Showing posts with label horror. Show all posts
Showing posts with label horror. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 30, 2025

Book Review: Time for Death

Title: Time for Death

Author: Christie Silvers

Date: 2021

Quote: "We always have fun when we go out to Fosters Cemetery."

Canonical vampire stories are about amoral people, but show them bound by a strict moral code, even if they ignore it. Rick, the boyfriend who says the line quoted above to Liz, the protagonist, is pretty much a lawful good character. It's only Liz's chaotic allure that inspires him to take her to the cemetery to have sex on strangers' graves. 

That's where they meet the vampire who seduces Liz and injures Rick, after building his strength by killing a couple of their friends.

Liz is, to stay within this web site's contract, a piece of work and a half. The B word will probably come to readers' minds. It's not just that she describes, in detail, doing what would make babies if she were fully human with three different men in this story. It's the way she cheerfully lets Rick and also Chad, and would let Susan if it came to that, be hurt so that she can fully enjoy Marcus the vampire. The enjoyment of a canonical vampire, as distinct from a tamed Twilight-type vampire, includes killing him--if you can. 

For those who want to read more about that kind of character, yes, there's a series. Liz will roll on, hurting more people, in more books. Vampires will be reduced to sludge after humans are slaughtered in each story. The sacred act of bringing a new life into the world will be profaned. Repeatedly. And Liz will "love" and kill additional men, besides Rick and Chad.

It's the sort of fantasy Freud liked, because he understood it: For readers who feel that they have no power, it may be gratifying to imagine having exaggerated,  unnatural kinds and amounts of power, and using it in ways they know are wrong, thereby justifying their powerlessness in real life.

Thursday, February 27, 2025

Book Review: Nocturne House

Title: Nocturne House

Author: London Clarke

Date: 2020

ISBN: 978-1393140283 

Quote: "If the woman in the hospital is Laura, you will find her very changed."

Laura Massabrook does a lot of changing in this novel. More, I suspect, than a real human could survive. 

She's been labelled bipolar, a mental illness that's hard to define and often used as a way to discredit normal young people...as it might be by abusers, or exploitative institutions. Laura may actually have a physically based mood disorder. In the hospital she's predictably unhappy about having her symptoms mis-medicated with drugs that produce unpleasant physical effects. But then she meets a wonderful new doctor who wants to help her reframe her moods as the "empowerment" and "beautiful sorrow" of a brilliant mind. Laura has given no evidence of a brilliant mind, of any talent for leadership or entrepreneurship or "creativity," but trying to become something she probably is not has to be preferable to being legally doped to death...right?

Er, um...the alternative being presented to Laura is the vampire cult that ran Whickering Place and employs Pearse. (The series is a trilogy with a prequel; I've not reviewed them in order because I've not received them in order. Nocturne House is volume three.) 

The vampires in this novel are mostly the kind we sometimes find in real life: human beings who are excited by the idea of drinking other people's blood. They're not "undead," but they think they'd like to be. They consume large amounts of blood: some pilfered from hospitals, some drained from more or less consensual victims at their parties, some exchanged with one another. They also prostitute women and children. Their cult is dominated by abusive men, but promotes a few women to "leadership positions" where they help the men torture and kill other women. Nocturne House also seems to be occupied by ghosts and demons; Laura sees them, but then Laura is coming off a lot of drugs.

The squick level is high. There's a lot of blood and violence, suicide and murder, with quite a few moldering corpses as evidence that can help Laura,, her husband, Pearse, his wife, and law enforcement personnel deal with most of the cult's leaders by legal means. The mood in this novel alternates between terror and gross-outs with no contrasting wholesome scenes for the reader's relief; it's not an emotional roller coaster but an emotional deep-sea dive.

What I didn't like, although I can imagine it being what some readers will like, is the moral ambiguity of Laura's character. She doesn't like being drugged. She doesn't trust her mother or her husband, who lovingly send her back to hospitals to be drugged. So in the vampire cult, while still going to "classes" that seem to be standard business school blah-blah, she gets into an adulterous relationship with one of the cult leaders who seems to be nicer than the others. Of course he's not nice and, in order to break off the adulterous relationship, Laura will have to do things to him that aren't nice either. This is a story where the protagonist does things that certainly aren't virtuous throughout, and her climactic choice is between loyalty to a man who represents absolute evil and loyalty to one who represents self-harm, if not complete self-destruction. So...meh. I like stories where at least one of the alternatives at least some of the characters choose is good, or decent, or natural. 

In the real world there are people who feel that their mental disorders are more unbearable than the effects of drugs intended to damage their brains. Others feel that the drugs and their side effects are more unbearable than the mood swings, "depression," even hallucinations or tremors. There is an industry that wants it to be believed that the first type of mental patients are always closer to sanity than the second type are. Mainly because that industry's motives are so obvious, I'm skeptical about this. I would have felt that the nastiness in this story was justified if it had concluded with some evidence that Laura's mood swings had stabilized, as those of young people often do, and Laura could safely stay off drugs and practice her way to responsible adulthood. 

The writer known as London Clarke says that this kind of "weird, gothy stuff" is reaching some audiences as a good influence. I'll take her word. I don't know whether anyone who feels trapped in situations where all the choices available seem bad reads this web site. If you do, this novel is for you. 

Thursday, January 2, 2025

Book Review: Whickering Place

Title: Whickering Place

Author: London Clarke

Date: 2019

Publisher: Carfax Abbey

ISBN: 978-1393470373

Quote: "Agoraphobia is hard enough to overcome on its own, but you've made some great strides this past year."

Avery's therapist is encouraging her to move to the house where her father died, Whickering Place. Her father behaved somewhat strangely after moving there; he's thought to have committed suicide. So, maybe Dr. Murphy believes in the flooding technique for overcoming irrational fears? Whatever. Within a few days, Avery won't know whether she's more afraid of leaving her new home or of staying in it.

The place really does, in its fictive reality, whicker. There are thumping and slithering sounds as if a succubus, a massive snake with a woman's head and arms, lives in the attic. There are bats, too. There is an oldfashioned phone that rings and replays creepy voices. There are mysterious toy coins that turn up in the house and around town, frequently before or after a murder. There are evil spirits who take over the narrative at times, who whisper people's names at night just to scare them.

The town is a fictional world's version of Asheville, where, London Clarke assures us, there is no history of a vampire cult in the real world. 

A few trigger warnings are in order. Teenagers can probably handle the squick level in this book, but adults probably won't want to recommend it to them, or seem to recommend it by letting them catch us reading it. (Hello, younger Nephews? You did not see your Auntie Pris reading this book. You can't be sure someone else is not writing this review.) Avery has a gun--before hospitalization for post-traumatic stress, she was training to be a police officer--and, before the story's over, she will shoot homicidal maniacs to save lives. Avery was a virgin, still getting to know her very first boyfriend when they were shot and he didn't survive, and she's not felt like dating anyone else until she meets the two attractive brothers who are renting rooms in Whickering Place. In the course of the book she will marry one of them and enjoy a proper honeymoon. Before the final page she'll be living alone with the other one, not really as a wife but letting people think she is, waiting to find out whether the one she's married is dead, alive, or maybe undead. The dominant visual image throughout this book is blood, some of it shed consensually in vampire cult meetings, much of it spilled during homicides, some of which are committed by sympathetic characters.

If you enjoy that kind of story, you'll love Whickering Place. Please understand that many people who are brave in real life, including doctors (like one of the brothers) who've worked in emergency rooms and seen this kind of gore on a daily basis, just don't enjoy reading a full-length book about it. 

Bonus for some readers: This novel is part of a series that began with Pearse, previously reviewed here, and describes just how the cult are continuing to use and abuse Pearse Gallagher. Avery will taste Pearse's blood in this story. 

Wednesday, November 20, 2024

Book Review: Dark Roots

Title: Dark Roots

Author: Lucius Valiant

Date: 2023

Publisher: Thornhill

Quote: "The rumor was that he already had a little vampire in his blood to begin with, and that a hunting accident had caused it to soar past the strict 30% threshold."

So Ramsay is no longer allowed to hunt, and he resents having heard Harlan, the narrator, described as the Van Helsing Society's "most promising hunter." His goal is to ensure that Harlan will be forbidden to hunt, just as he is.  

Will Harlan gain status by hunting down the Highgate vampires...after discovering that they're what's left of his blood relatives? Or will this be the rare novel in which the narrator's antagonist is the one who achieves his goal? I'm not telling.

Vampire stories aren't my favorite genre but, if they're yours, you will probably like this one. It's told by Victorian rules; if the vampires get up to any incestuous orgies, we're not told about it. All we see them do is bite. Though one biting scene goes into lurid details Bram Stoker tastefully withheld.

Thursday, November 14, 2024

Book Review: The Quest for Captain Sammy's Treasure

Title: The Quest for Captain Sammy's Treasure

Author: C.L. Hart

Date: 2023

Publisher: Naughty Netherworld

Quote: "Darkness and ominous silence dominated the Jungle of Kled."

This short but complete story is another piece of fanfiction, with some places and characters taken directly from the works of H.P. Lovecraft and others from the works of other Naughty Netherworld authors. It seems more an introduction to a horror novel than a horror story; a character describes various sinister "goddesses" as her aunts, before invoking a rather pretty and nice one who helps the characters find the treasure rather easily. Here are gross-outs rather than horrors, told with that selfconscious delight in a self-parodic style of writing that adds comic relief to Lovecraftian horror fiction. One of Captain Sammy's companions is a humanoid with snakelike features, and one is an alien monster, but they're clearly not bad sorts. They are acquainted with Ketil and Yitzy. 

Most of humankind may find no use whatsoever for this story. Others take an understandable delight in it--Cthulhu fanfiction being a genre that unites lovers of wacky gross-out horror fiction of all ages and nations--and should rush right out and buy it. The printed version is in an anthology called Pirate's Gold. The e-book contains links readers should be able to use to buy or download that book.

If you're not sure whether you'd ever get into the Cthulhu Mythos, this story might be an easy introduction; the horrors aren't very horrible and the gross-outs aren't very gross. The fictional universe of this story gets much nastier than the Jungle of Kled. 

Wednesday, November 13, 2024

Book Review: The Neighbor

Title: The Neighbor

Author: London Clarke

Date: 2021

Publisher: Carfax Abbey

ISBN: 978-13939-17694

Length: 419 pages

Quote: "I'm the only one now who can protect my children while they're inside the house."

And Claire does a terrible job of it. But that's normal. This is horror fiction. Main characters make terrible mistakes. Usually they can correct their mistakes by the end of the book. First-person narrative is usually a hopeful sign...

Let's admit it: I like this book a lot more than I usually like horror fiction. I read it, I give people some indication of the level of horror they have to face if they want to buy something with just the right chill factor, but horror stories I've read twice are just about limited to Dracula, Frankenstein, Stephen King, Charles Williams, and things I forgot reading the first time. After reading this novel I did not immediately want to delete it off the Kindle; that says a lot for The Neighbor.

Maybe it's because I'm living in my own bad-neighbor story. Why has it not ended decisively by now, as real-life stories of bad neighbors usually do? Because my bad neighbor inherited the same kinds of intelligence from the same ancestors I did. Because I don't have much money to spend on the kind of technology local law enforcement want to see used and don't want to supply. I've seen some of that "Are you sure you're not just obsessed with this man?" kind of thing the characters in the novel encounter (and yes, they are obsessed with the evil man). I'm not. I'm interested in solving a real-world crime, but if I ever feel attracted to another man, it won't be one of my cousins. As long as they keep their health they are good-looking men, but to me they're relatives. It's mutual. Sometimes bad-neighbor situations really are entirely about the real estate. Maybe some part of me was craving a story about a fictional bad-neighbor situation that was about sex and sin and repentance and salvation.

I want to say this on behalf of women who are single, widowed, divorced (like Claire), estranged, temporarily separated, or just working different shifts from their husbands, and are having to deal with creepy male neighbors. There is a tendency, promoted by very bad fiction, to think that any conflict between people of different genders are "really" about sexual attraction to each other and will be resolved by indulging that attraction. Even when they feel such an attraction, sleeping around doesn't solve any problems, except to the extent that it distracts people from their original problems by creating worse ones. We all need to admit that after about grade six, nowadays when people feel free to admit and act on their attractions, conflicts between a male and a female are likely to be really about whatever they're about, on the surface: sales, promotions, top grades, scholarships...real estate...

Anyway, whether or not there is an attraction to be acted on, conflicts between a male and a female have to be resolved in the same way conflicts between people of the same sex and/or family have to be resolved. The Neighbor acknowledges this. Claire's husband has just dumped her for another woman; the bachelor who moved in next door, Steel, is attractive; the attraction is mutual. Given a pretext to speak to each other, they flop into bed. Then a stuffed toy cat Steel gave Claire's youngest child starts haunting the whole family, and her eldest child starts sleepwalking, and the computer starts showing random creepy images that seem to stir up the deepest fears of the person looking at it...and then the really scary events of the story begin. 

Gunnar thinks a drink is a drunk; for some people it is. When he leaves, Claire feels free to "enjoy the taste of wine." Gunnar seems all too ready to ascribe all the bad things that happen to his ex-wife and children to the Demon Alcohol. In the reality of the story I was hoping he'd have to face the different kind of demon Claire and the children are dealing with. He doesn't, but it's a series. There could be a sequel where he does. 

The story takes place in the Hump of Virginia, where Claire soon realizes that along with her demon "lover" she's also dealing with the Demon Development. A more distant neighbor's property is under construction, but the job never gets done because a bottomless sinkhole can't seem to be filled. Claire's Korean immigrant friend tells her that this is because there are "too many holes" in the neighborhood, not physical holes but portals to the underworld through which evil spirits are getting in. The sinkhole is the physical manifestation of the spiritual holes in everyone else's lives, not only Claire's. After talking to Steel another couple will be violently attacked, a new baby will be born dead, and other bad things will happen. Claire can only protect herself and her children.

And she's only a social worker. Claire became a social worker because she wanted to believe that her father developed a mental illness after tormenting mental patients with exorcisms of demons that didn't eist; she didn't want to believe either in demons or in God. She wants to believe she can help people by observing their unhappiness with detachment, never raising a finger, only ever handing out psychological cliches. Before the story's over Claire will be forced to confess sins and ask people for prayers and even pray, herself. 

No, that doesn't make this a Sunday book. The classic cliche of horror fiction is that religious faith, usually embodied in Catholic forms but generally understood as just faith in some sort of higher power of goodness, is always what saves the survivors. The focus of horror fiction is not on the faith but on the feeling of horror, though. The effect on readers' souls may be cathartic but is not inspirational, rhough it's an interesting psychological question why people don't report feeling inspired to pray and do good works after exposure to horror stories. Traditional morality is usually a solid motif in horror stories--Claire's horrors begin with a reckless sex act, in other stories it's a theft or an outburst of unrighteous anger or a show of disrespect toward a parent--yet somehow the emotional effect doesn't seem to be to motivate readers to be chaste or honest or patient or loyal. Unless, of course, they consciously think about it 

Anyway every one of those 419 pages is well written, reinforcing traditional morality if you consciously look for it. Claire's life starts to behave like a computer infested with Windows 10 during one of Microsoft's "update" fits, only, unlike Windows 10, the chaos has an explanation that can be brought under control. Claire has to do the kind of "emotional work" she has presumably guided patients through but hasn't done for herself, facing the trauma that motivates what has seemed like a foolish but harmless quirk: she likes to sneak around town at night pretending to be someone, anyone, other than herself. 

She does not, in the story, have to confess and repent of her sins, but Clarke is a good enough writer to suggest that she's doing that somewhere offstage where denominational bickering about the process of confession won't spoil the story for readers. Some things are best left to readers' imagination and it takes a skilled writer to activate readers' imagination, rather than spelling out every detail.

And, local readers? Local writer. 

Monday, November 4, 2024

Book Review: Ketil and Yitzy's Adventure in the House of Lost Dreams

Title: Ketil and Yitzy's Adventure in the House of Lost Dreams

Author: Team Netherworld Creations

Publisher: Naughty Netherworld Press

Quote: [Yitzy] "had a conical body with a three-eyed head on a stalk."

About a hundred years ago the writer known as H.P. Lovecraft published the very "pulpy" horror stories that made up the Cthulhu Mythos: Horror-fiction monsters, inspired by but not really based on the deep sea creatures oceanographers were beginning to describe and the not-quite-human creatures of folklore and fiction, are the future of humankind. People discover this through adventures narrated floridly, not particularly well, but with a positive delight in long or obscure words and a certain morbid glee.

Literary critics agreed that it was dreadful. Most readers never got into Cthulhu but Lovecraft's work attracted a following of people who read his work as a guilty or rebellious pleasure. Here was nothing educational, enlightening, or inspiring; just delight in gross-outs. For some Lovecraft's sesquipedalian words are part of his charm. 

And so, unto this day, when publishers invite manuscripts of speculative fiction, they still find it necessary to state whether they are or are not willing to read any more fan contributions to the Cthulhu Mythos. 

This "novelette" is typical. It's set on a world that died before Earth was born, but its characters use recent Earth slang and references. Ketil is a Swedish ghost; Yitzy is an alien who lets itself be called "he" just to fit in, though its species don't have genders. They will soon be joined by a pair of English ghouls who call themselves Robin Hood and Little John, and seldom miss a chance to talk about their taste for decomposing human flesh. 

Most people don't get into the Cthulhu Mythos. I don't; I don't like the practice of sending out "sample chapters" instead of complete novels, but in this case the e-book breaking off just where the characters drank the gruesome-sounding potion and divded into the murky liquid came as a relief. I say this in a friendly and supportive way. A Cthulhu story is not an ideal gift to a person you don't know well. For those who do like Cthulhu stories, however, this one seems the sort of mix of gross-out, comedy, and adventure they'll enjoy. Publishers who are willing to consider Cthulhu stories should take a long look at this one. Cthulhu fans? Run don't walk.


Monday, October 28, 2024

Book Review: Girlgoyle

Title: Girlgoyle

Author: Evan Ramspott

Date: 2015

Publisher: Storyteller

Quote: "Tffany didn't believe in ghosts...But they were always watching her."

You might, as I did, think that a "Girlgoyle" would be part of a "Better Heroes" collection because she overcame her obsession with her really strange-looking face and did something heroic to help someone else. You would be disappointed, as I was. This full-length novel is coherent and well written in its way but it's not what you expected, and may not be anything you'll enjoy. 

In the reality of this fictive world, gargoyles are alive. They are something humans may become in the afterlife, though no rule is given for determining who becomes a gargoyle. They live in a bare stone tower on a bare stone mountain, their skins are stone-colored, their emotions become a bit stony too, but they have big batlike wings, quite a nuisance for them t learn to drag about, on which they can fly. Their purpose in life is to subdue rebellious ghosts. They live in barracks, not unlike boot camp, and practice until they're good enough at flight and fight to go out and beat ghosts into submission.

Tiffany was a near-normal little girl, not all that strange-looking, just a bit like an anime character. (For some strange reason, although it's not a graphic novel, the book is generously illustrated with anime-style drawings.) Body hardly big enough to support a head that's not oversized, maybe taking a break from the hard work of growing up, maybe not growing up because it's not healthy. Tiffany was subject to anxieties and nightmares, and was never very strong, until one night she felt herself being crushed to death and woke up a pretty-faced, scrawny gargoyle with wings. After a little training in the use of her wings and the magical light energy ghosts and gargoyles wield, she finds the ghost who pushed her into the afterlife and leads her friends, even her teachers, out to destroy him. 

There is internal logic to this book. I totally did not get into it, but you might. The author has skills, and there's been a series of sequels that apparently appealed to people who are less turned off by the gargoyle world premises than I am.  

Monday, July 1, 2024

Book Review: With a Blighted Touch

Title: With a Blighted Touch

Author: J. Todd Kingrea

Date: October 2023

Publisher: BHC Press

ISBN: 978-1-64397-363-0 

Quote: "I've been to doctors ever since the...blackouts started...They can't find any cause for them."

But when Kit's blackouts occur, at the same time, someone who has touched him dies. Kit's still a young man, a failed musician, an addict, and two of every five people in his high school class are dead. Kit grew up in the fictional town of Black Rock, below Blackpoint Mountain, where kids love to repeat the legends about the charred black stones and the sour-smelling whitish fungus that grows in the area, "the blight," being part of some primordial curse associated with a spirit of death trapped in the scorched rocks. 

Kit's always half joked about being cursed. When he lets his memories reopen, he remembers that the evil spirit of Blackpoint Mountain chose him, when he was a child. Black Rock is one of those little towns where all the families are old, all the old families have some sort of sick secret, and then there's that family who are really nasty. Kit had been getting the worst of a fight with some of them after school when the spirit told him that he'll never know when, or which one, but for all his life, he'll be subject to blackouts during which someone who's touched him will die.

Before he remembered this Kit touched a nice, friendly old school friend, the divorced mother of two daughters. So he has to confront his old enemies, find the ancient book, and face the embodiment of death in the cave, to protect these friends.

All the archetypes best loved by horror fiction fans come out and dance in the Great Smoky Mountains, in the summer of 2011. Including the innocent person who naively sets the stage for some sort of return, or recurrence, in the 2020s.

I read it with a chortle, as I read the main plot of Anne McCaffrey's Pern books, at the effects continually scrubbing mold off things can have on the imagination...but if you want something to make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, this horrid tale, with its funguslike zombie children and its school bullies who grow up to worship demons, is for you. 

There are things like that. They are found wherever humans are found; they are humans' archetypes. The forms they take in your city neighborhood are familiar. What forms might they take in the scenic hills where you vacation? J. Todd Kingrea knows. Stephen King (who's not noticeably related to me) ought to appreciate his mix of terror, horror, and gross-out.

Monday, May 27, 2024

Book Review: Beneath the Flesh

Title: Beneath the Flesh 

Author: Claire Ladds

Publisher: Claire Ladds

Quote: "The voices carried on, Mr. Cavannagh trying to fend off his wife's nasty, cruel sniping, but with little success."

Here's the solid "fact" in this piece of fiction: Miriam, Mrs. Cavannagh, is a horrorcow. Long ago her ancestors made some money renting out rooms in their big, cold house, somewhere in an unspecified place where the characters seem British and the weather is cold enough for Canada. Now--which feels like the 1940s, but then characters whip out mobile phones--Mr. Cavannagh drinks, and Mrs. Cavannagh walks in her sleep. They have no paying lodgers left. They have an orphan Mr. Cavannagh invited to live with them in a burst of drunken bonhomie, and Mrs. Cavannagh trained to work in the shop that is now the Cavannaghs' source of income. It's an unusually cold winter, when snow hangs on all winter long, and the house is always cold> Mrs. Cavannagh tries to ignore "Final Reminders" and limits everyone's food. 

If asked, Mrs. Cavannagh could say that they've treated Ella as if she were their own daughter. This is likely to be true. Mr. Cavannagh would probaby be just as weak, and Mrs. Cavannagh just as spiteful, if they'd had a child of their own. Ella is now twenty-three years old but "kids had more pocket money" than she's allowed to keep out of her duly documented wages for work int he shop. She's working for room and board. The room is cold, with a loose window that lets in the snow. The food is cold, scant, and nasty. Mrs. Cavannagh hits her husband and beats Ella when she's not feeling good about herself. And does she feel bad about herself merely because she's likely to lose her ancestral home, or has she done worse things?

One morning Mr. Cavannagh disappears. Did he go out into the falling snow to smoke his pipe, or did Mrs. Cavannagh kill him at last? He's talked of taking Ella and leaving his wife, but he's too drunk, and she's too badly intimidated, to have much chance of surviving on their own, and both of them know it.

In any case, Ella's luck is about to turn. A rent-paying lodger turns up, a young woman who says she works in the film industry. She's older, and has changed her name and hair color since Ella last saw her, but she's an old foster sister from the abusive home where Ella lived before she met the Cavannaghs. Is she really just an A.A. with an entry-level job that pays well...or is she an undercover police officer? 

And why did a knife with blood on it turn up in Mrs. Cavannagh's hand as she woke up one morning? What about the other things going missing?  And what's in the private freezer, locked with a padlock to which Mrs. Cavannagh is sure she holds the only key? Would Mrs. Cavannagh really have killed her husband, chopped him into pieces, and stowed him in the freezer?

If you're looking for a gothic tale full of cold, hunger, and hostility to help you appreciate warmth, food, and family, Beneath the Flesh is for you. The bitter chill never leaves the fictional atmosphere; the end of the book reminds us that hardships do not make people nice. Ella and her foster sister are not idealistic introverts like Sara Crewe. The foster sister even takes the name Maya, reminding us of the Hindu philosophy of karma as an endless cycle of revenge spanning beyond generations and spawning fresh abuses. This is the darksome land, wild wolf-cliffs and windy wilderness, where extroverts seem doomed to spend their lives. 

Be kind to orphans, Gentle Readers.

Friday, May 10, 2024

New Book Review: Pearse

Title: Pearse 

Author: London Clarke

Date: 2024

Publisher: London Clarke

Quote: ""What did you get me?" She blinked. "Absinthe.""

Men do well to beware of a woman who asks a man for a date, much less one who pays for his drink, but even for a gal who does the asking and the paying, Lacey is more than Pearse bargained for. 

Pearse is a "sanguinarian." A professional phlebotomist at a hospital, he's become a bit kinky about drinking human blood. There are real people like that. Like other people with peculiar sexual kinks, they form social clubs. And, just as it's easy for people with more sinister intentions to take advantage of more popular kinks, it's easy for people with really evil intentions to exploit a club of people who want to act out "Dracula" fantasies.

This book is a "prequel" leading into a series. It has an ending, but Pearse knows the ending is only temporary. His troubles will resume.

Content warnings: This is a novel about people trying to emulate Dracula in real life. Violence, enough detail to make it clear that extramarital sex is going on, and the kind of language you'd expect today's young people to use when that sort of thing is happening, are to be expected. This is the sort of book parents and teenagers will probably hide from each other--each knowing that the others are aware that that sort of books exist, but neither wanting to know that their parents or their children actually read it.

Friday, April 26, 2024

Book Review: The Hanging Tree

Title: The Hanging Tree

Author: Joseph J. Dowling

Date: 2023

Publisher: Littlest Hobo

ISBN: 978-1-7394035-2-2

Quote: "We've got three bodies. Hope you haven't eaten breakfast yet."

If this tale of gory horror has any redeeming social value, it's to help readers feel sorry for police detectives. What Detectives Staley and Cornell see is enough to drive Staley insane. Watching Staley's mind go is what does it for Cornell.

In real life, homicide-suicides may babble about some person or persons "making" them do what they do, or about philosophical, political, or religious motives, or (more often) about revenge for what they claim has been done to them, but (unlike ordinary murderers) they nearly always act under the influence of certain kinds of drugs. Some of those drugs happen to have become popular psychiatric medications since the 1980s. 

In this piece of fiction, they're acting under the influence of an evil spirit that seems to present itself in relation to a woman hanged for witchcraft by men the spirit seems to have possessed first. Local history reveals that people who lived in Cooper House, or Cooper Hall (US house names aren't officially registered, so informants differ), came to gruesome ends. The story opens with Staley and Cornell finding a man who's cut up and mutilated his wife and children, then himself. He finishes killing himself in the hospital. But this time, it seems, the spirit can't wait for the house to be resold. Staley dreams about killing his wife and child, wakes up sleepwalking toward their bedrooms, and finally starts cutting them up, but Cornell finds them in time that their lives may be saved. To him it seems that the oak tree near the house, on which the accused witch was hanged, is the creepiest thing at the house.

Cornell's family have separated from him, on friendly terms. He knows where they live. He starts dreaming about killing them. He goes out to Cooper House to saw down the tree. But, if the tree embodies a demon that powerful, will it let him saw it down? On what terms, if it does?

This one is strictly a test of toughness for people who've led short, sheltered lives. If reality has given you better tests, and you've passed, why bother. If you feel a need for works of fiction that don't even try for terror or horror but are primarily about the gross-out, this fictional bloodbath may appeal to you. I think horror fiction should lay its ghosts to rest, but some serious fans of the genre don't agree.

Tuesday, April 23, 2024

Book Review: Echoes of Insanity

Title: Echoes of Insanity

Author: R.A. Goli

Quote: "From the outside, the fence looked normal height, to give the illusion that it wasn't a prison."

Emily enters the oldfashioned asylum willingly, telling us she's a reporter going undercover to report on conditions. The conditions seem to need reporting on; nobody seems to be doing much to help patients. But why does she keep hearing a baby crying? Is it one of the sicker patients, crying like a baby? Is the asylum haunted? Or is Emily haunted?

Definitely not a feel-good story, this longish short story, published as a stand-alone mini-book, might be described as a female counterpart to Poe's "Tell-Tale Heart."  

Tuesday, November 7, 2023

Book Review: We Are the Crisis

Title: We Are the Crisis 

Author: Cadwell Turnbull

Date: 2023 

Publisher: Blackstone

ISBN: not yet assigned

Quote: "If it were before, they might have thought a straight, predictable life would protect them. But they know that’s not true, not anymore. Whether they decide to act or not, the world will eat them anyway."

They are three good friends who happen to be werewolves. "Monsters"--specifically vampires and shapeshifters--have become the new increasing demographic in society. Most of them were brought up human and have human ethical standards, though some of them work for the CIA. But humans have organized a group whose goal is to hunt them down and kill them.

There are lots of different characters in different situations. Some of them meet, some don't;' some of their stories seem to intersect, some don't. Some of them seem to be killed but are actually transferred to some sort of other world via portals formed by robot ants. To some extent their stories come together to form a loosely structured sort of novel.

I don't think it's a great novel, and its flaws seem to parallel what so many observers say about the real-world situation for which it's a none-too-subtle metaphor. Characters aren't developed as individuals, beyond their "monster" qualities; there's a hint that monster qualities may be influenced by ethnic traditions, which could make this book an interesting study of world folklore about monsters, but doesn't. Characters don't seem to have much fun; their stories don't make a great case for their preference to survive. Characters don't want to agree with those who assume that they're dangerous to humans, but in fact some of them are dangerous to humans. As stories, some of the individual chapters stand alone (and some are credible, dramatic monster stories), some fit together in sequences, and some just don't seem very successful either as connecting material or as stories. As a novel, We Are the Crisis contains episodes that show a potential that I don't think the whole novel fulfills.

On a more encouraging note, a novel that was written in haste, with loosely sketched characters, can be an invitation for readers to develop the characters further with games, and the urban fantasy genre lends itself well to this kind of reading. So although I would have encouraged the writer to give this novel another revision or two, some readers may like it just as it is. 

To the extent that there's a plot, it consists of finding out which monsters will survive the violent confrontation and how; this review is not telling. 

If you like Halloween-type reading with new takes on familiar monster characters, ideas for role playing and party games, plus social commentary, then We Are the Crisis is for you. 

Monday, May 8, 2023

A Book I Refused to Sell: The Exorcist

Book Too Bad to Sell: The Exorcist by William Peter Blatty

This one is not a book you can buy from me. I heard about, but didn’t see, the 1974 movie, so when I found this former bestseller at a benefit sale I bought it. I paid a dime. After reading the book I feel that I was overcharged.

Here’s what I knew could be expected from The Exorcist: A child, whose parents don’t believe in demons but who may be possessed by one, becomes ill and, in addition to all the normal disgusting things sick patients do, says a lot of bad words. A priest is called in to exorcise the demon. Priest dies. Child recovers. The only intellectual curiosity I was able to bring to this book was the question of whether it had more of a plot than that. The answer is that it has...but people never talked about the plot, because it’s an incompetent plot. Our standards for cheap horror stories have been raised by Stephen King. I can’t imagine how Blatty ever got this clunker printed.

The child’s parents are divorced. The father’s name is Howard. The child starts chatting with someone called “Captain Howdy” via Ouija board. (This device was marketed as a board game, along with Parchesi and Monopoly, in leaflets in cereal boxes in 1973.) The mother has a foul-mouthed alcoholic friend. When teachers note that the child has become hyperactive, she’s started using bad language just like Mommy’s friend Burke. Then the child really starts acting out, coming downstairs into a grown-up party and wetting the carpet. There’s a suggestion that Burke has been “outside” the child’s bedroom. The child’s not the only one who saw him.

So what does the mother do? She calls a doctor and starts frantically feeding the child psychiatric drugs. The child gets sicker. This actually happens and there’s nothing supernatural about it. The child doesn’t need exorcism, although Burke and the child’s mother might need that. The child needs detox.

But, for whatever reasons, Blatty didn’t spin a simple tale of the kind of child abuse by a family friend that was indeed going on in 1974. At the time there was a lot of sympathy for the idea that “a gentle sexual initiation” that didn’t obviously damage the body of a preadolescent child might be considered a good thing—or where the psychological consequences were the stuff of horror movies. But Blatty seems to want it to be part of the reality of the story that the evidence against Burke is just a bonus effect thrown in by a Demon of Fevers and Confusion. A lot of things apparently are being done, and we never find out who’s doing what.

Clearly the standards for popular horror fiction have been raised by Stephen King, whose novels may feature demons with the power to becloud characters’ minds (consider the powers of evil in Pet Sematary), but always make it possible for the reader, at least, to figure out what’s supposed to be going on.

Blatty, I suspect, just wanted to sell a lot of copies by breaking a current taboo. Certain rude words really had been unprintable, and seldom used in company that was “mixed” either in genders or in status levels, for long enough that some readers really wanted to read examples of how the words were used. Blatty did not actually tell them. In The Exorcist the sort of people who used bad language use it, but they don’t use it realistically; they use unprintable nouns where in real life they would have used unprintable verbs, and vice versa. The child utters obscenities she might have heard her mother actually use, but the laborers use obscenities like a lot of foreign exchange students who hadn’t been here very long.

The title suggests that The Exorcist ought to be a psychological study of a priest. Perhaps Blatty didn’t pick the title; he doesn’t even try to write anything so challenging. All three of the priests who get speaking parts are flat characters, given little more in the way of personality than the child. The narrative is such a flimsy connection between gross-out scenes that there’s room to imagine that Father Karras, the priest who gets the biggest part in the book, just might have been the baddie, the “sick priest” who, in the moments of doubt and depression we’re told he’s had, committed the blasphemies that awakened the demon. But if that had been what Blatty was trying to say, why didn’t he say it? Possibly because he wasn’t really trying to say anything; just trying to cash in on people’s fascination with the forbidden by writing a book with lots and lots and lots of formerly unprintable words in it. He shows no more concern with Karras’s soul than with Regan’s. Which makes his book a kind of psychological pornography.

The real deal breaker is that Blatty insisted not only on getting the rude words all wrong but also on getting the medical details all wrong. You don’t feed that much Librium to a 75-pound child in the hope that that child will ever go back to school again. Or walk.

So this one is not A Book You Can Buy From Me. If a child starts saying rude words just the way one of the parents’ friends does, it’s probably a bid for attention—needed attention. If the child says the parents’ friend has been outside the child’s bedroom, dumping a whole bottle of pills into the former friend as he lies concussed on the floor might be the sort of thing a jury would understand, but don’t even think about doping the child. 

Tuesday, April 11, 2023

New Book Review: The Game with No Name

Title: The Game with No Name 

Author: L.G. Cunningham

Date: 2020

Publisher: L.G. Cunningham

ISBN: 9798669290665

Length: 207 e-pages

Quote: "It was the second day of our new life at Glenbat Manor, and it felt like all we had done was battle old stringy webs. It made me wonder if the previous resident was a giant spider."

One of them almost was...

Readers of a certain age may remember the movie Jumanji, in which a mysterious board game found in the basement sucks the players through interdimensional portals and gets them "playing" some dangerous "games." With the rise of literary interest in games and game shows, perhaps Jumanji was due for a remake. Well, in this book, it gets one. 

Tween twins Izzy and Noah, and their neighbor Walter, find themselves caught in playing a mysterious board game that sucks them into the worlds from which classic twentieth century board games seem to have been drawn. They have to sink "Battleships," guide "Hungry Hippos" to eat watermelon-like energy sources, identify a murderer using "Clues," and so on until they confront the builder of the game in a game of "Monopoly." The adventures move fast and end up in classic horror movie territory with the disclosure that--that'd be telling.

Despite the comedy element built into the plot, Jumanji was a fairly tense movie and The Game with No Name has some nightmare-provoking potential for stressed, tense children. For kids who like a bit of a scare, this will be a satisfying book and would make an appropriate movie. Apart from the scary scenes and the betrayal trope, this book contains few of the things adults worry about. It would be a good choice for a child who wants to feel tough about reading a horror story.

Wednesday, September 7, 2022

Book Review: Legion

Years ago, I read two of the most horrific works of fiction ever written about Washington. Worse than (the candidate you most oppose)'s campaign biography, even. William Peter Blatty's Exorcist and its sequel, Legion, are horror stories. At least The Exorcist is a horror story; Legion qualifies as another one, but in Legion the diplomat-turned-novelist seemed to be trying to explain what he really believed about the Christian theological concepts his fiction exploited. Anyway I said this web site would never sell The Exorcist, because (I grew up with the various violations of taboos that made the movie so controversial, but) I could not endorse even a fictional depiction of anyone giving a child that much of those drugs. Right. But I did sell Legion, despite having better books by Arab-American authors including Blatty's presumably nonfiction memoir, and here's the review.

Title: Legion

Author: William Peter Blatty

Date: 1983

Publisher: Simon & Schuster

ISBN: none

Length: 248 pages

Quote: "He stared at the sun coming up behind the Capitol, streaking the Potomac with orange light, and then down at the outrage."

Twelve years after the end of The Exorcist, surviving characters see a new outbreak of horrific senseless murders. And who's doing them? Physical evidence found on one victim seems to implicate a little old lady. A neurologist with a brain tumor sees and meets his double, which became a harbinger of death, according to superstition, because it's an hallucination associated with the kind of cancer that's killing Dr. Amfortas. Some of the murders involve medications in use in a psychiatric hospital, where one of the doctors is definitely an evil person, but is he a murderer? And then, deep inside the maximum-security psychiatric unit in the hospital...

Blatty, a Christian Arab-American, focussed on the Jesuits at Georgetown University in The Exorcist; the main protagonist, Father Karras, reacted to the satanic murders as a Catholic priest. Readers undoubtedly remember what happened to him. In Legion the main protagonist, Bill Kinderman, is Jewish, with a cosmopolitan philosophy, a snarky sense of humor, and a tendency to use a wider Yiddish vocabulary than the average American has...and a philosophical preparation for the idea that what he thought for all this time had happened to Karras just might have happened to someone else.

Although its ending is in some ways less horrific, and its medical science is less outrageously wrong, Legion is still a sequel to The Exorcist. It's not meant to be a pleasant read, not even an enjoyably scary "Aren't you glad such things don't really exist?" sort of horror story. Sadistic, satanic, serial murders do exist. Evil, as well as good, lurks in the hearts of men (and women) in the real world, as in the world of these novels.

What you'll like, if you read this book at all: the sense of place, Kinderman's philosophical musings, that making a movie of this one wouldn't require a child to act out things children shouldn't know about.

What some readers will love, and some will hate: Legion is literary fiction. It starts out like a detective story, but doesn't follow the rules for one. I've toyed with the idea of writing a detective story where the murderer is clever enough to use different methods. Legion goes further outside the rules than that.

What you probably won't like: it's about evil. Evil is banal. Fictional murders are tedious reading.

If you want to read a novel that takes you back, mentally, to dear old D.C., Legion will do that, and the fact that most of the bad things happen in snooty old pay-more-for-less, rather-be-killed-in-city-traffic-than-risk-outsiders-coming-in-by-Metro Georgetown might be considered a plus point. (Contractors who commute all over the Metropolitan Area fantasize about bad things happening to Georgetown.)

In a way, despite having a Jewish protagonist, Legion can be considered a Christian book. So could The Exorcist--although in my judgment it was a bad one, and when a bookseller rates a book too bad to be resold at a profit, it's very bad indeed. In a way Legion might be considered a palinode, a retraction of some things Blatty seemed to be saying in The Exorcist about the nature of good and evil.

His views of good and evil are, however, his own. They're not the doctrine of the Church. They're not heresies; they're just the musings of an individual Christian, as distinct from the doctrine of Christianity. At the end of Legion Blatty seems to have reached the point of saying what I often say about "devils" or "demons": I don't claim to know that such creatures exist in any "real" or personal sense, but some human behavior can only be rationally explained by postulating some sort of Evil Principle. Blatty goes further: In the Bible a person suffering from the kind of painful self-destructive insanity then identified as "a devil" says to Jesus, channelling the man's "devil" or devils, "Our name is Legion, for we are many." Blatty locates the "many devils" within humans. Kinderman asserts toward the end that "we," including Kinderman, "are Legion."

Well, yes, ultimately...Churches I attended called the sort of points most Christians concede to the Evil Principle a matter of temptation not possession. If evil "possesses" Charles Manson enough to make him delight in murder, it's lucky to get as far, with most of us, as suggesting "Someone else will take care of your job." There are, however, Christians who think it's generally healthy to remind people that keeping a library book a day overdue might be genuinely uncharitable (whether anyone else has shown any interest in that book in the past ten years, or not) and the thought "Lots of people keep library books overdue" might come directly from the Evil Principle. Other Christians concede that this may be true but think it's an uncharitable, unhelpful thing to say...and some Christians get into debates that generate heat rather than light, and Blatty goes home and writes Legion.

It's not a Christian book.There must be more edifying Christian books to read.