A hobby he calls urban exploration — the breaking into derelict buildings so he can view a past life untouched by historical renovations.

In his urban exploration run, Michael finds an illicit remedy to help him get through his humdrum life. With each passing day, he finds himself more and more attracted to it. It becomes the object of his fascination. But he knows what’s calling to him. Something different. Something he wishes not to acknowledge. Something deeper inside him.

Told from Michael’s personal journal written in 1987, This Calling Master explores the thoughts, the feelings, the emotions, and the actions of one man caught in a battle against himself.

Received this book from netgally and the publisher in exchange for an honest review this has in no way affected my opinion.

This book wasn’t what I was expecting. There is a creepy abandoned mansion where Michael, an urban explorer, gets stranded during a snowstorm, getting to witness the meeting of some “pseudo gangsters” (how he calls them) who are up to no good. There is a dark shadowy presence that prevents Michael from having a restful night’s sleep. But this is not a ghost story, nor a crime novel. We are literally reading Michael’s journal, so we really delve into his life, mind, nightmares and dreams. He is writing in the 80’s and refers to the people who will read his diary in the future as “futurians,” which I guess are all the readers. I found the parts where he talks about his job a little slow, but there are some philosophical discussions with his coworkers that were really profound. Some other passages made me want to strangle Michael: yes, his life is boring and empty but does he really have to put himself in danger for absolutely no reason? I guess if he were a more voracious reader, he would have had adventures vicariously through the stories of people just like himself. But then we would not have followed him in his exploits. That would have just been too sad





Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s