Review by Patrick R McDonough
Burner puts you in the passenger seat, next to our two POV characters, Iris and Audrey. Ford brings the reader on a nice steady drive, where we see a wonderful world of the happy and glamorized. That smooth ride kicks into hyper-drive, never easing on the gas… all because of one man.
One man that is everything to one, and nothing to the other.
There isn’t a second that went by while reading this, that I couldn’t feel the spirit of Dallas Mayr (Jack Ketchum) in the seat next to Ford, whispering: “Keep going”.
Burner is an ultra-realistic series of events that are so horrible, they are almost inconceivable to believe that similar situations occur in real-life. Ford dances with timelines in a seamless manner, so much so that there is no stumbling or confusion on the reader’s part. The elements that lead to varying forms of brutality make me wonder what I’m missing in my everyday life. Who needs help or are there signs of a struggle that I’m missing?
Burner is a bleeding heart, thrashing in the chest of its creator that shows the world some of his worst fears. He also does something that only a skilled artist could manage to pull off: presenting a final product that makes it look like anyone could write it. But just anyone couldn’t write this. That’s the thing about Ford and his twisted creation: they both have a fire in them that’ll burn you to the bone if you aren’t paying attention.