NIGHT IN THE LONESOME OCTOBER
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.
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.
A recent entry in PS Publishing’s Holiday Chapbook series, it’s neither profound nor Earth-shaking, but leaves a mark nonetheless.
THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, which is not to be confused with other better-known accounts bearing that title, is apparently quite revered in its native land, where it’s regularly read to children on Christmas Eve.
Certainly THE NEW NEIGHBOR showcases nearly all its author’s strengths…and, yes, a few of his weaknesses.
I wish I could say this zombie-themed anthology was the landmark it so desperately wants to be
Another novel that falls into the interesting-but-not-entirely-successful category.
In HARRY AND THE PIRATES Harry is back in the driver’s seat. The book overall is far from the best of Lumley’s fiction, Necroscope related or otherwise, but is an enjoyable enough bit of old-fashioned cosmic horror.
An extended prose poem masquerading as a horror novella, this is a wondrously strange, occasionally gruesome tale, somewhat reminiscent of the poetic horror fests of T.M. Wright but very much the product of the extremely gifted John Urbanicik.
Beyond that I believe THE NECROPHILIAC is best categorized by what it isn’t: refined, polite or sparing to the sensibilities of squeamish readers.
This taut and compact first person shocker is simply one of the most disturbing novels to emerge from the 1970s.