Gear that has flitted from human body to body and life to
life throughout centuries past, each existence devoted to destructive mayhem
fueled by a relentless addiction to violent abandon, rape and murder.
Frank Talbort's wife is yet another
victim in Gear's killing spree, but when Frank comes home from a busy day at
the advertising agency he finds himself face to face with Gear and his
wife's mangled body. In a frenzied confrontation, Frank kills
Gear, but the ancient creature within Gear yanks Frank's spirit from his
body and then takes that body over, resuming his killing spree as
Frank. In the meantime, Frank's spirit, eager to stop the creature for
good, enters the body of a coma-stricken police officer --- another of the
creature's victims. After this shift in identities, it's cat and mouse
from then on out.
Frankly (pardon the pun), Wiehe, at
the start, does need the kind of poetic fluidity that it takes to draw
the average reader into the story at the get-go, that gut-busting rawness
that makes the reader know that you have a guttural roar while a picture is
painted before the bulk of the story is told, but the thing is.......when
you don't expect it, you get caught up in the whole thing, right about the
time when Gear has Frank's wife. When Frank's spirit is catapulted
from his body, one cannot help but truly take an interest, and then the tale
pulls you in, deeper and deeper, and it gets better and better.
All in all, after you read it, it
leaves you thinking and going back in your mind to the events you've just
read about, just as a good read should. Strange Days is a
novel, ultimately, that does its job, a novel of ageless evil told with
wicked abandon and stylish prose. Fred Wiehe has established himself
as an important voice in a new age of horror fiction. As he grows in
his craft, I'm certain we'll all be watching. And reading.