Q: What happens when the fog of war gets inside one's head? A: The military novel gone gothic.
2010. Loyette, a corporal newly assigned to a forward base in Afghanistan, has been tasked with leading a small group in offloading cargo from helicopters. After his brother was killed in action, Loyette—in what he now sees as a gung-ho blunder—left college to join up, and he's mostly marking time until he can go home. The work is lonely, intermittent, often dreary; he and his squad are safe within the walls of the compound but bored and anxious and hypervigilant. Just outside the camp's gates sits the empty husk of a Soviet-era barracks in which, they’re told, a massacre of the occupiers occurred, and—an idle mind being the gothic novelist’s workshop—they decide to make a brief tour; perhaps they can snag a souvenir. While there, Loyette and his men grow disoriented, lose track of time, and a staircase to a basement seems to disappear. Once they emerge, they ignore or explain away the oddity and get back to their stultifying routine, but strange things start happening—inexplicably altered drawings, a notebook disappearing and reappearing (Loyette has been in trouble for acts of too-candid journalism, which is part of how he's ended up here), porcupine quills showing up in odd places, sleepwalking—and then, it seems, the shadows and strangenesses extend beyond them, start to affect everyone on the base. When one of Loyette’s men goes missing, there's only one place he could possibly be. Loyette and another member of the squad feel they have no choice but to attempt a rescue mission...straight down the rabbit hole that is the militia house. At this point, Milas nimbly and delicately balances the book between genres: It would be a relief for Loyette, and for the reader, if we could classify it—label it, defang it—as horror rather than having, agonizingly, to view it as a realistic portrait of a war-damaged mind collapsing in on itself. The novel turns, as the gothic often does, on what happens when one can no longer distinguish inside from out, mind from world, fear from menace.
A mostly sharp, disturbing debut.