![]() ![]() Prologue: Okay, full disclosure? The prologue didn’t inspire a lot of hope. In her own sandbox, playing with her own toys, what will James be able to create? Without the fawning adoration of thousands of users begging for more violence, more abuse, more control, manipulation, and fear, what is she capable of?Īs it turns out…it’s actually not too bad. The Mister is, as far as I can tell, an original piece of fiction. The beast slew me.īut as I said in my post yesterday, I’m ready to give James a second chance. The popularity of James’s celebration of a sociopathic man and the woman who embraced his manipulations until she learned to tolerate all the abuse he expected her to take for his convenience dismayed me so much that by the time we reached his side of the story, I just couldn’t take it anymore. ![]() The story that started off amusingly naive before descending into a Lifetime Original nightmare, a fever dream from which the zeitgeist could not, would not, utterly refused to wake. Every ridge of my brain, every nerve and memory bears the scars of my past encounters with James’s work. In other words, I’m about to read The Mister. I have not heard the dread tales told by sailors I have lain mine own eyes upon the yawning maw and vast, slithery tentacles writhing in the horrors of the deep. This time, however, my trepidation is born not of whispered contempt and one-star reviews, but the knowledge of what the author’s past literary efforts have wrought. Once again, I stare down the cold, unfeeling face of spring with an E.L. ![]()
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