HBO’S WESTWORLD has great moments, but too often it is more puzzling than pleasing. The Blinds, the third novel from Adam Sternbergh, is, like Westworld, a sci-fi Western thriller, equally wily in its vision, but it crackles with noir-ish delights, thanks to the author’s flinty wit and a cast of indelible miscreants and psychopaths.
The book’s inhabitants live in Caesura (rhymes with tempura), a fenced-in cluster of cement cottages in Texas, cut off from society. The name sounds like a brand of antidepressant, and that’s essentially what the town is: Each Caesuran is either a former violent criminal who ratted or a witness to a crime, but they don’t know which. Their worst deeds, impulses and memories have been wiped from their minds, an experiment in second chances—at least, that’s…