Merging With Monsters

Merging With Monsters

by Joseph Eugene Green

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ISBN-13: 9780595335565
Publisher: iUniverse, Incorporated
Publication date: 01/12/2006
Pages: 268
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.61(d)

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Prologue: 1992

It is almost midnight and her world is spinning out of control.

"Shut the fuck up bitch and don't scream," hisses the voice that seems to echo throughout the cavernous confines of the three-story parking garage.

Still reeling from the sharp blow to her right arm, Anita sucks in her breath and tries to make sense of what is happening to her. My arm! It's broken! Oh, my God! This can't be happening! It feels like someone has shoved her arm deep into the blue heat of a ravenous flame. Nerves made raw with pain fire repeatedly up and down the damaged limb.

It's broken! Snapped like a brittle piece of wood! Broken!

Anita feels like she will throw up, fall down-just give up. But she has never given up. It isn't in her nature to give up. She tries to scream, but it is impossible to get a sound beyond the hot hand clamped firmly on her mouth.

A few hours ago, Anita Powers gave a well-received speech to a group of minority high school students as part of a weeklong series of events commemorating Black History Month at the University of Denver. Few activities give Anita greater satisfaction than relating her success story to a youthful audience of black and brown faces. She enjoys telling them how in spite of all the odds that were stacked against her since day one, she is well on her way to becoming a doctor. "Anyone," she told them, "can find their way beyond any negative circumstance."

But my arm! Oh, God! It's broken!

Anita parked her car in the garage located directly across from the auditorium and just beyond the well-lighted tennis courts. She did not park in the open lot adjacent to the auditorium because the evening forecast warned of a heavy blanket of wet snow.

Oh, God! Oh, God! I've got to find a way out of this!

A proud woman, whose remarkable beauty is well matched by her intelligence and drive to succeed, Anita is fiercely independent and dislikes having to ask people for help. This is why she didn't give Derek, her fiancé, a hard time when he refused to attend her presentation so he could instead "take care of some personal business." And this is why she declined her professor's offer to escort her to her car in spite of realizing the evening's event had extended well beyond its designated time.

Hot breath smelling of a corrupt mixture of onion, beef, and alcohol flows against her face. Thick fingers twist into her hair causing her scalp to burn and her skull to ache. "You're coming with us-bitch."

This can't be happening! Anita's mind continues the disastrous cries from a fire she is unable to extinguish. And her eyes water as the natural rhythms of her body make their acquaintance with an alien form of raw fear.

The muscular young man initially caught her and held her from behind, right before delivering the devastating blow to her right arm. But he now turns her. They are face to face. Oh, my God, nooooooooo!

She tries to keep from facing him by forcing her eyes to the ground. If she cannot see him-if she does not look, then maybe the demon will cease to exist.

Still trying to resist her assailant's advances, she catches a glimpse of the red and black pole he holds in his hand. It's the automobile anti-theft device. Screaming thoughts crowd her mind again. The Club! I've been hit in the side of my arm with The Club-a steel bar!

Adrenaline flows freely, but instead of making her stronger, it has a sedative effect. She wants nothing more than to pass out and escape from having to understand and confront any of what is happening to her.

"You're coming with us," he says, further tightening his grip in her hair.

Oh, God, it hurts!

Anita summons the courage to finally look up and face the dark eyes of her attacker. He's a black male who appears to be in his late teens or early twenties. Us? Who? She questions and receives no answers.

Viselike, a hand grips her right upper arm, causing sharp pain to radiate throughout her shoulder. "Oh, my Lord," she whimpers, her eyes instantly watering up. "You don't want to do this," she pleads. You don't want-"

She then spots the swirl of red and black metal as it slices through air on a path toward her face. The sudden pain she feels is excruciating and there is no relief from realizing he slaps her hard against the side of her head with his hand instead of the steel weapon. The sound of metal falling against concrete is faint and possibly imagined.

God help me! Please!

The fierce throbbing in her face is then supplanted by the force of another slap to her left cheek that is followed with more verbal hissing from the monster that holds her in his grasp. But she cannot understand. She does not understand what he is trying to tell her.

There is so much pain. Please make it stop. Oh, God! Oh, God! Make it go away!

Anita coughs and begins crying as blood leaks from her cut lip.

"Don't talk! Don't say nothin' bitch," her assailant hisses again. "I don't want to have to hit you again. You just gonna be still and be pretty-that's all you have to do." Black holes mark the spots where some of his teeth are missing. He's wearing a tight, dirty, gray T-shirt and blue jeans that appear stained with oil and dirt. "Damn, you smell good."

Details, she thinks. If I can remember enough details, then maybe I can survive. She notices several bloody scratches on her attacker's muscular, dark arms. Did I make them? Oh, Derek, she thinks. Where are you? Why aren't you here with me now? How am I going to survive this? How does anyone survive this?

Anita summons the courage to fight. Sucking in her breath, her left hand becomes a claw ready to strike. She thinks she remembers hearing that women who resist their attackers during the first few moments of an assault have the greatest chance of getting away. Like a vulture, she will strike at his eyes, gouging them out like talons tearing away at rotting flesh.

Anita's hand goes up and-slap! The monster's fist connects with the left side of her face again, sending her tumbling to the ground where she promptly lands on her broken arm. Her unrestricted scream echoes throughout the parking garage.

"Shit. Ain't nobody around here is gonna help you. You might as well give up and enjoy the ride. And if you do that again, I'm gonna kill you." The monster kneels and picks up the weapon he has dropped and stands over her. "And I'll kill you quick bitch." He laughs and spits into her crying face, his spittle mixing with her tears and the blood leaking from her busted lip. His eyes, reflecting the light from the yellow fluorescents strapped to the ceiling above, are the moist, glassy red orbs of a comically made-up street demon.

Anita curses herself for crying and at the same time her soul cries out to God to get her out of what seems like an impossible situation. For the good Lord has rescued her from some seemingly impossible situations before. But nothing ever like this. Nothing ever as bad as this.

Oh, God! she prays. Please help me!

She fights back the tears, wondering how much longer she has before the unspeakable will happen. She struggles to fight off the steady waves of panic that constantly threaten to completely rob her of her senses, leaving her at the complete mercy of this monster.

Oh, God, please don't let this happen!

Anita is a smart, young woman who has worked hard all her life and has always done the right thing. She's been good when she wanted to be bad. She's been responsible when it would have been perfectly within her right to be irresponsible. She's been loving when it would have been well justified to be hateful.

On this night, she was responding to an invite by the University's Minority Affairs department to be part of a group of inspirational speakers selected to address high school students regarding the benefits of higher education. Anita graduated from the University of Denver (magna cum laude) and plans to attend John Hopkins University School of Medicine.

"C'mon, bitch," he commands, yanking Anita up from the cold concrete floor by the back of her head- and then he twists her left arm behind her back as he urges her forward to a secluded section of the garage's second level.

Oh, God, please don't let this happen to me!

The pain in her right arm repeatedly surges and then fades as it flops along as if her body is about to slough off the damaged appendage. The heels of her black pumps leave faint, barely visible skid marks as she briefly resists and quickly gives in to the commanding strides of her attacker. She spots her pearl green, 1986 Honda Accord off in the distance. Her mind looks for her keys and her soul desperately tries to start the engine.

Oh, God, please don't-

His grip in her hair relaxes. And realizing that hers is the only car parked on the second level, and that no one responded to her initial and subsequent screams, she allows her knees to buckle, seeking one last chance for escape by attempting to collapse face forward onto the floor.

Initially, her plan works, and her attacker almost trips over her in his attempt to avoid falling on top of her. Adrenaline and panic brings strength, and this time Anita ignores the resurgence of pain in her right arm, spins around on her butt and tries striking out at her attacker with her feet. Her right foot makes contact with his groin and he grunts. Anita thinks she might have a chance to finally make a run for it.

The Club! Damn it! What if he still has the weapon?!

With another angry and desperate wave of panic sweeping over her, she tries twisting around to rise up and run. This is her only chance to run. But it comes too late.

"You fucking, goddamn bitch!" her attacker shouts at her, his voice booming into the stark and cold atmosphere of the garage. He does not seem to care that someone might hear- that someone might be on the way to rescue her. As Anita tries to sprint away, her one good hand frantically clawing for a grip on the cement floor, he grabs her feet, pulling Anita flat against the ground. The coldness of the concrete floor bites into the thin fabric of her dress, stinging her breasts. Her shoes are ripped from her feet and that's when he appears-a young white man who Anita first prays is a student who might be coming to her aid. Instead, he motions to her black attacker. "This way!" he shouts. "Let's do it over here!"

"Fucking bitch! You goddamn, motherfuckin' bitch!" the black one angrily hisses again, having tired of Anita's attempts to resist. He grabs her feet, drags her backwards several inches and throws her against the nearby cement wall.

It is all Anita can do to quickly bring her left arm up to shield her face and keep from banging her head against the wall. Her arm bleeds from the latest blow, and she tastes the black one's sweat as a shredded piece of his T-shirt is suddenly forced against her mouth until it settles snug between her teeth.

"Can't stand my bitches when they get to screaming," he mutters.

Her head is roughly jerked up as if to break her neck as the black one uses his knuckles to jam the rag deeper into her mouth. In doing so, he snaps one of her front teeth.

"C'mon, over here," the white one demands, continuing his approach, and Anita recognizes him as someone she saw loitering outside of the auditorium after the evening's event, Empowerment through Diversity, ended. His blue eyes are radiant beneath the fluorescent shine illuminating the garage, and his dirty white shirt is revealed beneath an old, maroon bomber-style jacket. The black one lifts her from her position on the cold pavement as if she is his rag doll. The bottom of her green dress rips, exposing her underwear and she feels the black one's hand squeeze her buttocks hard enough for it to hurt.

Feeling her body react to his touch, the black one holds her head with his hand in a solid grip and presses his tongue to her ear and mutters, "Oh, yeah, bitch. You're gonna like what I do to this sweet, tender ass of yours. You're gonna like it real good." His tongue is a slimy, cold slug performing a most vulgar intrusion.

Anita feels as if she will die many times over again and tries screaming again. But her cry of anguish exits her mouth in a muffled grunt accompanied by a few foamy drops of spit. No longer capable of even attempting to stand up, her black assailant must accept dragging her along until he arrives at the entrance to the stairwell offering the option to either go up to the 3rd level or down to the 1st level.

"Noooooo," she mutters, every nerve in her body lit up by extreme and final doses of adrenaline. She wants to pass out. She wants this to end. The white one opens the door and helps the black one shove her inside the stairwell illuminated only by a low wattage fluorescent bulb hanging high on the ceiling. It blinks once behind its web-like shielding of mesh wire as if about to go out, or perhaps signal what is about to take place.

"Here, hold this bitch," the black one orders the white one. "We gonna do this one right." He begins removing his belt with one hand while he holds Anita up by gripping the back of her head even tighter.

My head is on fire! she thinks. He's going to tear my scalp off! And my arm! Oh, my God! My arm is broken! Somebody please help me! Just make it stop! Oh, God! Oh, God!

The white one momentarily appears less resolved than the black one, and Anita meets his eyes, mistakenly revealing her intent to try and make one last break for it when the black one releases her to finish pulling down his pants. That's when the white one smirks at her, revealing crooked, stained teeth-and the intensity of his resolve. Before Anita can even begin to position the muscles of her legs for one last attempt at running away, the white one punches her in the stomach.

"Dominos!" he exclaims. His laughter is maniacal. "Dominos!" he shouts the nonsensical word again.

Anita nearly vomits from the shock, the pain and fear of choking on the cloth jammed in her mouth. She vaguely hears the white one repeat his triumphant cry of "dominos" as he strikes her again in her mid-section. And the black one has grabbed the back of her neck, before shoving her forward. She's then falling into the white one's grasp right before she gags on the cloth in her mouth, and briefly loses consciousness.

Oh, God, Anita prays. Please help me. Don't let this happen. Please don't let this happen to me. Oh, pleeeeeeeeeeease God! Noooooooooo...

Outside, the nearly deserted campus offers no sudden arrival of angels or heroes to combat the horrific exploits of demons. Above and high in the night sky, dark clouds sweep across the moon, blocking its light like a turbulent, heavy black curtain. Snowflakes swirl in the chilly wind, sparkling like stars belonging to the fluorescent filled universe spilling from the parking garage. They sparkle like miniature floating stars against the glow of fluorescent light spilling beyond the concrete walls of the parking garage.

Some snowflakes drift far enough into the garage to eventually settle quietly on the windshield of Anita's Honda Accord. And several fall to quick, watery deaths upon the not quite cold enough concrete floor, just outside the door marking the entrance to the stairwell from which no sound escapes.

Beyond the yellow painted, steel door, the black one turns Anita around, having stripped her of her clothing. He enters her again-this time covering her face with what remains of her dress. His body is hot and heavy as he bores into her, his fingers occasionally clawing at her breasts. "Oh, yeah," he groans as he rams into her with such force that the top of her head bangs repeatedly against the heavy door leading into the stairwell.

And then the white one is on top of her. But he hesitates while anxiously looking into Anita's defeated eyes as if searching for something he has lost. "Turn her over, man," he says. "Help me turn the sorry bitch over."

Having resigned herself to the fact that she has already died, Anita gives up praying to God and offers no resistance as she is rolled over. This time she does not even feel the cold as her bruised and scratched breasts are pressed into the hard, filthy concrete. She feels the pain, though, and summons the strength to cry out once again as the white one penetrates her from behind. But it is a silent and imagined scream-perhaps heard only by the good Lord above.

Table of Contents

Prologue: 1992................................................................................. 1
Chapter 1: 2006................................................................................. 9
Chapter 2: God's Punishment.......................................................... 22
Chapter 3: White Ravens................................................................. 34
Chapter 4: Impromptu..................................................................... 44
Chapter 5: Monday.......................................................................... 52
Chapter 6: Unspeakable Joy ............................................................. 71
Chapter 7: Bootleg Friends.............................................................. 92
Chapter 8: The Chocolate Moon ................................................... 111
Chapter 9: Pseudo Cool................................................................. 137
Chapter 10: Surface Tension ............................................................ 157
Chapter 11: Black Boys and White Boys ..........................................174
Chapter 12: Invisible Niggers........................................................... 189
Chapter 13: Relentless Pursuits........................................................ 209
Chapter 14: Souls Bizarre................................................................. 224
Chapter 15: Quiet Cataclysms.......................................................... 232
Chapter 16: At the End of the Day.................................................. 245

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MrsRJ on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
When an author breaks new ground with a seemingly old story line, it is often overlooked by main stream readers and reviewers. Which I feel is exactly what has happened with Merging with Monsters. While it would appear, at first glance, the plot has been covered already - this assumption would be in error. Yes, it is true, discrimination has been the subject of many books. But never, like this.Joseph Green has painted a masterpiece, using a corporate merger and the employees vying for position within the company as his canvas. The characters are very real, three dimensional and flawed. Much like you and me. Each having been effected and changed in some way by that which they have endured. Anita, a woman of impeccable strength and character fights both her inner demons and the glass ceiling of corporate America. Her assistant, Phoebe, paralyzed by a bullet has dealt with hurdles of her own. While Grayson and his wife, Sherry live in a prestigious neighborhood in Colorado, they too struggle with ignorance and discrimination. Through out this novel I found myself stopping, momentarily to reflect upon my own experiences. So often we know nothing of the people we work with everyday. ¿You never know what is behind the smile of your co-worker,¿ has never been demonstrated in such a powerful and compelling way. From the highly controversial topics, to the beautifully written metaphors, this is one of the most engaging pieces of literature that I have read in quite some time. Whether you have experienced discrimination in your own life, or simply enjoy a good, suspense filled book - Do not miss Merging with Monsters. Joseph Eugene Green has delivered a novel that will leave the reader thinking and inspired to treat others with a deeper understanding.Happy Reading! RJ xx
Guest More than 1 year ago
When an author breaks new ground with a seemingly old story line, it is often overlooked by main stream readers and reviewers. Which I feel is exactly what has happened with Merging with Monsters. While it would appear, at first glance, the plot has been covered already - this assumption would be in error. Yes, it is true, discrimination has been the subject of many books. But never, like this. Joseph Green has painted a masterpiece, using a corporate merger and the employees vying for position within the company as his canvas. The characters are very real, three dimensional and flawed. Much like you and me. Each having been effected and changed in some way by that which they have endured. Anita, a woman of impeccable strength and character fights both her inner demons and the glass ceiling of corporate America. Her assistant, Phoebe, paralyzed by a bullet has dealt with hurdles of her own. While Grayson and his wife, Sherry live in a prestigious neighborhood in Colorado, they too struggle with ignorance and discrimination. Through out this novel I found myself stopping, momentarily to reflect upon my own experiences. So often we know nothing of the people we work with everyday. ¿You never know what is behind the smile of your co-worker,¿ has never been demonstrated in such a powerful and compelling way. From the highly controversial topics, to the beautifully written metaphors, this is one of the most engaging pieces of literature that I have read in quite some time. Whether you have experienced discrimination in your own life, or simply enjoy a good, suspense filled book - Do not miss Merging with Monsters. Joseph Eugene Green has delivered a novel that will leave the reader thinking and inspired to treat others with a deeper understanding. Happy Reading!
Guest More than 1 year ago
With the patience and perseverance of a spider, Joseph Eugene Green spins a web of intrigue that serves to focus on the inner workings of major corporations (a very timely topic!), and writes with such centripetal force that the end of this very fine novel is an explosion at the core. Green, himself an integral part of the corporate world, has a rich vocabulary, a keen sense of characterization, and the ability to present the intimate aspects of the sex lives of straight people, gay people, and those on the down low - be they African American, Hispanic, white, or biracial - with more sensitivity to sensuality than most writers writing today. MERGING WITH MONSTERS is not only about corporate mergers, but also about sexual mergers, and even past-to-present mergers - and in each category the constituents are often monsters. Anita Powers is a beautiful black woman from humble beginnings who entered her adult life with a horrid physical assault, yet instead of submitting to that incident's scars, has climbed the ladder of success to become a top corporate executive. Likewise her close friend Phoebe, from similar background, sustained a gunshot wound as a result of being public with her girlfriend and is wheelchair bound, yet rises to high levels in corporate management as Anita's assistant. Grayson Malone also has a past of secrets, and as a handsome black man marries a white girl Sherry, coping with the familial prejudices as well as the corporate problems to rise in the ranks of the big companies. Julian Quintana comes from a humble, close-knit family and faces not only the corporate prejudices of being an Hispanic but also those of his being gay. And these are only a few of the myriad characters that Green catches in his web, interrelating them all in a manner that addresses so many social evils, so many personal triumphs won by sheer chutzpah, and so many private and public pains, that the reader is left nearly breathless as the novel speeds to a satisfactory end. Green is a very fine writer. There are some technical aspects of his style that can either be considered positive or negative, depending on the reader's mindset: he for some reason feels the need to call his black characters either Sistah or Brotha and italicizes these terms, pulling focus away from his narrative in a jarring way he has a propensity to use repeated phrases in italics between paragraphs to apparently project a character's subconscious when the writing simply doesn't need the diversion/distraction. But these are small (and remedial) aspects of a mature writer's gifts, and since this novel establishes Joseph Eugene Green as a successful African American artist as well as simply a fine writer, he can now move forward and continue to create spellbinding plots and characters without the need for gimmicks. He definitely is a writer to watch - an this novel is fine piece of work! Grady Harp
Guest More than 1 year ago
Merging with Monsters is an eloquently written book that touches upon real life issues. Anyone who reads this book will be able to relate to one or all of the characters in some way. Not to mention the fashion in which Mr. Green has brought the characters to life--you feel as if you 'know' them. However, even given how much you feel you know about each character, their actions are in no way predictable. Which brings me to a perfect segue as I clarify the story itself. Predictable this book is not. It will have you sitting on the edge of your seat eagerly anticipating what will happen next. And trust me, once you delve deeper you will not at all be disappointed. This book exceeded my expectations in every way. The story and character development was stellar, and the drama was never ending. My kind of book!
Guest More than 1 year ago
What an exciting new talent Joseph E Green is. What a book! Characters are outstanding and the dialogue great not to mention the tricky little twists that really have the reader wondering what's happening next. I think that we'll be hearing a hell of a lot more from Joseph E Green in the future.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I know it took me a while to get this review in. Work has been crazy lately. This review is for 'Merging With monsters' by Joseph E. Green. This was a great book. It was real. It discussed things that happen in the cooperate world. Things that in every day life. It dealt with issues that may be offensive to some. Yet in writting it this story of these characters, it expressed how many in society deal with various events. I love the way he expressed his feelings and emotions in this book. It is a great read, so make sure you go and yourself a copy and read it with an open mind. Share it. Discuss it. Embrace it. Thank you Joseph for sharing this with us! Keep up the great work!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was a very good book! I read the book on a trip to New York and finished it front to back in 3 hours! I was absolutely engrossed in the characters. The author goes deep into the emotions, background and thoughts of the character which I really liked. While the ending left me without the closure I'm used to, I suspect that is the whole point. This is a book about the struggles of adults in today's corporate society-and they don't end. Very realistic, good description. I enjoyed it!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Merging With Monsters is the best novel I have read in years. And I do mean years! From the Prologue metaphor of the melting snow to the very last line, Joseph Eugene Green makes visible to us those that society makes invisible. The writing is shockingly beautiful. In Merging with Monsters, Joseph Green views a corporate merger through vignettes of characters struggling to succeed in the business world. Anita, an African-American woman, fights her way up the corporate ladder. But will her close-held secret bring all her hard work crashing down in front of her and the entire company? Will the white good old boy golf partners allow her entry into their closed group? Grayson, a black man living in prestigious Highlands Ranch, Colorado, was promised a leadership role in the merger, but he is stymied at every turn. Will he succeed in grasping power or self-destruct? Phoebe, Anita¿s assistant, has fought her way through poverty and a bullet permanently disabling her to her current position. How will her momentary error in judgment tip the balance in the struggle between Anita and Grayson? Sherry, Grayson¿s wife, has fought her family who opposed their biracial marriage. Now, she must fight to preserve her marriage as Grayson¿s perfect corporate veneer starts to crack. Julian, both gay and Hispanic, finds himself in the middle of both corporate and family struggles. Can he successfully negotiate all the power plays around him and keep himself intact? Green¿s book is a thriller¿.it was impossible to put down, but it is so much more than a thriller. Green¿s delightful humor effuses the world he has created. The sex scenes are both raw and classy. Green gives us an incredible depth of character behind the façade and power struggles. Green has given us a thriller with a modern sense of spirituality that both grounds the characters and lifts them up. Merging with Monsters will appeal to anyone who liked Six Feet Under¿.except that Green¿s book is better in my opinion. What makes Merging With Monsters truly unique is the generosity of vision with which Green sees his characters. Read this book. Turn off your phone, cancel your engagements and read slowly. This writing is something that you will want to savor. At the same time, you will want to race through the book to find out the answers. Fight that desire and read slowly. Merging with Monsters will give you a new appreciation for the world around you and the grace within us all. The ending was a total surprise. With his ending, Joseph Eugene Green has given his reader the same shocking generosity of insight that he has given his characters. Perfect!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Wow - this book's characters are so real - it's as if I can identify not only people in my life who are these characters, but also myself in these characters! This book touches the reader in such a personal way, be it through painful experience, loss or a sense of becoming - it should be the handbook for anyone wanting to explore their inner self with a view to moving forward, emotionally, spiritually and humanly!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Excellent book!! Thanks for sharing it with me! What an unexpected ending(s), I LOVE novels that are not predictable! Admittidly, I had a hard time with the first chapter and was not going to go on either, however a question that arroused my curiousity, prompted me to buy and read the entire book. I am glad I did. I could picture the scenes as if it were a movie.. always knowing what each character was facing, engrossed in their own drama, having no idea what the other's were facing in their own lives. Some situations quite familiar and I am sure I know a couple of those characters! I wonder if they will recognize themselves when I recommend the book!
Guest More than 1 year ago
The opening of Merging with Monsters will leave you feeling violated and shaky...and may prompt you to stop reading. But don't! The violent and prolonged opening sequence is a stunning metaphor for how minorities are often treated in the business world of the US. Green has populated his battlefield with surprisingly sympathetic characters...which makes us want to read on and makes us care about their fates. Although the book could use some editorial tightening here and there, this is a promising effort from a talented writer. Definitely worth a look. Rick R. Reed, author of Obsessed, Penance, A Face Without a Heart, and Twisted: Tales of Obsession and Terror
Guest More than 1 year ago
At least one certainly hopes so. 'Merging With Monsters' delves into the complicated, subtly intertwined lives of office associates at a large corporation. Most of the real action - sex, violence, racism, and revenge - takes place away from the office. Yet the somewhat karmic ripples change each character in some way before the book concludes. If you have ever hidden a dark secret from the world, you will identify with this book!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Our reader's group reviewed advanced copies of this novel and while the novel's graphic beginning was hard for some of us to take, we were very pleased with Mr. Green's ability to keep us turning the page. The novel includes a clear chain of action. The reader consistently understands how seperate actions may, and then do, converge. Opposing forces include corporate racism and homophobia as well as internal character strife. Grayson, for example, must battle corproate racism as well as his inclination toward suppressing his emotions. Phoebe must battle her internalized homophobia as well as her physical limitations. The novel climaxes when Grayson embarks upon an insane idea to defeat his co-workers. Merging with Monsters will prove an interesting read for many - highly recommend.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The book wove a number of characters in a corporate setting...some I related to and others I didn't. However, it made me think about how my own work situation is made up of different viewpoints, experiences, and personalities. Entertaining book, yet made me think. Well worth a read.