Mono, written by James Knight, threw me a curve ball. I set aside an afternoon to delve into the book and came up with spirals twirling in my head. It’s an entertaining experience, and best read in one sitting. What it reminds me of, is a short story equivalent of the Aeon Flux cartoons from the ’90’s. Mono puts you into the scene of something happening without explanation of what transpired leading up to the text, and then darts off as if that is the only part of the dream you were meant to witness.
Not a long book just when considering the page count, the formatting also lends reason to reserve some time on a comfortable chair with a drink or two. Mono is written in such a way that you will feel interwoven within the threads of it all, but soon realize that the threads are sparsely holding everything together. Like the odd cartoon I referenced, Mono contains reoccurring characters that seem to be part of something continuous, yet are also within separate musings.
Poetic, some pages seem to tell something deeper, which led to a second read. Other pages seem scant, and caused me to want to scratch at the white and look for more to read about the particular thought. Maybe that’s all there is to say? What I would’ve wanted from it is more out of it, but then not every song needs to be the radio-friendly industry length and not every painting needs color creeping over the edges of the canvas. The characters could make appearances in other forms of text and I would read their ventures.
The words and pictures alone would not make what Mono is, so both need to be addressed as a whole. Throughout the eBook are monochromatic images, that bring another layer to the eerie atmosphere. What are seen in the review are a sample. What are seen throughout the book cause wonder for their inclusion. The images incite the desire to go further. The images intrigue.
Stepping away, Mono felt as if I saw what is hidden in the static between radio stations. I am reviewing Mono for what it is, and what I’ve found it to be is a wonderfully weird read. I would’ve liked more substance, so those looking for something more akin to a tome should consider this accordingly. Get a copy if your tablet is lacking a glance into the bizarre. Imbibe the black and white.