I’ve been called a snob about translated novels, but in fact my preference for such books is quite basic and, I believe, well-reasoned
Robert Moore was a prolific contributor to the famed smut book outfit Olympia Press and its offshoot Ophelia, under whose imprint the present book appeared
Although I’m sure its author and publisher would be loath to admit it, this historical reverie is very much a horror novel
This is one of the most famous anthropological accounts in existence, and also one of the most misunderstood.
This hugely controversial exploitation epic is easily the best of the Italian cannibal movies of the late 70’s. It’s also one of the most repellent…
Like quite a few (if not most) of Laymon’s novels, it pivots on horny young people, is related in startlingly immediate minute-by-minute fashion, and is a damn satisfying read overall.
MIDNIGHT’S LAIR isn’t my favorite novel by the late Richard Laymon, but it is compact, fast moving and imaginative in the best Laymon tradition.
Get this: somewhere in the skuzzier regions of Astoria, Oregon a failed musician is afflicted with a permanent erection while having to contend with human-sized preying mantises, which include the hero’s own wife
Maybe this obscure exercise in European absurdism doesn’t belong in a horror book review, but it does contain generous helpings of mutilation, cannibalism and demonic possession.
As a veritable epic of sustained surreality this graphic novel is fairly remarkable.