by Mason Jame
You know how there are times in your life when you stumble upon something that is so great that you just want to savor it and hold it close and not share it? That is how I feel about Buster Voodoo. It is a book I can sit down and reread and still become enthralled in the story.
When I opened Buster Voodoo up I was immediately sucked into Dixon’s story. The story jumps back and forth between Dixon’s memories of his boyhood and the place he is currently at in life. Dixon, and his family, dealt with some horrible things during his boyhood, children went missing in his neighborhood and some people where blaming it on Buster Voodoo.
Who is Buster Voodoo, you might ask? He was a massive Creole who murdered his wife and eight boys when he discovered that none of the boys were his blood. His wife cursed him before she died, stealing his face. Now there was a black hole where his face used to be and it was said he could steal whatever face he chose and that he had the ability to wear it like a mask. It is also said that he was driven out of town but there were some that thought he had never left, that he remained “in the shadows between houses and under beds and within the closets.”
(Paraphrased from Buster Voodoo, Mason James Cole, 2014, p. 21)
Jump from boy to the older Dixon, a man who is getting on in years, a man who finds himself working a dead-end job at a theme park. A theme park where history appears to be repeating Dixon’s childhood horrors, children are once again going missing, this time on one of the rides. It is as if they never even existed. Dixon delves into the mystery and discovers something horrifying, which causes him to question his sanity.
…He could think of nothing but the dark ride and of the kids who had vanished into it, and of the large old man in the white suit—the way he clutched his top hat to his chest, the look on his face when Dixon asked him why he’d taken the children.
No one wanted them. No one at all, but I did.
(Buster Voodoo, Mason James Cole, 2014, p.102)
The story segues to Hurricane Katrina and the devastation she wrought while still focusing on Dixon and his experience riding out the hurricane. After Hurricane Katrina the story reaches a point of culmination. It was definitely my kind of ending, which left me wondering many things. There are also some wonderfully poignant moments over the course of this narrative, some of which centered on Dixon and his interactions with his sister; others focused on Dixon contemplating who he was deep down and what he believed and the dismal place life had brought him to; this, I believe, is the heart of the story.