What is it about Chicago stories landing in my lap recently?

I reviewed Cynthia Pelayo’s Forgotten Sisters last week. You can read the review here. Like all of Cynthia’s books, it’s set in Chicago. I haven’t read any of Joe’s stories before. I came into this fresh, but the beginning drew me in.

The opening, and so much of this book, reminds me of Frankenstein. The gothic feel, the trips to the graveyard, and other things about the story. There’s a darkness to this story that’s unsettling. It’s a deep yearning in humanity to continue. So many of us fear death. The older I get, the more it comes to the forefront.

Joe brings this out. He doesn’t talk about it, except in small moments between characters as they’re being “fitted” with the devices that would change humanity. Joe could have taken a more graphic tone with the fittings and all it entails. He took a more tame path. It fits better with the story.

Behind the story of Creighton, the Doctor(who we never know his name), and Clyde, there’s the story of the reporter, Michael. I liked this part of the story almost more than the other three.

I care about Michael. I care about his family and what he’s trying to do in Chicago. I also understand his fear. He wants to dive into the mob stories in Chicago, but the fear of doing that and/or losing his family holds him to change what he does.

His journey and the journey of the other three collide. Michael’s investigation throws him into the crosshairs of the other three, unwittingly so. It’s in Michael, not Clyde, whom I grew to feel sorry for, that I wanted to see become triumphant. Clyde is the man who hides his intelligence, while Michael puts it on display, to his detriment.

In the end, Michael falls prey to the other three. It’s when the story recommenced after years pass that we see Michael become the hero he wanted to be. He does it to save someone from his fate. He chooses to become the hero. Clyde does the same by Michael’s side.

When we recommence with the story, it feels more like a vampire or zombie story. This turn of story lands perfectly, in my opinion. Joe does a great job of imagery throughout the novel. From the lightning, the graveyard, the catacombs under the house, there’s the monolith of the house itself.

I grew up in a town with great old houses. They felt intimidating, though their beauty was majestic. Creighton’s house is no different. If you’ve toured an old house, you know the feeling. The smell of the wood, the way the light pours through the front windows at certain times of the day. It has that reverent feeling, much the way the house in Forgotten Sisters does the same thing.

Both houses in the last two stories I’ve reviewed are characters of their own. Each of them holds secrets. And each plays a part in the greater story within the house itself.

I loved the feeling of this novel. I’ll be looking for Joe’s other books at my local library. Thank you to NetGalley and the publisher for letting me read this one. I thoroughly enjoyed it.