Jesus Christ. Not as tight as the first, but still suffused with the same Gothic panic: institutional spaces, rotting, claustrophobia, lies. The director of Southern Reach, which is a clandestine organization tasked with monitoring Area X, interviews the biologist from the previous novel, returned by some unknown mechanism from the unknowable incursion into our reality, just there on the shore. The whole thing reads like a wiggled out spy novel written by Lovecraft, but even more upsetting. Dag, yo.