When you pick up an Iain Reid book, you know you’re in for a deeply disturbing, confusing, unsettling ride. He has a way of making you feel like you’ve got your footing and then pulling the rug out from under you so you’re falling and scrabbling but there are no handholds or footholds. 
This book messes with time and memory and aging and paranoia and is both a depressing look at the way society views it’s elders and also an unstable horror novel about sinister people taking advantage of the most vulnerable population. 
Just like “I’m Thinking of Ending Things”, “We Spread” will stick with me for a long time.