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Bentley Little is most likely the creepiest author that is actively writing today. King might be more prolific, and very creepy himself, Mr. Little is...damn his stuff is strange.
So, The Association. I really enjoyed this reading this one. In fact, once I picked it up I had an extremely difficult time putting it down. Yes, it was on a sick, sadistic level, but it was very good. I read it in two sittings. Hey, my eyes get tired and need to take a break...suck it!
The story goes like this: Barry and Maureen are a couple that have bought a home in an exclusive, gated-type, fancy-pants neighborhoods somewhere of in them quiet hills of Utah. The land of beauty, legend, and men with six wives and forty children. But, I digress... Barry and Mo (as I called them), begin to realize that something is just a little bit 'off' about their new homestead.
You see, this neighborhood is overlorded by a homeowner's association that takes the idea of the HOA to a whole new level. The application process to even be allowed to buy in the exclusive, gated community must've been a strain on the buyers. That sucks because Barry and Maureen are likable folk. They're good people and appear to get along well with one another. However, that yard sale is just not fucking cool in the eyes of the HOA. The yard sale attempt and fine (yes, fine) are just the start of the madness. It slowly snowballs from there.
So, over a relatively short amount of time, neighbors just suddenly start to up and disappear. No trace. Nothing.
Then there are the murders.
Then there are the dildos. Seriously.
The Association is fucked. But, in a really, really good way. It's a mind-bender and I love that about Little. He's never afraid to breach a subject or just take it one step too far. As a writer, Bentley Little has some balls. I respect that.
On a side note: I live in a neighborhood with a homeowner's association. I am petrified of them, now.
You see, this neighborhood is overlorded by a homeowner's association that takes the idea of the HOA to a whole new level. The application process to even be allowed to buy in the exclusive, gated community must've been a strain on the buyers. That sucks because Barry and Maureen are likable folk. They're good people and appear to get along well with one another. However, that yard sale is just not fucking cool in the eyes of the HOA. The yard sale attempt and fine (yes, fine) are just the start of the madness. It slowly snowballs from there.
So, over a relatively short amount of time, neighbors just suddenly start to up and disappear. No trace. Nothing.
Then there are the murders.
Then there are the dildos. Seriously.
The Association is fucked. But, in a really, really good way. It's a mind-bender and I love that about Little. He's never afraid to breach a subject or just take it one step too far. As a writer, Bentley Little has some balls. I respect that.
On a side note: I live in a neighborhood with a homeowner's association. I am petrified of them, now.
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