MEMORIAL
DAY by Harry Shannon, Review by Jonathan Reitan
Harry
Shannon burst onto the scene with his first novel, Night
of the Beast, in 2002. That book that put him on the map
in the horror field, and was soon followed by the second,
Night of the Werewolf. His horror trilogy, a tribute to
classic 1980s pulp, will conclude in August, 2004 with
Night of the Daemon. Now with Memorial Day (A Mick Callahan
Novel) Shannon has yet again put his name on the map in
a big way--this time in the mystery genre.
Mick
Callahan, the troubled young protagonist, has led a fascinating
life, one that mirrors author Shannon's own past as an
actor, singer, Emmy-nominated songwriter and now counselor
in private practice. A recovering alcoholic, ex-TV pop
psychologist and a former Navy SEAL washout, Mick has
returned to his hometown of Dry Wells, Nevada to host
a radio talk show with high hopes of finally cleaning
up his life. While out jogging, he comes across a dead
body near a back alley dumpster, a crime the local sheriff
apparently wants to cover up. When a distressed young
girl who called his radio show is found murdered the very
next day, Callahan is reluctantly persuaded to investigate
the crimes on his own. Naturally, he immediately starts
making enemies. To find the truth, Mick, who is a skilled
therapist, must first probe into the lives of Dry Wells
most respected residents. When he does, he ends up placing
himself in several sticky situations.
This
clever noir tale which ultimately leads up to one wild,
climactic ending that takes place on Memorial Day is a
fast paced read with unforgettable characters and several
exciting plot twists. It not only comes recommended to
mystery fans, but also to fans of Harry's past intoxicating
and pleasurable horror genre novels. In fact, Harry Shannon's
debut mystery novel screams for another installment featuring
the loveable Mick Callahan.
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BLACK
FIRE by James Kidman, Review by Mark Justice
This
first novel by the pseudonymous Kidman concerns Eddie
Farris, a young man whose life was shattered on one violent
night seven years ago. Eddie refers to that night as The
Showdown, the final face-off with his violent, abusive
father. It seems that the Farris men have a multi-generational
history of violence against their families. It's a history
that Eddie tries to stop. And he must eventually question
whether he is destined to continue his family's tradition.
Kidman
weaves together two timelines over the course of the novel.
There's the first-person journal Eddie keeps in the hospital
after The Showdown, in an effort to piece together what
really happened.
In
alternating chapters, Kidman also show us what actually
happened before and during that night.
In
the present, Eddie is trying to hold on to the life he's
built for himself in a town that hates and fears him,
a town where children sing nursery rhymes about Eddie
and his family. It's a town that Eddie can't leave, and
which has become increasingly frightening, as he is visited
by someone who should be dead. At the same time Rachel,
Eddie's first and only love, returns to his life She's
someone he thought he had lost forever after The Showdown.
But she's changed. And she's brought a surprise to Eddie,
something that gives him hope that he may be able to escape
the chains of the past and break the cycle of violence.
But
Rachel sees the dead man, too. And Eddie realizes that
he is heading for a second--and final--Showdown.
Kidman
provides a fast-paced read that's more polished than most
debuts. He also delivers a whopper of an ending that caught
me by surprise.
Black
Fire is worth the money. And Kidman is a writer to watch.
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THE
TAKING by Dean Koontz, Review by Mark Justice
I should admit right off the bat that I've had some issues
with Koontz's novels. I loved his breakthrough books,
like Watchers, Strangers, Phantoms and Lightning. However,
over the last several years I found it more and more difficult
to get hooked on his novels. I suspect it was his stylish
quirks that put me off, particularly the use of obscure
words (seemingly once per page), which served to throw
me out of the story and make me pick up a dictionary.
Now, I'm not opposed to growing my vocabulary. But at
the expense of the story? So I stopped reading Koontz.
Lately,
though, I've been in a mood to revisit Dean. And since
I couldn't make him change his style, I made a decision
to stop resisting his excesses and embrace them instead.
So
I picked up The Taking, hoping for a Koontzian thrill
ride and, to my delighted surprise, I was not disappointed.
Sure,
the obscure words are there, but not on every page (if
they ever were) and the, uh, interesting alliteration
is present ("Their anxious panting painted pale plumes
on the glass."). Embrace, I told myself. Don't resist.
So
I plunged into the story of Molly Sloan, a writer who
lives in the California mountains with her carpenter husband
Neil. One night a strange luminescent rain begins to fall
in torrents. From the woods, coyotes flock to the Sloan's
front porch and, when Molly moves among them, they show
no fear of her. Their fear is reserved for something else.
Soon
it becomes apparent that whatever is happening in the
former golden state is also occurring worldwide, with
huge waterspouts forming in the oceans and seven inches
an hour of rain falling across much of the planet. A transmission
is received from the International Space Station, which
strongly points to an otherworldly explanation for the
weather phenomena.
Molly
and Neil decide to leave their house and find a more defensible
location in town.
The
majority of The Taking occurs over the course of about
thirty-six hours, and follows the Sloans' search for neighbors
and friends, their realization of the part they are meant
to play in the cataclysmic events, and the surprising
truth of what is actually happening.
Along the way, Koontz's characters ponder question of
faith, family and destiny.
The
Taking is an extraordinary story, particularly for Koontz.
It is genuinely frightening is several spots, and the
frights come from Horror with a capital H. Philosophical
questions aside, this may be the most straight-ahead horror
novel Koontz has written.
The
Taking has convinced me to go back and catch up on the
last several novels I avoided. I might have jumped off
a few stops back, but I'm back on the Koontz train, and
I'm staying put all the way to the end of the line.
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DARK
DEMONS by Kurt Newton, Reviewed by Hertzan Chimera
Who the Hell is Kurt Newton? Well may you ask. I discovered
Kurt Newton through the wishes of another writer. I had
asked Stoker Award Winning writer Mike Arnzen if I could
interview him for Terror Tales. He declined that first
offer but did eventually succumb to my surreal cross-examination
some months later. What Mike Arnzen did do on that first
interview request was recommend I interview a writer called
Kurt Newton. Now, maybe I had seen one or two short stories
of Kurt's around the web, I forget where. I was inspired
to go seek out this writer. We did our interview, set
within a pastiche of the end-sequence from the film Se7en
- and what great fun it was. Kurt was a very creative
and willing participation in the ChimeraInterviewTechniqueT.
What I didn't realise until I recently read his DARK DEMONS
book from Delirium Books was that I was in the presence
of a horror genius.
From
the very first story in this gut-wrenching collection,
you know you're in the hands of a master mind-fucker.
There are stories, boy are there stories, but you're not
just spoon-fed some break-neck-speed narrative to the
detriment of all around it. You are instead treated to
the story behind the story, the maggots working away in
the evil minds of these sick and twisted characters. My
god, he makes you empathise with these reprehensible no-lifes,
these apes, these fucking morons. You care that they don't
get caught. You want their sick fantasies to work out
for them. You want these deadbeats of society to have
a fucking good time, again and again.
DARK
DEMONS comprises of 7 previously published stories, 9
new stories and a glowing introduction from, yes, you've
guessed it, Mike Arnzen. Artwork is by Duncan Long. There's
a good spread of stories here, nice short stabs to the
eye and good long disembowelments to satisfy the most
gruesome appetite.
I'll
not go through each story with a précis and analysis.
But I will go through the first three or four to give
you a taste of the honey:
SOMETHING
PROFOUND:
It's about the "unnameable presence that accompanies
death, birth and the consummation of love" as Kurt
puts it. The depiction of the father-adoring kid's up-bringing
into the world of secret midnight violence and drunken
retribution just grips you like a big fist around the
throat. The story complements the character so well, you
can see every punch coming before the kid does. You are
showed how the kid learns the awful truth about his father.
You are carried along helplessly by his plight and the
darkness of the forthcoming journey. The treatment is
not over sentimental at all, but you will have a tear
in your eye throughout. The ending is a perfect denouement.
WAVES:
Smoothly from this tale of child abuse and family disintegration
to this wonderfully kinky tale of Camille who likes to
buy vibrators. Camille is a sex maniac and Jake, the owner
of Camille's favourite Sex Shop, knows this very well.
Jake's just received a consignment of some special sexual
gear from China. They're about six inches long. There's
no corporate packaging. You gotta keep them in the fridge
in between sessions. What could go wrong?
This
could so easily have been an exercise in masturbatory
sleaze but Kurt Newton wouldn't stoop so low when he could
push you ever deeper. You'll sweat with Camille as if
you were some creepy voyeur on her self abuse, you'll
share her delight and dread as the story draws you further
into its organic clutches. Waves is the most riveting
read you'll ever have - you gotta know what that thing
is, you gotta know how far she will go to get her rocks
off.
ANGELS
OF MERCY, ANGELS OF GRIEF:
We've all read a story like this somewhere. A life-changing
event crashes into your consciousness - you become a private
detective. You gotta know why. This is the fate that befalls
Nathan Webber, recent widower. At the site of his wife's
car wreck, he finds a crucifix-like object nailed to the
tree as if it's been squashed flat by the impact. The
small object that looks like "a pretzel made of wood"
had obviously been placed on the tree BEFORE his wife
crashed into it. A series of further car wrecks have the
wooden cross nailed to the impact tree. Nathan eventually
discovers who is planting the crosses and decides to stalk
him to see what the fuck's going on. It's again a case
of character winning over content. The premise is very
simple but the handling of the material is exemplary.
IN
THE NAME OF LOVE:
David Jessup has never been a good lover. But once he
discovers "the trick" he is in like Flynn. What
is this trick? I'll tear this quote right out of the opening
passage to the story. While he was plunging himself into
the soft folds between his wife's open legs, he saw Linda
Blair plunging a cross into her bloodied, pre-pubescent
vagina. Now that's no way to show your love for you wife,
right? But she doesn't know. Nobody knows. It's not something
you'd share, is it? The fact that Kurt Newton even approaches
such a subject as 'what gets men off' shows his bravery.
The power of his prose and the believability of his office
and home scenes shows his mastery of his art. And it is
art, anyone who can describe the erotic beauty of an old
stinking toothless bag lady who lives in a box of spiders
is a true artist. Simple as that.
BUTTER
RED & DIAMOND EYES:
There is enough discussed about this great story in Arnzen's
lengthy introduction to make anything I could say on the
subject seem inconsequential in comparison. Be warned
though all of the fiction in DARK DEMONS is not for the
squeamish, none more so that this ingenious and revolting
tale of torture and brain washing. Hey, I liked this tale
so I got permission to reprint it on my Terror Tales e-zine
http://terrortales.org -the fuck horror issue #2.
In
simple summary, where has Kurt Newton been all my reading
life. In a world of dull grey horror product, Newton's
palette is spiked with glorious primary erections of man
slaughter and drenched in sombre pastels of woman suffocation,
there's also a good dollop of excruciating white noise
in there to confuse your senses and assault your sensibilities.
There really isn't a bad story in the entire book.
DARK
DEMONS was originally published in 2002 by Delirium Books
in both hardcover (signed/limited to 150 copies) and unsigned
trade paperback. Both editions have been sold out for
some time now but copies can still be found at www.shocklines.com
and www.ziesingbooks.com. The ebook edition of DARK DEMONS
was published in April 2004 by Double Dragon Publishing
and is available through most ebook retailers such as
www.FictionWise.com, www.Amazon.com and www.eBooks.com.
Pick
up a copy of DARK DEMONS. If you dare.
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SKIN
MEDICINE by Tim Curran, reviewed by Steve Vernon
Tim
Curran is not the new voice of horror.
When
you read a story by Tim Curran you can smell the dank
of an old basement. The mildew of a musty comic book collection.
That boxful of Perry Rhodan paperbacks in the far corner
of an abandoned closet. Tim Curran writes pulp. Damn good
pulp.
Baroque.
Say it low and deep, like the nightcall of the great grandfather
of bullfrogs, croaking in the bottom of a wished out well.
Rich and ornate, and a little tacky. Think fugue. Like
the colors of the rainbow pigpiling on ontop of the other,
until nothing is left but the darkest shade of black.
SKIN
MEDICINE begins with a wagon ride through hell. A nailed
up coffin in back, making strange noises. Two scared-as-scared-can-git
cowboys clicking to their horses nervously, wishing that
their giddyup would get up and get going. All we need
to make the picture complete is Yul Brynner and Steve
Mcqueen sitting up front - looking thoughtful, amused
and dangerous. SKIN MEDICINE is a tale of wild western
horror. Dark doings benath a lonesome prairie moon.
SKIN
MEDICINE is rough carpentry, at its finest. You can hear
the creaking of coincidence and craft, grinding together
like the hipbones of an antique stripper. There's gunplay
and fiends from hell and Indian curses galore. SKIN MEDICINE
is the bastard child of a burned out Louis Lamour, mating
beneath an evil star with a hopped up Bentley Little.
It's painted dark and rich, heavy on the metaphor and
soaked clear through with carnage galore. It's fun in
the style of such over-the-top cinematic classics as REANIMATOR,
DOG SOLDIERS, and TREMORS. The battlescenes are juicier
than KILL BILL volumes one through crazy eighty eight.
Don't read it for edification, this is for entertainment
only. SKIN MEDICINE is a well told yarn.
Tim
Curran isn't digging up anything new here. Rather he's
unearthing the ripest corpse in the boneyard, juicing
it up with a little snake oil and tom-tom-foolery. It's
old, and it's cold, and in the hands of Tim Curran, SKIN
MEDICINE is solid gold.