Bad Influence by Will Carver

From the PR: “Alyssa wants to be seen. Less wants to be someone. She takes two buses to class, posts pictures of her lunch, and pretends it’s all effortless. He hides his privilege beneath thrifted clothes and a sketchbook full of impossible designs. Together, they are inseparable – two outsiders constructing a version of themselves the world might finally applaud.

Then Alyssa stumbles upon the hidden world of phrogging – living unnoticed inside other people’s homes. She and Less slip through Los Angeles’ glossy veneer: influencers, producers, pop stars, all so busy performing their perfect lives they don’t notice the shadows in their attics, the scratching in their walls.

An act of rebellion. A harmless thrill. A social experiment.

Until they choose the wrong house.

Until the influencer they idolise catches them in the act.

Until the cameras, already rolling, capture everything.

What begins as a reckless adventure becomes a nightmare of lies, power … and murder”

Sometimes a book comes along at just the right moment… with Monday’s welcome announcement of a social media ban for Under 16s, the recent ‘Inside the Manosphere’ joining an already strong field of explorations on the ugly side of these platforms, the timing for Will Carver’s Bad Influence couldn’t be better, really.

Despite having had the pleasure of reading several of his novels already, I’m still never sure what to expect from a Will Carver novel – well, there’s a guarantee of meticulous plotting, razor-sharp and biting observations, and more than a smattering of dark humour – and Bad Influence is again full of surprises.

If it wasn’t already clear from the off, Bad Influence is not a love-letter to influencers. It is, instead, a deliciously withering take-down and exploration of the darker side of influencers ( that I still find myself wondering what a fucking bizarre world we live in that that’s even a term goes to show how much this book is on point for me) and the lengths to which people will go to in order to grab their 5 seconds – forget 15 minutes in these days of dwindled attention spans- of fame, regardless of the costs.

“There are pockets of Spain where reality contestants go to die”

In a way, what’s perhaps more disturbing, is that none of the lengths to which either the influencers go – be it Paige or Rosie’s posing of ‘just so’ scenes for posts to Ariel’s special yoghurt ingredient – or the actions of the reality TV producers feel that far-fetched anymore. For those that take delight in watching Influencers In The Wild’s posts, none of this is that unbelievable. But this isn’t a non-fiction book and in setting Bad Influence in LA – where we’re almost programmed to expect the most vacuous and desperate of behaviour lurking around every corner – makes for an ideal way for Carver to lure is in to the actually unexpected, to hide it in plain sight. We’re so busy siding with Less and Alyssa in judging those wannabes so “desperate to live out loud in front of the nation” that we leave ourselves unguarded to the fact that Carver is subtly, expertly, weaving in a delicious twist. Or five.

We should know by now, on the strength of his body of work, that Carver has a masterful way of setting an already disquieting scene and managing to surprise and shock just a little bit more… only for you to discover he’s still winding up for the big throw down. Master of the paradigm shift and absolute King of the shocking climax.

It also introduced me to the concept of Phrogging – sneaking in and secretly living in someone else’s home or property without their knowledge or consent – and meant that I’m now making doubly sure that my doors are locked when I leave and keeping a very sharp ear out for any noises from the attic. Thanks for that, Will.

Bad Influence is an immensely enjoyable read. Meticulously plotted, deeply amusing and addictive, Will Carver has delivered another belter or a novel.

My thanks to Orenda Books for my copy of Bad Influence and to Anne Cater for inviting me to review as part of the blog tour, it’s been way too long.

We fell in love, in the key of C – Five from Wilco

This is far from the first time that Wilco have cropped up here. Back in the early 2000s I’d started to get into this revered band from Chicago – picked up a couple of CDs based on enjoyment of the then-new A Ghost Is Born… but then I stopped listening to them. The reasons are lost in the mists of time. It’s unlikely a case that I wasn’t enjoying it, more likely that I was delving deep into a lot of music at the time and they got list in that mix. There’s also the scientifically proven fact that music hits you differently at different points in your life and if you’re not quite in the right zone it’ll bounce off like a space vehicle with misjudged re-entry angles.

Skip forward some years to the modern-ish day. A time before orange-coloured despots got their second term and decided to add a new line to the definition of ‘cluster-fuck’. Something got me listening again – suddenly the compact discs are replaced by wax circles with special editions of Sky Blue Sky and Summerteeth kicking off a real deep dive and gradual accumulation of their back catalogue as I realise I’ve been sleeping on a huge amount of quality music. It’s also a factor that my son seems to share this with me – initially inspired by the obvious Beatle influence.

Adored by critics and fans alike, Wilco have, to quote AllMusic, ” evolved from a rough-and-tumble alt-country act into a mature and eclectic indie rock ensemble, Wilco have become critical favorites and cult heroes on the back of a stylistically diverse body of songs.” Uncut – a magazine I’ll often flick through – regard them as an institution, and the “most artistically consistent and compelling narratives in music.”

Across a remarkable run of great albums, Wilco have continually delivered the good stuff. Each album moves forward, adapts, changes and finds gold in the process. So how on Earth do I whittle a now 31 year (and still going) career into five cuts?

I’m gonna cheat. I’m going to split this into two parts. Because, thankfully, there’s a clear marker in their career where the current line-up fell into place in 2004 in support of fifth album A Ghost Is Born. So, five from the first five….

Passenger Side

Wilco formed just days after the end of Tweedy’s former band Uncle Tupelo and work on AM began just over a month on from that band’s last concert with the same line-up, minus Jay Farrar. It’s fair to say that AM is the only Wilco album that’s close enough to that band’s sound to be truly labelled as ‘alt-country’. It’s a lot of fun, mind, with songs like ‘I Must Be High’ and ‘Casino Queen’ getting things off to a cracking start and ‘Passenger Side’ is a real stand out though

Misunderstood

For a moment it looked like Tweedy’s Wilco would be the weaker of the bands formed by the Uncle Tupelo split as Farrar’s Son Volt had gotten off to better start. Shortly after the recording of AM, though, Jay Bennett joined Wilco. Bennett would become Tweedy’s creative collaborator through the band’s next few albums and his guitar and – more importantly – keyboard work would expand the band’s sound palette. Being There is a monumental album, and it’s a double, that deliberately blows away any ‘alt-country’ tag and is a massive leap forward.

Shot In The Arm

Another evolution, Summerteeth, may not be as strong as Misunderstood – perhaps because of the substance-addiction and tension-related issues swirling around the band during its recording – but it’s a glorious, off-kilter pop-fused album whose Beatles and Brian Wilson style melodies hide a darker centre in the lyrics across another bloody strong album.

Poor Places

Choosing one song from one album is getting trickier and tricker. The band’s ‘Best Of’ gave Summerteeth and Yankee Hotel Foxtrot six songs apiece and yet… YHF is an album that’s another benchmark in the band’s history. A tumultuous period that would see members including Jay Bennett leave and their record label refuse to release the finished product nonetheless bore one of their most well-known records. Oddly enough, those six slots on Wilco: What’s Your 20? ignore, for me, some of the album’s finest, including ‘Poor Places.’

Spiders (Kidsmoke)

I will always love A Ghost Is Born. I love the fact that, whereas all their previous albums are so concisely put together, even when they go off on tangents, A Ghost Is Born is so deliberately unravelled. With a drastic change in personnel and Tweedy battling drug dependancy and mental health issues (he’d check into rehab just as the tour supporting it was due to start), A Ghost Is Born is the Wilco album that rewards more with repeated listenings.