I pretty consistently protest that I don't like horror (I don't! I don't like being scared!) which is obviously why I read it and, in fairness, this book isn't the kind of horror that's trying to get you to not look under teh bed. It's the kind of horror to get you to think about entitlement and masculinity, and choices and responsibility and also how ABSOLUTELY GIANT elk are.
In that sense, it's my kind of thing in the way that genre fiction by marginalized authors that uses the structures of the genre to explore interesting ideas seems to always be my thing. Although Graham Jones is very clearly writing a horror story first and letting it evolve out of his anger rather than writing a story about it per se.