HERO AND THE TERROR (Book)
HERO AND THE TERROR inspired little attention of any sort; there’s a reason for the neglect, of course, as truth be told this simply isn’t a very good book.
HELL! SAID THE DUCHESS
A short (98 page) tale of a voracious sex murderess, the novel is related in a jaunty and refined tone that dramatically offsets its depraved content
THE GREEN WOMAN
He (together with co-writer Michael Easton) takes to the form like a natural, spinning a fractured, visually oriented yarn that works extremely well in graphic form.
FOUR STORIES TILL THE END
A profoundly strange, jaunty and satiric look at art, death and everything in between by the incomparable Zoran Zivkovic.
THE DISASSEMBLED MAN
The spirit of Jim Thompson is given a memorably demented workout in this first-person psycho fest.
DIRTY WEEKEND
What we have here is essentially a feminist minded DEATH WISH, although this novel presents itself as something far deeper
SLAUGHTERHOUSE HIGH
A bizarre refashioning of PROM NIGHT as an allegory of post-9/11 America, this novel is either terminally loopy or some kind of satiric tour de force.
DARK MATTER (Greg Reeves)
Certainly the only serial killer novel to combine mass murder, quantum physics and a heartfelt dissertation on the ethics of science.
CYCLE OF VIOLENCE
Grayson Perry is a renowned British artist and notorious cross dresser with a penchant for the gross and pornographic. I’m assuming this humorous and frankly obscene graphic novel is at least partially autobiographical.
THE CURSE OF LATOMBA
Here’s an interesting artifact I recently unearthed from my closet, a horror novel packaged as a tabloid newspaper, complete with (bogus) ads and photos. Printed in South Carolina by someone calling himself “Edward Hyde” (a pen name, obviously!), it’s a lurid, nasty, occasionally funny first person account of a cannibalistic serial killer named Edgar, told in the form of a lengthy letter he writes to a supermarket rag called “The Grapevine.” Here’s an interesting artifact I recently unearthed from my closet, a horror novel packaged as a tabloid newspaper, complete with (bogus) ads and photos. Printed in South Carolina by someone calling himself “Edward Hyde” (a pen name, obviously!), it’s a lurid, nasty, occasionally funny first person account of a cannibalistic serial killer named Edgar, told in the form of a lengthy letter he writes to a supermarket rag called “The Grapevine.”