AN EDEN BOOK SOCIETY EDITION
The Forgotten recordings, featuring bonus material including a new foreword by Charlie Higson.
Your brother’s with the Judder.
London, early-1970s. In a city plagued by football violence, Republican bombings, blackouts and virulent racism, a new urban myth is taking hold. Among the broken down estates, crumbling squats and failed projects of a dying metropolis, whispered sightings of a malevolent figure nicknamed the Judderman are spreading. A manifestation of the sick psyche of a city, or something else?
Published by The Eden Book Society in 1972, cult author D.A. Northwood’s Judderman is an uncompromising snapshot of a city in metamorphosis. Saturated with a nihilistic sense of doom it is a bleak but compelling vision of urban living.
Author: D. A. Northwood
Narrators: Walter Chidlow, D. A. Northwood
Publisher: Whole Story QUEST
Audio Release Date: 17/09/2020
Running Time: 2hrs 31 mins
Series: Eden Book Society Novellas #2
My Rating of ‘Judderman’: 3 out of 5
I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
Judderman is the second of the Eden Society Novellas and, having loved ‘Holt House’ grabbing the second was a forgone conclusion. However, I can’t help but feel Judderman didn’t even come close to reaching the same heights as Holt House.
At the base of it, it’s one man’s hunt for his missing brother. He believes the mysterious Judderman is to blame for his brother’s disappearance and he delves deep into the depths of London in search of him.
In actuality, it doesn’t feel like there’s a whole lot of story going on. It feels like the author just really wanted to get a host of ideas down about a layered London. London ‘cognita’ and London ‘incognita’.
It felt incredibly hard to keep up with what was happening as, when a character would be walking from one person to another to further their investigation, the author would go off into a deep metaphorical monologue about London and the hurts assailing it. Some of these seemed to be repeats of earlier monologues.
In places it genuinely felt like, if the author hadn’t crammed a dozen metaphors, half a dozen similes and more adjectives than most calculators can count in any one description, then he had failed. Sadly, he never failed. The entire body of work was saturated with metaphors, similes and adjectives to the point where I forgot what point was actually being driven at. The blurb itself is a small indicator of this.
When I managed to ground myself and keep up with what was going on, the ideas on offer were intriguing and I liked the concept. I just felt the execution was lacking to the point that I struggled to remember just what was actually being executed.
It didn’t feel like a horror at any point, in fact it felt more like a series of monologues or memoirs than an actual story.
The above sounds a tad harsh and I wouldn’t go as far as saying Judderman is bad. I just wouldn’t go as far as saying it was great either. To me, it was average. This could be because it seems to be far too much of a ‘literary’ piece and I just don’t appreciate it enough, or it could just be the author’s style which does not sit well with me.
Whatever the reason, I just struggled to find myself sitting anywhere other than on the fence as far as rating this one goes.