Thursday, October 23, 2014

Book Review : Ed Kurtz - Dead Trash : A Zombie Exploitation Quadruple Feature (2013)


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Sending Zeke to Hell was all Irma had.

Some of my favourite moments of my late high school/early college years were spent in the basement of my friend Bob, exploring the rich legacy of B-movies at our local video club like two young and horny Indiana Jones with nowhere else to go. This is the closest I've ever been to drive-in/exploitation culture, a phenomenon that died down around the time I was born. It's been extremely difficult ever since to find works that could replicate the same energy, the same earnest desire to sell you the insane and unhealthy ideas. Ed Kurtz' novella DEAD TRASH is more of a polite love letter to B-movies than a bona fide revival of the movement's philosophy, but it's accuracy and its untamed originality had the effect of a charleyhorse on my nostalgia muscle.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Book Review : Daniel Friedman - Don't Ever Look Back (2014)


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''A man's trustworthy only until you leave him alone with something that's worth more to him than his reputation.''

I have a soft spot for senior citizens. They are all facing the unique and terrifying ordeal of becoming more fragile and vulnerable by the day in complete solitude. The lucky ones lose their mind before their body gives up on them, but the process of natural death is equally frightening for everyone. Some go through it with more gusto than others, though, like Buck Schatz. Daniel Friedman's elderly hardboiled detective made a spectular debut in 2012 with DON'T EVER GET OLD, a novel with much sharper fangs than your run-of-the-mill detective mystery. Guess what? He is back in 2014, older and meaner than before in DON'T EVER LOOK BACK

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Book Review : Stephen Graham Jones - The Least of My Scars (2013)


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My name is William Colton Hughes. You haven't heard of me.

Columbine was a paradigm shift in Occidental culture. America spent over three decades being afraid of serial killers like David Berkowitz, Ted Bundy and the immortal Zodiac, so much that transcendent fictional alter egos like Hannibal Lecter and Patrick Bateman were created. Then, one fateful morning, a more terrifying and unpredictable menace became the object of media obsessions and rendered serial killers obsolete. That doesn't mean they ceased to exist. If anything, this era might be some sort of golden years for serial killers, sheltered from media scrutiny. We have no way to know. THE LEAST OF MY SCARS, by Stephen Graham Jones is a novel that gives serial killer fiction a brand new set of fangs for this boogeyman to chew its way out of cultural oblivion.