A review by pbanditp
Leech by John C. Foster

4.0

“My name is Archibald Leech and I’m a man of many stories.” So states Leech in this dark and murky book that feels like everlasting night. He is sent by Control as a kind of secret agent into a hell scape of a world where the people seem to have gone mad.
This book feels like a found footage that has missing parts and a nonlinear timeline. As explained in the book- “Hollywood films are shot out of order, their sequence a pure chaos only understood by the director.”
In LEECH, vague images flash past as you try to capture the action and danger that is all around you.