Stephen Graham Jones

From New York Times bestselling horror writer Stephen Graham Jones comes a classic slasher story with a twist—perfect for fans of Riley Sager and Grady Hendrix. 1989, Lamesa, Texas. A small west Texas town driven by oil and cotton—and a place where everyone knows everyone else’s business. So it goes for Tolly Driver, a good kid with more potential than application, seventeen, and about to be cursed to kill for revenge. Here Stephen Graham Jones explores the Texas he grew up in, the unfairness of being on the outside, through the slasher horror he lives but from the perspective of the killer, Tolly, writing his own autobiography. Find yourself rooting for a killer in this summer teen movie of a novel gone full blood-curdling tragic.

I Was A Teenage Slasher

I don’t read a lot of horror, but Stephen Graham Jones is an author that has been on my radar for years now, and I’m glad I gave his writing a chance! The concept of this book was interesting, and although I don’t watch slasher films I still enjoyed this take on the genre with a slasher character as a Jekyll and Hyde situation. I would definitely read a book by this author again. 

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Thanks to Saga Press for the physical ARC. This book has a great design and I’m happy to own one.

This book was a bit of a gamble for me. I was really interested in the blurb, had seen some early reviews that were great including other FanFiFam, but I had read one full length from the author and I hadn’t really gotten along with it. After finishing this and loving it, now I’m wondering if it was simply because I read the other when I was newer to horror. So perhaps a reread of The Only Good Indians is imminent now.

This has to be one of the most unique takes on the Slasher genre. It brings to mind another recent read for me, which was Brian McAuley’s debut, Curse of the Reaper. Where that novel blends Slasher tropes with psychological horror, Jones went completely off the rails and made a slasher memoir. And not just any memoir, but one that takes place within a world where slashers do exist. There’s definitely no wondering here why zombie stories take place in worlds where no one knows what a zombie is, Jones has offered up his teenage slasher all the reference material he needs.

In a kind of self referential nod that felt like Jamie Kennedy’s Randy from Scream/Scream 2, our main character’s best friend Amber is the launch board for all of Tolly Driver’s necessary slasher info. Her brother, a slasher fanatic, has the goods on what’s going to happen, when, how, and maybe even where, not that she’s necessarily going to share all of it. And on the inverse of maybe the ‘why’ zombie worlds don’t know of zombies, this created this really interesting tension where Tolly spends a huge portion of the book not believing what happened to him simply because his real life couldn’t become like the movies. These things existed in his world, but as fiction, they couldn’t possibly become him, right?

The detachment of Tolly from his Slasher self is another really unique dynamic to this novel. The Driver (pun intended), taking over has this supernatural angle to it that starts all the way at the beginning with the blood from the Joss kid. And just like any slasher, revenge is the driving force, right? And while the reader does live through the near death experience with Tolly, it did kind of feel like a somewhat weak reason to go around killing people. However, slashers aren’t usually known for being reasonable, rational, believable even. And it’s within that, that this story lies. There are things that seem extreme, things you’d never believe or assume, but neither did Tolly.

Multilayered and compelling, Tolly Driver is anything but a mindless killer. With notes of coming of age, of finding oneself, with angles of grief and strength, this bleeds through as a love letter to Lamesa and Texas as a whole. And I absolutely loved Tolly’s internal commentary and struggles from the passenger seat. Jones has this way about his writing, this meandering, sometimes longwinded, sometimes unconventional sentence structuring, that just lends itself so well to someone telling their own story. And, I think, especially someone trying to remember it as well. It had this really nice stark contract to another read of mine at the time, Deep Freeze by Michael C. Grumley, which had such short chapters to enhance its pace that there were over 100. Jones instead, uses long winding pieces of each day to show just how much Tolly was really going through, both trying to stop it, and failing miserably.

Poetic and heart breaking, the final 15 pages of this may break you.

C. J. Daley 

Thanks to Saga Press for the physical ARC. This book has a great design and I’m happy to own one.

This book was a bit of a gamble for me. I was really interested in the blurb, had seen some early reviews that were great including other FanFiFam, but I had read one full length from the author and I hadn’t really gotten along with it. After finishing this and loving it, now I’m wondering if it was simply because I read the other when I was newer to horror. So perhaps a reread of The Only Good Indians is imminent now.

This has to be one of the most unique takes on the Slasher genre. It brings to mind another recent read for me, which was Brian McAuley’s debut, Curse of the Reaper. Where that novel blends Slasher tropes with psychological horror, Jones went completely off the rails and made a slasher memoir. And not just any memoir, but one that takes place within a world where slashers do exist. There’s definitely no wondering here why zombie stories take place in worlds where no one knows what a zombie is, Jones has offered up his teenage slasher all the reference material he needs.

In a kind of self referential nod that felt like Jamie Kennedy’s Randy from Scream/Scream 2, our main character’s best friend Amber is the launch board for all of Tolly Driver’s necessary slasher info. Her brother, a slasher fanatic, has the goods on what’s going to happen, when, how, and maybe even where, not that she’s necessarily going to share all of it. And on the inverse of maybe the ‘why’ zombie worlds don’t know of zombies, this created this really interesting tension where Tolly spends a huge portion of the book not believing what happened to him simply because his real life couldn’t become like the movies. These things existed in his world, but as fiction, they couldn’t possibly become him, right?

The detachment of Tolly from his Slasher self is another really unique dynamic to this novel. The Driver (pun intended), taking over has this supernatural angle to it that starts all the way at the beginning with the blood from the Joss kid. And just like any slasher, revenge is the driving force, right? And while the reader does live through the near death experience with Tolly, it did kind of feel like a somewhat weak reason to go around killing people. However, slashers aren’t usually known for being reasonable, rational, believable even. And it’s within that, that this story lies. There are things that seem extreme, things you’d never believe or assume, but neither did Tolly.

Multilayered and compelling, Tolly Driver is anything but a mindless killer. With notes of coming of age, of finding oneself, with angles of grief and strength, this bleeds through as a love letter to Lamesa and Texas as a whole. And I absolutely loved Tolly’s internal commentary and struggles from the passenger seat. Jones has this way about his writing, this meandering, sometimes longwinded, sometimes unconventional sentence structuring, that just lends itself so well to someone telling their own story. And, I think, especially someone trying to remember it as well. It had this really nice stark contract to another read of mine at the time, Deep Freeze by Michael C. Grumley, which had such short chapters to enhance its pace that there were over 100. Jones instead, uses long winding pieces of each day to show just how much Tolly was really going through, both trying to stop it, and failing miserably.

Poetic and heart breaking, the final 15 pages of this may break you.

I Was A Teenage Slasher

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