The BOOKS OF BLOOD at 30

It was sometime in 1986 that a certain horror-obsessed pre-teen—me, to be exact—came across a paperback entitled VOLUME ONE OF CLIVE BARKER’S BOOKS OF BLOOD

2009: Bedlam in Print

To those who claim the horror story/novel is dead—or the horror novel is worn out, or fiction in general is dead, or whatever—I’ve got this to say: you haven’t been paying attention

THE SCARLET GOSPELS

Now that THE SCARLET GOSPELS is finally here two things are immediately apparent: 1). at 361 pages it’s far from the 1,000-plus page masterpiece I’ve heard portended, and 2). it’s not exactly the “epic summation” of Barker’s work that was promised