Later, the submerged hand grows its own black hole, one that seeps like an infection, and later oozes other material - whatever it’s near, if I understand correctly. Much is made of the fact that Nicholas and Nakota were messing around the Funhole when he trips and down goes his arm. The Cipher, oddly, is a slow-moving book. Nakota is despicable, and he’s more like an apathetic Gen Xer who won’t ditch her because, “I can take a hint, but I can’t live with it.” She gives him affection just often enough to string him along, so the result is two characters you hate. Nicholas lives in squalor, never caring if there’s food or gas in the car he’s got just enough to draw Nakota to him, the one person from whom he seeks love. Koja delivers a horror grunge novel that reads more as an internal psychological thriller than the total terror you might expect of horror published in the 1980s and 1990s. Followers of the Funhole start to occupy the apartment, and though Nicholas wants to avoid the crowds and curl up alone, it seems the Funhole only exists when he’s around. The video that comes up is horrifying, confusing, and completely addicting. Nicholas works at a video store and has to secret out a hand-held camcorder (they used to loan these!) to keep Nakota happy. Then she gets an idea: what if they put a camera down the Funhole? The novel was published in 1991, so getting a camera isn’t as easy as sacrificing your cell phone.
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