What a strange (and disturbing) book! It’s one of those novels that grip my attention and refuse to let go — so I feel compelled to read to the end — and yet I certainly can’t say that I enjoyed it, nor even that I liked it. Nor can I label it “good.”
What’s up with that?
Ordinarily I don’t insist on believability. There’s a reason, after all, that they call it “fiction.” But a “willing suspension of disbelief” can take you only so far. Eventually you’re no longer willing. Yes, I suppose I’m willing to believe that a couple of intelligent professionals might fall into a cult. But when you know that one of them is a psychologist, the other a lawyer, and that they agree to join this cult without reading the entire contract provided to them, it becomes less plausible. And then the events in this thriller proceed to stretch credulity beyond the breaking point. Yes, of course I know about Stanley Milgram’s experiments, but I just can’t buy the behavior of the characters in this story.
Also, BTW, the ending is terribly unsatisfactory.