A NIGHT IN THE LONESOME OCTOBER
I’ve always found Zelazny overrated, after all, and nor am I too fond of the type of whimsical silliness that suffuses A NIGHT IN THE LONESOME OCTOBER.
I’ve always found Zelazny overrated, after all, and nor am I too fond of the type of whimsical silliness that suffuses A NIGHT IN THE LONESOME OCTOBER.
It’s really too bad about this book, a young adult novel with a complexity and ambition you don’t usually find in such fare, but which ultimately fails to reach its full potential.
Surprisingly, this novel isn’t all that bad–even if it contains the expected hasty prose and wobbly storytelling I’ve come to expect from movie novelizations–being quite slick and enjoyable overall.
What this perilously slim 82-page trifle lacks is the poetic charge and dark eroticism of Rollin’s best films.
I normally go out of my way to avoid vampire series novels, which Jon F. Merz’s THE KENSEI is, but its premise was simply too wild to resist: a ninja vampire hunting organ traffickers in Japan!
As an admitted Ken Russell fanatic I’d like very much to say this screenplay is an unqualified triumph, and to be sure, it does contain some impressive things.
This iconic bestseller is perhaps the key vampire novel of our time.
Sometimes, to get to the really good stuff the horror fiction buff must look outside the horror shelves for mislabeled genre fiction. One example would be this “surreal fairy tale,” an impressive 100 page exercise in contained apprehension.
Skipp & Spector (who as of the early 1990s have gone their separate ways) were always at their best in unflinching and intense prose, which you won’t find here.
DRACULA may well be the most famous horror novel of all time. I’m almost chagrined to admit I’m never been entirely thrilled with it.