The horror-novel genre has been pushed and stretched to all kinds of lengths and angles in recent years, but, this having been said, a great horror novel remains what it always was: one that psychologically intimidates the reader and not one that relies on the gory effects and new ways to depict death, one that involves brilliant writing, one where the characters are engaging you into the plot the more you go along, oh, and one that has a tremendous plot, or more specifically, a tremendously disturbing plot to go with it.
The Wasp Factory has all of the above in strong dosages.
While this book has been written almost 20 years ago, I don't see why it wouldn't spawn the kind of "noise" it did if it came out today. It's that good.
The story sets its epicentre around Frank, a teenager who lives with his father on a remote Scottish island and who seems to be living in a world of his own that resembles a dimly lit nightmare.
Frank has been “taking out” young-aged member of the family since he was a kid himself, particularly the ones that annoy his sense of order of things. Frank seems to also have a shining future as a murderer because he indulges in the art of the perfect crime early and perfects it as he goes along, making the 3 murders on his account all look like very unfortunate accidents.
But Frank is not as "simple" as that. Murder might be his way of solving "problems" but he's also got a philosophy about it, or to be more precise, a whole self-constructed world to base his actions upon, a world where decisions are not really his per se but they are actually taken by his very own miniature oracle: the wasp factory.
What exactly is the wasp factory? Well since the author chooses to build up the atmosphere of the book and only reveal 3/4s of the way what it exactly is I wont spoil the surprise for those of you who plan to read the book.
Furthermore, and as if all this wasn't, peculiar enough, Frank's life seems to be one big web of complications: his brother Eric has been locked up in an asylum for the lunatics (even though the average reader will, justifiably think that this is where Frank belongs too) but he's now escaped and is "coming home" in a process that has "showdown" written all over it. Then there's Frank's father, a rather mysterious figure, who seems to notice nothing strange at all going on, ever, and who goes about everyday life chores as if he's the only normal person left in Frank's immediate environment.
