It’s only as haunted as you are.
After two raids turn up zero evidence, narcotics detective Dwayne Spare infiltrates a crumbling apartment building where a suspected manufacturer of krokodil is hiding—but finds something much worse. The chemist Gerald Metzger isn’t after money; he’s lulling his most ‘dedicated’ customers into catatonia, to make contact with an eldritch being.
When Dwayne’s cover is blown, he becomes Metzger’s new test subject, an involuntary pilgrim into a world where “it’s all just in your head” is far from a reassuring statement.
Well, what can I say about Switchboard, this is a trippy nightmare that grabs you by the throat and won’t let go…….
Dwayne Spare is a cop, he has been chasing George Metzger for some time but somehow he knows when they are coming and all evidence of his Krokodil production has disappeared. So he decides to go undercover and moves into the same apartment block, he sets up his surveillance cameras and phone tap…..what could go wrong?
Well Metzger knows and uses Dwayne as another of his ‘dreamers’……
Can he hear him?
It starts off like a solid police procedural, but oh dear god! It descends into a nightmarish tale of a twisted limbo….where the worlds of the living and the dead meet in ‘dreams’ to the extent no one knows who or what are real……..it’s not all in your head! The more damaged you are the worse it gets……
Metzger controls this, listening for voicemail from the thing in the basement……phones connecting to the dead……a switchboard to a ghostly world where time no longer exists and reality unravels….
Bizarre, brutal and horrific at times but utterly compelling…….I need a lie down now, but not on a stained carpet!!!!!!!
Thank you to Anne Cater and Random Things Tours for the opportunity to participate in this blog tour, for the promotional materials and a free copy of the book. This is my honest, unbiased review.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Andrew Post was born in Erie, Pennsylvania (imagine Eraserhead but in color). While he was honing his craft as a writer (those early stories were awful) he worked in a gift shop in one of the scuzziest hotels in the Midwest, he cleaned rental cars (also gross), he was a butcher (despite being a vegetarian), and in 2013 his first novel, the cyberpunk thriller, Knuckleduster, was published. No one really seemed to care much but he kept at it and has since published a handful of other works to varying degrees of resulting public interest with a few seeing translations and one almost became a movie (that lit agent has since been fired).
Andrew lives in a sleepy river town in Minnesota where he may or may not be planning aquatic “accidents” to befall the many other authors who live in the area and he has been mistaken for Rob Zombie on no less than ten separate occasions.