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Friday, February 27, 2026

The K: or the hum beneath the (reflecting) skin

  


The K: or the hum beneath the (reflecting) skin


By Dawn Merriman 


Reviewed by Matt (cleric20) Adcock


Reading The K by Dawn Merriman feels less like consuming a thriller and more like being slowly enrolled into one. Do I fear for my sanity after reading it? Absolutely (but then if you know me, you’ll know that’s probably not a new sensation!?)…


Readers get to observe young Jeremiah, who's not exactly normal... and before I realised it, I was uncomfortably adjacent to him. By the final act, I was beginning to understand his internal logic. My lawyer says I have to put ‘not agreeing or endorsing’ in here, but I definitely recognised the terrifying smoothness of it.


Merriman (who must be fun to have a glass of wine or two with) doesn’t bludgeon you with depravity. She gives you a rationalisation. The small permissions. The interior voice sounds disturbingly calm. Evil here isn’t theatrical; it’s more administrative. It kinda explains itself.

There’s a tonal lineage running through the book, I picked up a flicker of Dexter without the winking charm, a touch of American Psycho without the satire, maybe even a trace of Blue (saw this on the big screen last week and it’s still ace), Velvet’s suburban rot but in a stripped form. Here is moral decay under flat Midwestern skies, speaking of film references, if you like The K, then you should check the lesser-known classic The Reflecting Skin (a lesser-seen 1995 cult classic).


But back to The K, this is a master-class in restraint, and that makes it hit harder.



One of the many things that lingered with me is how the book weaponises intimacy. You don’t fear Jeremiah because he’s monstrous. You fear him because he’s coherent. Because you can track the steps. Because the slope is so rational, it almost feels reasonable. *shudder*


Then comes the love story, and it’s here that The K gets crueller.

Victoria isn’t a redemption arc. She’s friction. She introduces hesitation into inevitability. And as a reader, you find yourself wanting, absurdly, for love to matter. 

What Merriman explores through her quietly relentless prose (which put me in mind of the masterful Catriona Ward), is the idea that love doesn’t erase darkness. At best, it complicates it. At worst, it becomes a kind of ‘possession’. 

This thematic tension is what gives the novel its aftertaste; it’s bitter because this isn’t a “can he be saved?” It’s more a “why do we need him to be?” tale.


The prose itself is cool, controlled, just my twisted cup of tea. This unpacking of a psychological descent made me feel like I was watching corrosion spread across metal in real time. Perhaps the corrosion is in my mind now after reading this? 


Thanks Dawn…


As the Sisters of Mercy so eloquently sang, ‘hey now, hey now now – sing this corrosion to me..’.


When I finished the book, I closed it slowly. And sat with the hum in my head.

The K isn’t interested in shock value, although it is shocking. Dawn is more interested, I think, in complicity. You get a dip into the very mind of a monster and asked, “How comfortable are we watching?”


And that sure is unsettling, but I highly recommend you take this trip…


Dawn Merriman 


she looks so normal too...

Dawn Merriman writes creepy small-town murder mysteries from her small farm in northeast Indiana, where she lives with her husband and teenage children. You can often find her with muck boots on her feet and a story in her head. She enjoys animals, auctions, snorkeling and archaeology.

 

Dawn Merriman grew up a small-town farm girl on a small-time pig farm in Indiana. She spent her young adulthood sitting on her bedroom floor scribbling stories in notebooks. She won the "Northeast Indiana Young Writers" award as a sophomore in high school.

 

After battling severe depression, she wrote her debut novel, "How Murder Saved My Life" as therapy, mixing her love of murder mysteries and farming with climbing out of the darkness of illness.


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Wednesday, February 11, 2026

Hell On Wheels: The Car vs The Car: Road to Revenge

The Car  (1977) vs The Car: Road to Revenge (2019)

M.O.T. carried out by Matt Adcock (@Cleric20)

Sometimes at Darkmatters we ask the important question:

What if the villain… was a car?

Not a metaphorical car.

Not a car representing capitalism, patriarchy or Tottenham’s away form.

Just… a car.

And thus we have two gloriously daft, unexpectedly effective entries in the “vehicular malevolence” subgenre.


The Car

Directed by: Elliot Silverstein

A mysterious matte-black Lincoln Continental begins terrorising a small Utah desert town, running down cyclists, smashing through parades, and generally behaving like Jaws if Spielberg had swapped the shark for a two-ton demon sedan.

Sheriff Wade Parent (James Brolin) tries to stop it. The car has no driver. No motive. No brakes. No soul.

It is never explained. Which is precisely why it works.

It’s basically Jaws on land.

The town. The mounting dread. The sense of something unstoppable lurking just off-screen.

The car itself is shot like a monster — low angles, engine growls, POV shots bearing down on screaming victims. There’s no winking irony. The film commits. Fully. Which makes the absurd premise weirdly effective.

Delightfully blunt dialogue

When asked what it is, one character replies:

“Maybe it’s the Devil.”

No committee meeting. No exposition dump. Just — yeah. Sure. Devil car. Move along.

There’s also the dry Sheriff line:

“That car’s got a driver.”

“Who?”

“The Devil.”

Strengths

Minimal explanation = maximal menace

Incredible stunt work (pre-CGI, real cars, real danger)

Deadpan ‘70s seriousness elevates the silliness

Desert cinematography gives it mythic weight

Weaknesses

Third act drags slightly

Some performances are wooden enough to qualify as roadside fencing

Out of a potential 5, you have to go with a Darkmatters: 
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(3  Lean, mean, and enjoyably ridiculous. Not the classic I was hoping for but absolutely a cult petrol-fume delight..)

My Letterboxd review


Car: Road to Revenge 

Directed by: G.J. Echternkamp

A district attorney is murdered and fused with his experimental self-driving car in a neon-soaked dystopian future city. The car returns as a sentient revenge machine, slaughtering the gangsters who killed him. But after getting trashed the car is rebuilt with bit of the original killer car... more mayhem ensues...

Yes. It’s basically Christine by way of low-rent Blade Runner or Johnny Mnemonic.

And it’s greater than it has any right to be!?

Where the original was sun-bleached horror, this is cyberpunk B-movie chaos. Holograms. Corporate corruption. Self-driving AI. Revenge-em-up. Neon reflections on wet asphalt. Bastardised monster car made from parts of BOTH the original and the new one: nice! Cameo from Ronny ‘Robobcop’ Cox from the original film: win!!

It knowingly leans into its B-movie DNA, and that self-awareness gives it, for me, an edge the original didn’t quite have.

Thematically, it’s riffing on tech horror what if your autonomous vehicle decides you deserve judgment?

It has more plot, more lore, more silliness and is more fun.

At one point a character growls:

“You think you can outrun this car?”

Which, frankly, is cinema at its most efficient.

There’s also some wonderfully straight-faced tech babble about AI consciousness that feels like someone dared the script to say “revenge protocol” without laughing.

Strengths

Cyberpunk aesthetic is surprisingly strong for a low-budget sequel

Embraces its absurdity

Revenge structure keeps momentum high

Fun nods to possessed-car lore… very much in the shadow of Christine (which, yes, still reigns supreme in vehicular horror)

Weaknesses

Acting occasionally wobbles

Budget shows in some VFX

Out of a potential 5, you have to go with a Darkmatters: 
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(3.5  It shouldn’t work. Yet it kind of does.
And the cyberpunk twist gives it just enough personality to edge out its predecessor...
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Magnum wasn't loving having to trade in his Ferrari...


Final Thoughts: Devil vs Digital Demon

The Car (1977) plays it straight and becomes unintentionally funny, which paradoxically makes it creepier.

The Car: Road to Revenge plays it pulpy and knowingly silly, which makes it more entertaining.

One is desert dread. One is neon nihilism.

Neither touches the holy combustion engine of Christine (please can we have cyberpunk sequel to that now??) But both deserve a spot in the late-night “cars behaving badly” marathon.

And honestly?

If your Tesla ever starts idling outside your bedroom window at 3am playing Roxette tunes…

Don’t check the app. RUN!

Darkmatters approves vehicular vengeance in moderation.


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