THE 4th MAN

Lurid, nightmarish and ultimately irresistible Dutch art-house chills from, ironically enough, Paul Verhoeven, one of Hollywood’s most successful filmmakers

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

THIRST (2009)

South Korea’s Chan-wook Park does a vampire film, and the results are every bit as crazed, shocking and unexpected as you’d expect from the writer-director of OLDBOY and SYMPATHY FOR MR. VENGEANCE

THE TOUR

A late 1960s Essex House publication that provides just what its title promises: a tour of a most shocking and horrific Hell on Earth

THRILL

By BARBARA PETTY (Dell; 1977)

A quintessentially 1970s concoction that gleefully mixes sex and bloodlust in a manner that would likely be deemed irresponsible today. Set in a convincingly detailed New York City business world, THRILL involves two women, the haughty businesswoman Katherine and the needy hanger-on Sandra, united by the fact that they’re roommates–and also by a brutal murder.
This novel’s opening third reads like a female-centric CHASING HAIRY, with Katherine and Sandra finding themselves frustrated by the men in their lives and picking up the unsuspecting playboy Ted one night at a singles’ bar. This leads to a torrid threesome at Ted’s apartment, and his inevitable murder at the hands of Katherine, whose inner frustrations reach the tipping point when she catches Ted trying out some brutal S&M moves on Sandra.
From there a newly emboldened Sandra takes charge, covering up the crime and dealing with the aftermath. She also rather impulsively contacts Katherine’s estranged father, allowing her reckless nature to boil over. In the process Sandra lays bare her true feelings for Katherine, which reach far beyond friendly affection. Another murder is imminent, and this time Sandra is the aggressor.
With THRILL author Barbara Petty has turned out a uniformly well written chiller whose psychological acuity matches its all-too-convincing portrayal of the business world. It also contains some genuinely winsome bloodletting, rendered all the more unsettling due to the ever-present undercurrent of perverse eroticism. Sandra in particular is unabashedly turned on by the violence, a fact Petty makes clear without any feminist pontificating (DIRTY WEEKEND this novel thankfully isn’t).
The author runs into trouble, alas, in her insistence on giving an unconscionable amount of verbiage to some superfluous cop characters investigating Ted’s killing, nearly turning a compelling psychological horror story into a routine police procedural. The novel is at its best when depicting the twisted relationship between Katherine and Sandra, with most everything else falling flat.

TARANTULA

Here we have a fascinating hybrid, a suitably hard boiled noir thriller with a freaky psychosexual edge