Read from March 14 to 20, 2015
Synopsis: FEVERS is a novel unlike any you have ever read. Exotic adventure, white knuckled suspense, torrid romance, and a haunting portrait of three damaged individuals – one man who has turned beast, one who must confront the beast within himself, and the woman torn between them.
Rio de Janeiro. 1984.
There are whisperings that somewhere deep in the steamy rain forest of the Amazon a man, once-civilized, is hiding in the jungle’s prehistoric ferns and moss-shrouded trees. To the Brazilian Indios, he represents the “pale skinned messiah” they’ve waited so long for. Others believe he is an evil supernatural power stirring the indigenous masses to a frenzied, killing pitch. And yet others suspect he might be Michael Fevers.
Into the lush tropics comes William Straw. A rebellious journalist and embittered Vietnam vet, the troubled Norte Americano forms an uneasy alliance with Maggie O’Hara, a beautiful anthropologist. Together the two embark on a tortured journey up the Amazon River – from swamp river shantytown to opulent plantation, from explosive passion to brutal murder – that can only conclude in the vast, incalculable depths of the jungle.
Whether he is chasing a story, an adventure, or a chance to finally exorcise his own inner demons, nothing will prepare William Straw for the senseless violence and cruel logic of the one who has been patiently waiting to take him beyond the jungle – Michael FEVERS.
Bookish Things: 261 pages. A somewhat simple cover. The red catches the eye though.
Where to buy: Amazon on kindle for $3.13
Fevers is an in-your-face story about a gadfly of a journalist and his adventures into the Amazon. It’s primal and the pages are smeared with blood. It drags the reader, perhaps a little unwillingly, into the jungle too and forces them to watch the events as they unfold.
Certainly not a tale for children, nor those with weak stomachs, Fevers will possibly even make the harder readers wince or retch.
The gore and thrills aside, the story actually started off a little slowly. I get the need to set the scene, but I felt waiting about 50% of the book to get William into the jungle seemed a little excessive. I also felt that once there, some of the scenes that were most important were rushed over to get to the ‘juicier’ scenes. This annoyed me more than anything, it left me feeling a little cheated and harried to get through the story.
I’m not really sure what the cover has to do with the book, I think something more suitable would draw in more readers. I’d recommend this for readers of gore and thriller detective type books, those who enjoy reading about out there cultures and beliefs or readers of gritty in-your-face adult fiction.
There’s a little work that could be done on the writing, some of it reads a little weirdly and there’s plenty in there that can be cut. Happily, though, I only found one instance of a typo:
85% – bum, should be burn.