“There is a specific depth you’ll hit where the soul finds it impossible to harmonize with its surroundings.
It’s not the darkness . . . It’s not the vast silence or emptiness or the absence of any life-forms he can draw warmth or certainty from . . . It’s not the pressure. It’s not even the fear of death that constantly nibbles at the edge of his mind.
It’s the sense of unreality. This out-of-body feeling that you’ve stepped away from the path your species has always tread. Things become dreamlike, essential, Your mind, seeking solace in the familiar, retreats to those things you understand, but those things become so much harder to grasp.”
Yes, Nick Cutter has become the King of all things vile as far as I’m concerned and I will gladly bow down to him.
The blurb describes The Deep as a combination of The Abyss and The Shining. I hate when publishers write crap like that . . . so here, let me do it myself ; ) I thought The Deep was more like Sphere (don’t hate – go back and re-read or re-watch it, it’s good) meets It. There is definitely a “we all float down here” element to this story – there’s even a delightful little chapter about clowns *shudder*.
That being said, there are plenty of reviews out there that complain about the familiarity of the book, not only when it comes to being “inspired,” if you will, by well-known stories (my opinion? imitation is the sincerest form of flattery). Sure there have been other tales about “the deep”
(okay, maybe that last one is a stretch, but you get the picture)
Trust me when I say Nick Cutter puts a brand new spin on everything he writes, and if anything, I found The Deep to be most reminiscent of The Troop. Nick Cutter is an author with an M.O. and you don’t even have to read the byline to know you’re reading his book.
As with The Troop, the story begins with a clear-cut plotline: There is a horrible new disease called “The ‘Gets” wiping out the population at an alarming rate and a possible cure (code name “ambrosia” or “the nectar of the gods”) has been discovered at the bottom of the ocean. Luke’s genius (and potentially mad) scientist brother is one of three who are researching this new substance from a station on the ocean floor, and he has asked the government to summon Luke to come help him.
Also like The Troop, once the reader is on the hook, Cutter immediately unleashes a spider-webbing of additional, complex plotlines that overshadow the original premise. Once again, it’s not the physical manifestations of horror that will keep you up at night – it’s the psychological torture Cutter puts you through getting to the finish line. Sure, he’s is great when it comes to the gross-out factor (one of the earliest scenes is a man suffering from the ‘Gets wandering aimlessly with a pack of mating (and therefore cannibalizing) mantises on his head – that’s nasty), but he has the innate ability to DISTURB you down to the cellular level. Cutter doesn’t believe in the idea of the slow burn – he’s going to grab you by the balls on Page 1 and torture you until the very last paragraph. He will make your heart pound out of your chest and you’ll discover that either your nerves are completely shot or you've come down with a sudden, incurable case of restless leg syndrome.
I would have given my first born for an ARC of this book. Endless thanks to NetGalley for giving it to me for free in exchange for an honest review.
Many reviewers post warnings for any potential “triggers” that certain readers may want to avoid. If you suffer from any of the following, you might want to skip this one:
Althaiophobia - Are you actually looking these up? This one isn’t really in the book, I was just checking ; )
(sorry, but I can’t resist using that .gif whenever possible)
And as for you, Nick Cutter? Well, I think I might just be your number one fan : )