It's alive!

Well, almost.

This blog was a little project I maintained from the beginning of 2009 to the end of 2011. I made a few friends through it, got more than a few free books, then took it all down after real life intruded to a degree that made it all feel too difficult. (Despite informing some author publicity agents of this - more than once - some of them kept blindly sending books. I wonder if their clients realise how hopeless they are? One of them even started sending medical thrillers - Googling for "doctor blogs" appeared to be the limit of their publicity skills.)

A while ago I found my old The Doctor Is In archive, and thought I might as well have it sitting there in "zombie mode". Gradually I'll be restoring my old posts. Even the cringe-worthy ones, of which there are many. I may even get back into the swing of things and post some news.

Alas, my old address (dochorror.blogspot.com) has been taken over by a squatter, and they've populated their blog with content stolen from various other blogs. Seriously, even their "Welcome!" blurb is stolen from Horror Movie A Day. Fucking leeches.

Monday, 20 December 2010

The Doctor Is Out...

Well, the end of the year is fast approaching, so it's about time I listed my "top whatever". It's also about time I decided what I'm going to do with this blog, because, let's face it, things have been a bit dead lately.

Partly this was due to family and work-related stuff - this blog is a much lower priority than either of those - but I have had some spare time recently and still haven't been updating. I just don't really feel it any more. Even my reading in the genre has taken a plummet. And as for the "scene", good grief, it's probably best I don't say what I really think. Maybe late one night (probably while drunk) I'll serve up some shit, but not right now.

So, my top five in 2010:
  • The Reapers Are The Angels by Alden Bell - yet another zombie novel, but it's a good one. It just goes to show that if the execution is good enough, then even a tired overdone subject is worth reading about.
  • And this goes doubly for This Dark Earth by John Hornor. Another zombie novel, but this one is yet to be published. Goddamn it, it deserves to be.
  • Southern Gods by, yep, John Hornor again. A goddamn excellent "Southern gothic mythos novel" coming to a book shop near you, courtesy of Nightshade Books.
  • Dweller by Jeff Strand. Comedic and horrific, entertainingly light yet bittersweet deep, this was a surprise winner for me.
  • Neverland by Douglas Clegg. A handsomely produced re-release of a superb novel. A modern horror classic.
I've read some other good horror books this year, but there have been many more mediocre ones, and, tellingly, I've read far more good books in other genres. And of the above "top five" horror novels, two haven't been published yet, one is a reprint of a novel I read years ago, one is (good) horror-lite, and the other seems to be distancing itself from the genre it takes from.

I'm reading some genre material right now, and damn it's a struggle. I don't think I'll finish it.

It's time to go. Time to read stuff for the enjoyment of it, rather than because someone else wants me to, or because I feel the need to be "up to date".

I've been very careful in accepting stuff for review. I've never had a large number of freebies, and I can count the number I haven't reviewed on one hand, but what I have accepted I've been very appreciative of. So thanks to those people who sent books my way. I won't be accepting anything else, but there are a few gift volumes that will always have pride of place on my bookshelf.

And thanks to the few people that have kept tabs on my blog. It's been very sporadic, and I apologise for that.

Adios!

Wednesday, 1 December 2010

R.I.P. John Steakley

I just heard that John Steakley, author of Vampire$ (later filmed by John Carpenter) and Armor, passed away a few days ago. He was 59.

More coverage here, and an obit here.

I have a soft spot for Vampire$; a fun book. I wish he'd written more.



Monday, 29 November 2010

The Reapers are the Angels by Alden Bell

Zombies. Zombies everywhere.
No, that's not just a scene from this book; it's also an observation about the current horror scene. Especially the small press - zombie books are everywhere. There are even presses/imprints dedicated to only zombies. When you start to see anthologies like this one or a wave of shitty zombie "mash-ups" like this one, you know things have gone too far.

So, not the ideal environment to unleash Yet Another Zombie Novel, unless you are perfectly happy with being labelled Yet Another Cashing In Zombie Author, or, of course, unless you have something truly special on your hands. Perhaps you have a sterling new idea - though that is pretty unlikely in the barrel scraping exercise that is the modern zombie genre. So you better just hope that you can rise above the zombie horde due to superior execution. Literary merit. That sort of thing.

Alden Bell's The Reapers are the Angels (Henry Holt, 2010) aims to be doing just that. It has already been hyped as a literary zombie novel, has a major publisher, and the back cover is conspicuously absent of blurbs from any real horror authors (wouldn't want to be associated with that lot, oh no). Blurbage that name-drops Flannery O'Conner, William Faulkner, Cormac McCarthy - whew, that's a lot to live up to. Is the hype warranted?

From the blurb:
For twenty-five years, civilization has survived in meager enclaves, guarded against a plague of the dead. Temple wanders this blighted landscape, keeping to herself and keeping her demons inside her heart. She can't remember a time before the zombies, but she does remember an old man who took her in and the younger brother she cared for until the tragedy that set her on a personal journey toward redemption. Moving back and forth between the insulated remnants of society and the brutal frontier beyond, Temple must decide where ultimately to make a home and find the salvation she seeks.

The first thing you'll notice about the writing is the lack of speech marks in the dialogue; much like you'll encounter in, say, Cormac McCarthy's The Road. For the most part this works; the context is enough to work out whether something is being spoken or not. The similarities with McCarthy don't entirely end there, either. This book is severely downbeat at times, but ultimately rescues itself from the deep dark misery-pit of McCarthy with the occasional glimpse of hope and redemption.

The writing style is effective: expressive, occasionally lurid. The opening passages are a sign of things to come:
God is a slick god. Temple knows. She knows because of all the crackerjack miracles still to be seen on this ruined globe.
When it works, it really works, but there were a couple of times where a complicated, run-on sentence left me thinking, huh?, even on re-reading.

My initial impression of the story was that it was essentially a post-apocalyptic picaresque. And things could have continued that way for the length of the book; pointless or not, it was well executed enough to guarantee an enjoyable - though meandering, leisurely - read. However, things soon gel. The protagonist finds a purpose, a chance to redeem herself in the form of a rescued innocent that needs to be returned home. And she also gains a nemesis, a product of her past demons. This adds some much needed tension: will she fulfil her quest before her nemesis catches up with her?

So how is the gut-crunching "zombie action"? Thankfully, while present, it is not the raison d’ĂȘtre of this book. I won't go as far as some of the reviews I've seen, which claim that the zombies are merely background. There are a few key parts of this book where the living dead are primary to the plot, that there would have to be some serious contrivances for it to work well otherwise. And just when you think there are "just zombies", Bell throws something else into the mix. I won't completely spoil the surprise, but it does involve country hicks and... experiments.

Overall, despite my initial cynicism, I have to admit that I really enjoyed this book. For a relatively short book (225 pages) it certainly feels deep, and it is the right length. Despite a couple of overcooked passages, literary bloat is at a minimum. Excellent stuff.

If there is one book you want to rescue from the zombie glut, this may be it.

Friday, 12 November 2010

Some congratulations are in order

I thought I'd break my post drought with some congratulations to two authors who have recently landed book deals. I was going to say how "lucky" they were, but "luck" is probably a minor ingredient in the factors that have lead to their respective deals. It's more to do with hard work and recognition of talent.

First up is John Hornor Jacobs, who is having his first book published by Night Shade Books. I said some nice things about John's work here, and it's nice to see that his patience and determination not to sell himself short has lead to something good. Well, better than good. Keep an eye on his blog for any further developments. And keep an eye out in your bookstores for Southern Gods, a goddamn excellent "Southern gothic mythos novel".

Next up is Adam G Nevill, established master of the creepy and kinda-almost one of my ex-pat countrymen (well, he spent some of his formative years down here in NZ). He has just signed a deal with Pan Macmillan (UK) for another two books, following his extraordinary success with Apartment 16 and the highly anticipated The Ritual (due 2011). I reviewed his first horror novel, Banquet of the Damned, here, and it was a good 'un.

Well done chaps!

Monday, 25 October 2010

Ronald Kelly news - new ebook collection and special deal

Ronald Kelly reports that Crossroad Press has just released his latest short story collection, Dark Dixie II: Tales of Southern Horror. This is, of course, a companion volume to Dark Dixie I (available here), and is reportedly "much darker in nature, wandering into shadowy places where the first book never ventured". Read more about it here, and buy the collection here.



I enjoyed the last three digital collections from Ron (reviews here, here, and here) and anticipate that this one will also be a worthy purchase. Hell, at $3.99 you can't go wrong.

But wait - there's more! Crossroad Press are currently running a special deal where you can buy Dark Dixie II and Hell Hollow, his most recent novel, together for $6.99. Check that deal out here.

Monday, 18 October 2010

Horror News - the "too busy to post reviews" edition

Here are a few things that should be on your horror radar:

David Niall Wilson's ebook venture, Crossroad Press, have been offering bulk ebook packages at special prices for the last couple of weeks. On offer is a 6 pack (at $12) and 12 pack (at $22) deal, where you get a year from purchase to select your quota. The selection so far is quite impressive, including the likes of Ronald Kelly, Elizabeth Massie, T M Wright and Chet Williamson (to name just a few), with more authors being added on a regular basis. The original word was that the special package deals are running until the end of the month, so if ebooks are your thang you might want to get onto it smartly!

Elizabeth Massie has a new short story available at The Horror Drive-In. There's also an interview where she reveals that Crossroad Press will be releasing an ebook of Wire Mesh Mothers (originally published in 2001) and a "never-before-published mainstream novel", Homegrown. ( Sineater is already available. )

Bryan Smith reports that he has a novella out from Deadite Press at the end of the month. Titled "Rock and Roll Reform School Zombies". According to Bryan it "is sort of a dual homage to Return of the Living Dead and Decline of Western Civilization II: The Metal Years." I really liked last year's Depraved and anticipate that this one will be killer. Check out the cool cover:



This year's The Killing Kind is still sitting on my to-read pile (did I mention I've been busy?), but I'll be reading it soon, honest.

 Scott Nicholson's insanely huge blog tour has officially hit its half-way point. Visit his blog and click any of the blogs in the "blog tour list" to see what he's been talking about. Hell, read them all; somehow he finds something worthy to write in each visit. I don't know where he gets the energy.

And while we're talking about Scott Nicholson, check out this new interview with him over at Horror World. Oh, and also this one with F Paul Wilson, while you're there.

Saturday, 9 October 2010

An open letter to Cthulhu

Dear Cthulhu,

Normally I wouldn't communicate with your almighty corpusculence in such a mundane manner, but I fear the gist of my wants is often lost in the ropey intestines and splattered brain matter of our usual mode. Therefore, yes, a letter. If it makes you feel better, I'll make things a little more diabolic by signing it off in my own blood. Or maybe a virgin's, but they're in high demand these days and it might be best not to draw attention to my... operation.

Anyway, on with my dilemma...

There just doesn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to what gets published these days. Sure, some of it makes sense - Norman Partridge has a well-deserved mass-market release of his rather excellent Dark Harvest (more about that some other time, unholy one). But for every Partridge there's a veritable pile of deserving authors unrewarded. How about a little bit of help, oh cephalopodic one? Being imprisoned in that dreary R'lyeh must surely be a bit of a drag, and one would think that you'd jump (err... squirt?) at the opportunity to flex your diabolical influence a little.

It's not like your rival arch-fiends aren't getting in on the action, right? You can't tell me that the almighty tsunami of suck that is the vampire romance genre isn't being pushed by some vapid extra-planar influence. I suspect that Bast bint. She's never been the same since that gothic phase, and is no doubt still a bit pissed that she only got passing reference in your mythos. This insidious dilution of our genre may very well be her revenge.

Who does one have to fellate/sacrifice in order to get somewhere in the horror world today?

Why is Greg Gifune not published by a major publisher? Why can't I buy a mass market version of any of Mark Samuel's collections? Why isn't Ramsey Campbell riding in a Rolls and eating caviar off the bellies of nubiles? Why won't T E D Klein answer my most insistent prayers by writing some more novellas, or perhaps even a novel?

And then there's those deserving novelists who aren't even published yet...

As an example, take the wonderful John Hornor Jacobs (aka John Hornor). I had the privilege of reading two of John's unpublished efforts, and they are easily two of the better novels I've read in the last couple of years.

Southern Gods is set in the1950s, infused with southern music of the period, and heavy with Lovecraft/Chambers influences. He even gives "big ups" (as the young are wont to say these days) to your brother-in-evil, Hastur. Characterisation is excellent, and the doom builds in a highly satisfactory manner to an excellent climax. I even found myself (gasp!) getting attached to several characters, the capacity for which I thought your infernal tutelage had burnt out of me an age ago.

But don't just take this humble servant's word for it, oh mighty necro neocoleoidean, read the unholy blurbage of his fellow acolytes of evil. I don't know if you get the internet in your aquatic demesne, but you could do worse than read any related posts on Mr Hornor's blog.

More recently he completed This Dark Earth, his zombie apocalypse masterpiece. Of course, it's not just about the living dead. It's ripe with themes about family, relationships, sacrifice; all those deep things that humans find of import in their brief, flittering existences. And check out this wonderful interactive map, and this excellent teaser clip. Surely these sinister efforts deserve your support, oh most kingly of octopoda.

So, how about it, oh squamous one? How about some infernal influence in the world of words as a reward to this faithful servant?

Yours faithfully,
The Doctor

PS. Sacrifice at the normal time and place? I'll try not to get that Dagon chappie involved this time; his servants really do make an unnecessary mess of the carpet. For some reason his piscian get insist on using the front door when there is a perfectly good secret tunnel directly from the sea. I blame their continued dabbling in the doings of humankind; it is obviously having a negative impact on their behaviour. Next they'll be eating Burger King and watching reality TV.

Saturday, 2 October 2010

Ronald Kelly's Hell Hollow - now an affordable ebook

I've been looking forward to getting hold of Ronald Kelly's Hell Hollow without breaking the bank, what with the pricyness of limited edition hardbacks and my remote location. Well, now there's a way!

According to Ron's blog, Crossroads Press has just released Hell Hollow as an ebook. For US $4.99 you can get it in one of several formats (epub/mobi/pdf/prc) and read it on whatever technologic doodad is your preference.
Buy it here.




While you're at it, visit Ron's website to enter the "3rd Annual Ronald Kelly.com Horribly Hairy Halloween Contest" (say that five times fast). You can be in to win the upcoming Undertaker's Moon and a bunch of other werewolf-related stuff. Alas, it's only open to residents of the US and Canada. I really needs to gets me a proxy buyer or sumtink.

Saturday, 25 September 2010

The Innswich Horror by Edward Lee

Originally released as a limited edition by Cemetary Dance for those who joined the their 2008 Book Club, Edward Lee's The Innswich Horror has been a frustratingly rare item for your average Lee reader. Thankfully Deadite Press (an imprint of Eraserhead Press) have seen fit to publish The Innswich Horror (2010, Deadite Press) as an affordable trade paperback.

On the face of it Lee seems like an author who is unlikely to write something truly Lovecraftian. His typical method of laying on sex and gore with a trowel seems at odds with Lovecraft's method of layering on fear in the form of a slowly encroaching doom. Would this effort prove to be yet another modern attempt at Lovecraftian fiction where the Cthulhu Mythos is merely a background detail? Or perhaps a convenient provider of antagonists, but not a provider of form?

In 1939, Foster Morley, a fan of Lovecraft, decides to take a bus tour that takes in the locations that inspired his idol's work. During the Massachusetts leg he discovers a small town called Olmstead, and this piques his interest: Olmstead is the last name of Lovecraft's protagonist in The Shadow Over Innsmouth.

Electing to stay there (mainly to satisfy his curiosity) he quickly discovers other parallels with the great man's work. Historically significant persons where changing one or two letters gives you the name of a character in Innsmouth. Ship vessels with similarly familiar names. A part of the town called "Innswich Point". It seems increasingly likely that the town of Olmstead was the inspiration for one of Lovecraft's most loved stories.

During his stay he discovers other oddities. Why are there so many pregnant women? Why are the local fishing spots, which the locals are very protective of, so incredibly abundant? Whatever happened to that nice man who was also visiting and staying at the same hotel? Foster's curiosity gets the better of him and he begins to unravel Olmstead's secret: perhaps Lovecraft's story wasn't just the product of imagination. What follows is a well-devised reinterpretation of the material in Innsmouth, with a smattering of other Lovecraftian influences (spoilerish: perhaps even some Herbert West material), blended with Lee's customary sick/sexual overtones.

Edward Lee is well known for upping the ante as far as sexual or gross-out content goes, but he does show some restraint here. Oh sure enough, there is a reasonable amount of sexual deviancy to be found, but less than what is present in his more recent mass market releases. This is a good thing, as Lee's control allows him to build the atmosphere gradually, in a reasonably Lovecraftian fashion. But rest assured if you like a little action in your Lee: though initially slow and measured in pace, this book's last third will get your adrenaline pumping.

So, yes, it's a good story, but does the package live up to it?
The cover is excellent, but I was a little disappointed that it had nothing at all to do with the story - except, that is, for being a vaguely Cthulhu Mythos-esque illustration for a Cthulhu Mythos-related novel. This is not a major annoyance, after all, it is a great cover (though the creature does look a little stoned don't you think?).

One thing that did annoy me a little though was the (at least) half a dozen basic typos. There's even one at the end of the very first paragraph. These are not present in the Cemetery Dance edition (as my spies have corroborated for me). Still, given easy access to an affordable version of this work, it's probably a small price to pay. And I'm probably just a fussy bastard.

Overall I found this an excellent read. Some of Lee's mass market releases, while entertaining, have annoyed me with some sloppy execution. No such problems here. This is a surprisingly controlled outing from Edward Lee; a must for all his fans and an easy recommendation to fans of Lovecraftian fiction.

4 out of 5 scalpels

Friday, 24 September 2010

Seventh Black Book of Horror update

The website of Mortbury Press has been updated with a Seventh Black Book of Horror page.
Go there to order.
Or wait for a review.
Or go there and order in anticipation of a good review.

Your pick.

Tuesday, 21 September 2010

Horror News... zombies, clickers, and black books

Some things that should be on your horror radar:

Apparently TOR just had their zombie week, which included original and reprint zombie fiction and comics, a contest, blog articles, etc etc. Go here to view handy links to the various parts of the event. I rather liked the zombie art article.


Mortbury Press launched their seventh Black Book of Horror a couple of days ago at Fantasycon. Though there's no announcement on their website, there are a couple of places (e.g. here) where you can view the table of contents. It promises to be an excellent line up, and based on my previous experiences (review here) I intend to get hold of it somehow. Here's the excellent cover:




Brian Keene has announced that, a week after the release of the trade paperback version of Clickers III, Clickers I and II have been re-released in multiple digital formats.Go there to read more and get "buy" links. Alternatively, if you wait a bit longer there will be trade versions of the first two available, "soon".



Friday, 17 September 2010

Gleefully Macabre by Jeff Strand

Dark Regions Press has been gathering an excellent line-up of authors. One of their more recent scalps is Jeff Strand. He's the author of all manner of wickedly funny horror/thriller novels: the recently released Wolf Hunt, Dweller (both released by Dark Regions), Benjamin's Parasite, Pressure, and many others. His interviews are always funny, and I dare you to read his website and not chuckle on occasion; especially his bio.

It turns out that he is also a dab hand at the shorter form. Gleefully Macabre Tales (Dark Regions Press, 2009, 278 pages) is a collection of his short stories, with original publishing dates ranging from 1998 to 2007. As Strand mentions in his humorous introduction, it's a "most of" collection, with the only works missing being those that are really really bad, too recent, or that "didn't fit" for whatever reason - possibly they were neither gleeful or macabre.

Originally released by Delirium as a 300-copy limited, this trade edition from Dark Regions is not only a damn sight more affordable, it also adds the novella "Disposal", previously only available as a limited from Biting Dog Press. This is the longest story by a long shot, with most of the others being under 12 pages, and there are several stories that qualify as "flash fiction". "An Admittedly Rather Pointless But Mercilessly Brief Story With Aliens In It" is barely a page long, the splattery "Quite a Mess" half that; but "Common Sense" is only two sentences long. Naturally, this makes it hard to talk about some of the stories in detail without ruining them, especially those that lead up to what is essentially a punchline.

Of the shorter works a standout for me was "Really, Really Ferocious". It's about a harmless looking dog who surely can't be a threat, right? Wrong, but not in the way you think. "High Stakes" is a nasty little comment on the extreme consequences of not being able to quit while you're ahead. "Cap'n Hank's Five Alarm Nuclear Larva Wings" has a truly shocking ending, and a reminder to be pleasant to those who serve us at eateries.

Of the longer pieces, a stand-out for me was "Werewolf Porno". It, as the title implies, features a werewolf on the set of a porn film. Sex, blood, chaos, hilarity (not necessarily in that order) ensue. Another longer stand-out was "Abby's Shriek". It's about a couple of kids and their abusive father, who may or may not be a sexual deviant and killer. It has an excellent twist.

A section titled "Gross Out!" contains his 2006 and 2007 entries in the World Horror Convention gross-out contest. And, yes, they are very gross, but apparently nowhere near as gross as the winners. Just as gross as these (at least to me) is "The Socket", which is about a man and his eye socket, and the gross things he can do with it. Ech.

And just when you think that Strand is only capable of humour, along comes "Glimpses" to kick you in the nuts. Displaying a similar style of "life glimpses" as used in Dweller, it's a story about Dennis and Patricia; how they grow up together, get married and so on... and then an accident occurs that changes everything. It turns out that one of them is hiding a sick compulsion. A truly excellent story.

Of course, not all are excellent.  In fact there is one down-right stinker: "The Bad Man In The Blue House". It's written in an odd style, and I'm not certain how to describe it other than to say that it doesn't really work for me at all. "One Of Them" is a demonstration on how to suck the fun out of something, and as a consequence, is not a fun read. In Jeff's defense, he does point out some of these flaws in his notes (which, by the way, are a very entertaining read themselves), but as the word count wouldn't have suffered very much, I feel the collection would have been stronger without them.

Luckily, the aforementioned "Disposal" makes up for these in spades. Frank is a self-confessed scumbag who gets employed by Gretchen to kill her husband and dispose of the body. The only thing is, her husband won't die, no matter what violence is inflicted on his body. Dealings with the occult, dastardly deeds, double crossings, it's all there. In short, it's good.

Overall, it's a very good collection, with a title that is as apt as apt can be. I was expecting it to be very funny- and it was - but I had no idea that it would be so impressively gross at times. It's one of those books that you can pull off the shelf on occasion, open at a random story and have a little chuckle. Or a little grimace. Or both at the same time.
Or, if your friends are open minded, show a story to them at a social gathering. It's something I've been doing, and the smiles have outnumbered the frowns, though there are those occasions when they're not certain which expression to use.

It's funny, and dark. Its gleeful and macabre. It's very good.

4 out of 5 scalpels

Wednesday, 15 September 2010

Clark Ashton Smith: master of the eldritch

I found out about Clark Ashton Smith mainly through his association with H P Lovecraft and the Cthulhu mythos. I've always liked Smith's stories as much as Lovecraft's, and in many ways they are superior. There's something more lyrical, evocative, poetic about his writing.

It's no surprise, then, that Smith rose to popularity at a fairly young age through his poetry, circa 1920. Unfortunately this fame only lasted a few years - Romantic poetry plummeted in popularity a little later - and Smith may have fallen into complete anonymity if not for Lovecraft convincing him to write fiction.

Smith often used the Cthulhu mythos in his stories, but it wasn't entirely a one-way street, with Lovecraft borrowing Tsathoggua for his elder gods pantheon. According to the Penguin Encyclopedia of Horror "Lovecraft actually held Smith in something like awe, considering him the greatest writer of their weird circle".




The man himself, older and younger

If you want to find out more about Clark Ashton Smith then there is no better place to go than a website called The Eldritch Dark - The Sanctum of Clark Ashton Smith.

There you will find the majority of his fiction (I noticed only a handful missing) and poetry, as well as non-fiction. There's even a heap of his correspondence with the likes of H P Lovecraft and August Derleth, amongst others. It's an eldritch feast.

The Cimmerian has an article about collecting physical copies of Smith's work, but only makes passing comment about the versions that I have a soft spot for: the cheap, affordable, Panther versions. There are around nine of these volumes, all printed in the 70s. Here are some groovy cover scans:












Alas, I misplaced The Abominations of Yondo many years ago. This makes me sad. I'll endeavour to replace it sometime, but in the meantime the above is a cover scan courtesy of The Vault of Evil.

Friday, 10 September 2010

Fine Slices*: The "Sexually Frustrated Male" Edition

The sexually frustrated male is a staple in horror fiction. Frustration leads to unwise acts, unwise acts to fear or violence, and a bit of titillation along the way doesn't hurt readership, I guess.
Here's a couple of examples; one by a relative newcomer on the scene, Christopher Ransom, and one by a veteran of sex-saturated horror, Edward Lee.

The Birthing House by Christopher Ransom
(Sphere, 2008, 407 pages)

 I really love a good haunted house story, and on the face of it this book had a lot of potential. An old birthing house is almost guaranteed to have a tragic history: dead babies, dead (or at least emotionally damaged) mothers, the echoes of childbirth gone wrong, and the associated creepy hauntings.

And there are hauntings: mainly jerkily animated figures with long dark hair, seemingly lifted from certain popular horror movies. So far, so derivative, except that he gets to have sex with them. Yes, you read that right. Still, there are some effectively creepy moments, and one particularly scary bit around half way (Chapter 20). But mostly there is massive frustration and annoyance, especially for the reader.

I found it hard to empathise with Conrad, the sexually frustated male main character. He's meant to be trying to make amends with his wife, but ends up boffing the vulnerable pregnant girl next door. He has a bizarre obsession with some sexual experiences in his past, and when related, these are more embarassingly cringe-worthy than erotic.

His credulity is all over the place. One moment he's jumping straight to the conclusion that oh my god oh my god it's the house, the house that's doing it, it wants more... thus robbing the story of a well paced build-up; the next he's doubting what he's experienced.
The plot and pacing is a goddamn mess.

It's not very often that I take notice of ratings on Amazon, they seemed to be "gamed" so often, but in this case they're deserved. It currently stands at two stars, and that seems about right. It's a pity, because there's some potential here.

2.5 out of 5 scalpels



The Black Train by Edward Lee
(Leisure Books, 2009, 340 pages)

As mentioned above, Lee is no stranger to sexual elements, and this book has it in spades. It's amazing to think that Gast, the book that this is a mass-market version of, actually has more pornographic and gross-out content.

Lee's sexually frustrated male protagonist, Justin Collier, is a much more convincing character than the main protagonist of The Birthing House, despite this book's lack of literary pretensions. The star of his own Food Network show, he's a minor celebrity that starts off a little unlikeable, but by book's end I found I had warmed to him.

Interspersed with his ghostly erotic experiences in the town of Gast are sections about Harwood Gast, a Civil War railway mogul and the town's namesake. These are the parts where the book really shines (if that's the right word). Harwood Gast is a truly evil man, and the details of his exploits make for compelling, if disgusting, reading. They could easily have been extracted and expanded upon in their own novel-length tale.

If there is one major flaw in this book (other than one piece of very clumsy foreshadowing near the end) it is that the climax is very much a fizzer. There's some really good build-up, the scene is set up for an almighty sex-infused bloodbath, and... nothing much happens. Still, the journey was a disturbing, compellingly freaky one up to that point.

Definitely worth reading if you don't mind indulging in something a little more low brow every once in a while.

3.5 out of 5 scalpels

(*this mini-review title brought to you by "Jando")

Tuesday, 7 September 2010

Win William Meikle's "Crustaceans"

No, not here... over there.

Scott Nicholson is hosting an article by William Meikle over at his blog. He's also hosting a competition:

William is also giving away a free PDF of Crustaceans to the best horror joke posted in the comments. His choice, winner picked in seven days.

So, think of something funny, go here and post it, and you never know, you might be in Crab-horror-heaven in a week's time.

Here's a blurb and cover picture to wet your appetite:

It begins with a dead whale on a Boston shoreline...not an unusual occurrence. But the things that claw their way out of the blubber are unusual. A cast of giant crabs, evolved over centuries, make their way to the city using the sewer system. Soon they are swarming around Manhattan, hunted by a SWAT team tasked with ridding the city of the menace... before the menace rids itself of the city.


Friday, 3 September 2010

Horror news... Gonzalez, Meikle and Masterton

A few things that should be on your horror radar:

Horror author J F Gonzalez (Clickers, Shaperhifter, The Beloved, etc etc), gives his view on the Dorchester debacle, as well as a bit of history about the Leisure imprint. It's a good read. Read it here.

David T Wilbanks (co-author of the Dead Earth series) has re-published the interview he had with Graham Masterton back in 2009. I've been reading Masterton for more than 25 years and own around 40 of his novels, and despite some misgivings about his occasional lack of restraint I consider myself a fan. Consequently, I find anything on him of interest. Read it here.

And while you're there, read the interview he has up with pulp maestro William Meikle. It's the first part of two, of which the second is here. You might want to bookmark David's blog, y'know?

Speaking of William Meikle, apparently his science fiction novel, The Invasion, is going gangbusters on the Kindle charts. Now I don't own a Kindle, and why people would want to lock themselves into something so proprietary is beyond me, but you can get the book in many other formats from Smashwords, here.




Free e-zine Dead Lines - Tales of Terror and Suspense is reportedly coming back after a seven month hiatus (source). Previous line-ups have been very good: John Everson, Jeff Strand, Gord Rollo, Wrath James White... and many others. The coming October issue promises to feature John Everson again, but what ties it into this passel of news items is that it will feature... Graham Masterton! Yes!

Thursday, 2 September 2010

Wordsworth Editions are a gold mine of Mystery and the Supernatural

God bless Wordsworth is how I wanted to start this; but perhaps it should be blessed by something else, given the nature of the stories that I extracted from their catalogue in my youth.

Throughout my interest in the horror genre, I've tried to cultivate an appreciation of where the genre came from. Admittedly, when I was very young, I would struggle with what seemed to be archaic writing styles, but I persisted. Frequently this persistence lead me to seek out something from the Wordsworth catalogue.

One of my prized possessions in my late teens was a beautiful Wordsworth hardback - Collected Ghost Stories by M R James, a Christmas present from some family friends.  If I look at my bookshelves there are plenty of other Wordsworth editions of significance in the literature of the macabre: Bram Stoker's Dracula, Shelley's Frankenstein, Henry James' Turn of the Screw (collected with The Aspern Papers), The Picture of Dorian Gray, Le Fanu's In A Glass Darkly, The Collected Tales of Edgar Allen Poe and so on. All from good old Wordsworth.

They've been steadily pumping out affordable volumes all these years, but despite my appreciation I have to admit that I haven't bought a Wordsworth for quite a long time. I had my quota of classics long ago; I don't need any more.

How wrong I am.


What has brought them back to my attention is the recent release of The Dead of Night - The Ghost Stories of Oliver Onions. Though I have many stories by Oliver Onions, due to an excess of ghost story anthologies, it's nowhere near a complete collection, and along with the likes of E F Benson (for example), Oliver Onions was a favourite. So at a measly three pounds sterling (or thereabouts), I ordered it.

It arrived a couple of weeks ago and what a volume it is - 657 pages! For three measly quid!
It features well-known tales such as "The Beckoning Fair One" (cited favourably by Lovecraft and Algernon Blackwood), but it also features stories I am less familiar with. I know I'm going to treasure the process of catching up.

This got me looking at the rest of the catalogue, notably the "Tales of Mystery and the Supernatural" section, and what a gold mine it has become. Have a gander here.

Since the Oliver Onions book arrived I've ordered (and received) a couple more:

The Beast with Five Fingers by W F Harvey (418 pages)

I've only read a few stories from Harvey, but they've stuck in my mind.  "The Beast with Five Fingers" is a story featuring a disembodied hand. At one point it slides down a stair rail, which makes me wonder about the inspiration for Thing in the Addam's family. (Nah, probably not). Many (most? - I've got the best part of a bookful to catch up on yet) of his stories display a wicked sense of humour.







The Temple of Death - The Ghost Stories of A. C. & R. H. Benson (226 pages)

Ah, the Benson brothers: Arthur Christopher Benson (b 1862), Edward Frederic Benson (b 1867), and Robert Hugh Benson (b1871). What a morbid lot.
I'm a fan of the middle brother. The Panther edition of E F Benson's The Horror Horn was one of  my favourite books when I was very young (more on that some other time). I've heard that the stories of the older and younger of the three Benson brothers are often didactic in nature, but that they are still worth reading. This is more of a curiosity buy than anything.

There are plenty of others worth looking at - even some Lovecraft and Howard if you haven't had your fill of them. There are some obvious omissions in the Wordsworth supernatural line-up that I hope get filled one day - for example E F Benson (mentioned above) and H R Wakefield (whose "The Red Lodge", a story of slime covered undead, gave me the willies), but with a bit of luck the catalogue will continue to grow. And to educate!

Monday, 30 August 2010

Dweller by Jeff Strand

Jeff Strand's last mass market paperback release was Pressure (June 2009, Leisure), a serial killer novel with a difference. It was a bit of a hit, and though darker than a lot of his other output, it bolstered his reputation as the infernal jester of American horror. Next up we have Dweller (April 2010, Leisure), which promises to be a completely different, perhaps shaggier, experience.

From the blurb:
Toby was just a boy the first time he saw the creature in the woods. His parents convinced the terrified child it was only his imagination. The next time Toby saw the creature he was a lonely, unhappy teenager without friends. But the creature would be his friend. It would be there when Toby needed someone to talk to. And it would take care of the bullies who wouldn’t leave Toby alone. After all, the creature needed to eat. And during their macabre, decades-long friendship, there will be other meals…

A pet monster. It's one of those wonderful fantasies that an imaginative boy could indulge in. Imagine having a pet monster, wouldn't that be cool? It could protect you from bullies. Allow you to live out some revenge fantasies. Make other geeks green with envy. Impress girls. Okay, perhaps not that last one. Unless she has some weirdo hairy beast fetish or something.

Though the idea is hardly common in the modern novel format, a boy and his monster is not new to the horror genre: A favourite example of mine is Mongster by Randall Boyll (Berkley, 1991). What Jeff Strand does to differentiate his work is have the story occur over a literal lifetime.

This is no mean feat, especially given the limits imposed by the 300-odd page Leisure format, but Jeff Strand manages it deftly. Sometimes as little as a few lines will mark the passing of a year, and this works surprisingly well. It's enough to keep the reader's finger on the pulse, to have an idea of how Toby's life and relationship with the monster is progressing, with the bigger tracts saved for when something of significance occurs.


The story follows Toby through all the normal milestones of life - love gained and lost, career developments, family, accidental murderous carnage - okay, plenty of not-so-normal milestones as well. He soon learns that having a pet monster is not everything it's cracked up to be; in fact, integrating a man-eating monstrosity into an ostensably normal lifestyle is pretty damn hard. Pretty damn messy.

There are times when Toby finds that some hard choices have to be made between the love of man-and-monster and the more familial kind. (No not that kind of man-and-monster love; it's not that kind of book.) Some of these choices would seem pretty easy to someone, well, normal, but not Toby, who at the very least you could say is not particularly socially well-adjusted. He is also prone to making some very unwise, even selfish choices. At times the monster seems like a more sympathetic character.

As a whole the book walks the line somewhere between comedic and horrific, but not leaning too far in either direction. There were times where I thought it could do with a bit more bite (ho! a pun!), but even in parts where things slow down a little, it is never less than entertaining.

I was pretty certain that Strand's light, accessible style would mean I wouldn't get so involved, that I wouldn't feel much sorrow as the inevitable tragedies played before my eyes, but... but... despite this there were times near the end of the book where a certain dampness was felt around my eyes, a certain pang felt in my heart...

That manipulative bastard, I thought. Well played.

4 out of 5 scalpels

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I would be remiss if I didn't mention the Dark Regions Press version of this book. If you want a really handsome volume, that's the one to get; it's even been on special as I've been formulating this review, though my tardiness in actually publishing it has probably meant you've missed out - oh well.

Anyway, here's a picture of the cover:



Alas, it doesn't come with a cool mountable werewolf head like Jeff's most recent book, Wolf Hunt, but there's an easy fix for this:

  1. Obtain a very shaggy piece of carpet, or alternatively, a fur coat.
  2. Cut out a vaguely head-shaped silhouette.
  3. Staple your new monster head to the wall.

There you go, a mountable Dweller head!*

(*Disclaimer: may not look like the Dweller as pictured)