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Such a Good Girl by Ed Gorman review

2005-05-19T17:26:01Z

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Ed Gorman, Such a Good Girl and Other Crime Stories

Speak to genre writers about the writers they admire and the name of Ed Gorman will invariably come up. His ability to cross mystery, suspense, horror, and western boundaries has given him a large following in the community. Unfortunately, it has also kept him from mainstream success.

Ask about his work and you'll likely be told to "read it all." Such a Good Girl and Other Crime Stories is probably as good a place to start as any, provided you skip the first couple of tales. They are original to this collection, but they simply don't live up to the rest. Putting them at the front of the book was a poor decision, as they nearly made me give up on the book altogether.

The introduction by Richard Laymon (one of those where one friend writes about another -- pervasive in the mystery and horror genres) promises some of the best stories you've ever read -- morality, sadness, and humor abound -- and urges the reader to seek out Gorman "oaters" (Westerns), as well. You really couldn't ask for a better introduction, but incidentally, Laymon does not mention one single story included in Such a Good Girl, choosing instead to slyly lead the reader toward Gorman's other collections and novels.

Unfortunately, this is the third Five Star short story collection that I have read and, although their books are beautifully produced (the spines are especially strong), the contents have been consistently lacking. (For more indepth information, read my reviews of Jack Dann's Visitations and Barbara and Max Allan Collins' Murder - His and Hers.) Publishing a book without a thorough copy edit isn't doing anybody any favors; it's confusing as hell when characters' names change on a whim, like happens in both "A New Man" and "Aftermath."

The first story, "All These Condemned," has a twist ending but an otherwise unsatisfying conclusion. Next is "A Girl Like You." Rich boy Peter Wyeth can have anything he wants -- except Nora. But who is she? And why does this story have no real resolution? Fortunately, there are some real gems that follow.

"The Way It Used to Be" is the first one to show any real cleverness in style or execution. It follows a teenaged bigot on his search to find out why his sister is dating a black guy. A cross of Joe Lansdale and Rod Serling. "Judgment" (from Monsters in Our Midst) was the first one to show any sign of "genius." Character and plot combine in a classic story of a man who follows his conscience in the face of the rules. "Ghosts" is a more emotional piece, about two out-of-luck characters whose lives intersect. The change in focus is surprising but natural.

"That Day at Eagle Point" follows the lives of three friends through their ups and downs, breakups and reconciliations, up to and including the ends of two lives. It's emotionally solid work from Gorman and it at this point when I realized that I just might get out of Such a Good Girl and Other Crime Stories entertained after all. The centerpiece, however, is the title novella, which concerns the sacrifices some people will make in the name of a loved one's happiness. "Such a Good Girl" has uncommon characters, a gripping plot, and an unexpected resolution, making it near the cream of this crop. "Aftermath," about what happens when a police officer rapes a local suburbanite instead of his usual prostitutes, is almost as good, but it doesn't quite play fair, hiding information from the reader and offering an ending that could not have possibly been foreseen.

When private eye Jack Dwyer (protagonist of a series of Gorman mystery novels) investigates an assault on a young girl, he finds out that beauty isn't only in the "Eye of the Beholder." In this, and throughout Such a Good Girl and Other Crime Stories, Gorman exhibits his true skill at bringing out the darkness in his characters. This skill is used to perfection in the collection's closer, "Angie," a true ass-kicker (from the Bram Stoker-winning 999) that crosses into Lansdale territory again with its completely irredeemable lead characters. What a terrific bang to end a collection that started out with a whimper.

Home Before Dark by Gary Braunbeck review

2005-05-12T12:48:16Z

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Gary A. Braunbeck, Home Before Dark: The Collected Cedar Hill Stories, Volume 2

Speaking as a writer, Gary Braunbeck makes me angry. He's simply too good at what he does. It's not fair that, when talent was handed out, Braunbeck got a double portion while some of the rest of us were stuck with what we could scrape off the bottom of the bowl. As a reader, however, I could not ask for better, and his Cedar Hill stories are the best example of his inimitable skill.

All roads, it seems, lead to Cedar Hill, Ohio. All the stories in Home Before Dark: The Collected Cedar Hill Stories, Volume 2 have been reworked from their original publication to better fit within the town's myth. (Volume one, entitled Graveyard People is also available, and five total volumes are expected in this series from Earthling Publications.)

Cedar Hill, like most towns, carries a lot of pain, and that pain is Braunbeck's focus. That he doesn't sensationalize it is all the more remarkable. The best stories can actually bring real tears from the right reader, his skill at expressing human emotion within the limitation of words is so true. "Safe," a novella of how an incidence of mass murder resonates with the family's survivors (and others), is one of these. It is a thing of beauty, the story that Braunbeck calls "the central piece in the Cedar Hill cycle." (It was also based on an event he experienced.)

A lot of the pain, as can be expected, comes from familial relationships. Family emotions play a large role in the stories in Home Before Dark. In "Safe," for obvious reasons, and also in "After the Elephant Ballet," with is a sort of Field of Dreams, except with a mother and a circus. "Duty," a Bram Stoker award-winner, houses more than its fair share of familial guilt (so much that it must be at least semi-autobiographical). There are also a couple of "holiday" stories ("Palimpsest Day" and "Dinosaur Day"), both of which feature dysfunctional families. These arrive at their conclusions by opposite means while both illustrating that Braunbeck likes to help those who can't help themselves.

"Safe" is the second entry and is a hard act to follow; few could really compare. The story with that unfortunate position, "In the Direction of Summers Coming," doesn't even come close. Another story of the streets that appears later, "That, and the Rain," succeeds much more fully, even when things take a decidedly fantastic turn. "The Box Man" doesn't feel like it belongs here at all, but in some sort of themed tribute anthology. It is so reminiscent of many other classic stories in the genre (shades of Dickens, Bradbury, and Poe), that there is little room for the author's own stamp. Also, unfortunately, the ending is no shocker, having been telescoped from almost the very beginning.

The centerpiece of Home Before Dark is the novella "Kiss of the Mudman" (published here for the first time anywhere) -- a story of music, stardom, death, and the combination of notes that brings dirty destruction to the Cedar Hill halfway house. Along the way, a visit from the "ulcerations" of Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, John Entwistle and Keith Moon, Kurt Cobain, and Billie Holiday enlighten the legend of just why the greatest guitar player that ever lived was a woman. Music fans will love it, and Braunbeck's fans should not miss it. It has all the things that make his work special: the pain, the despair, and the fear, all combined but with each one allowed its own moment in the sun, each one getting its own time with your nerves before they all come crashing down, leaving you with just enough energy to turn the page.

"Rami Temporalis," about a man with "one of those faces," was, in my opinion, the best entry in Borderlands 5 (in paperback as From the Borderlands), an anthology with a lot of great stories. It is also included here in case you missed it, or just wanted to read it again. It's just as good the second time around.

On the surface, "Some Touch of Pity" is a Werewolf / Indian tale, but there is much more going on. In fact, it just may be too powerful for its own good; I couldn't wait to be done with it (and it does go on a little too long). The central event of the rape of a teenage boy by other teenage boys is so graphically depicted as to inject the victim's physical pain and emotional trauma into the reader. I shudder to think how I would have been affected if I identified with the situation....

"The King of Rotten Wood" discovers that someone has to be the recipient of the hidden knowledge of the dead, and why shouldn't it be the fellow who creates their memorial videos? "The Sisterhood of Plain-Faced Women" gives Amanda a opportunity to see how the other half lives (and loves, in one very effectively-written scene); she quickly discovers that "beauty gets what beauty wants." And the book closes with "The Circus of Central Motion," which is told partially in verse(!). Rhythmically, the poetry is uneven, but the content ties up the collection nicely.

Also included in Home Before Dark are excerpts from A Visitor's Guide to Cedar Hill, and a page torn directly from the local newspaper, The Cedar Hill Ally. The art of Deena Warner is represented both by a full-size illustration on the cover and by smaller, but no less evocative, accompaniments to each story's title. Some of these are particularly effective in setting the mood, and all of them are worthy of deeper perusal. The details that went into these is astonishing, especially considering that many readers will ignore them outright.

I simply can't get over how utterly true these stories feel; more so than anything I've read in a long time. Very few of the contrivances that often distract from the experience of good writing appear here. The stories in Home Before Dark are pure, as if they -- to borrow a cliche -- are being told through Braunbeck, and not simply by him. You owe it to yourself to visit Cedar Hill. Just be happy you don't live there.

Plunder of the Sun by David Dodge review

2005-05-06T16:07:00Z

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David Dodge, Plunder of the Sun

"When the nocturno pulled out for Cuzco, we slept in separate compartments .... I suppose I was getting old, but it was a dirty racket and the arithmetic was simple: eighty-four divided by two is forty-two, eighty-four divided by one is eighty-four.

"I didn't want to shoot Jeff if a locked door between us made it unnecessary." -- Plunder of the Sun

It's a first: a novel from Hard Case Crime that I didn't particularly like. Not that there's anything especially wrong with David Dodge's Plunder of the Sun; I'm just not a big fan of the international-treasure-hunt genre, which actually made it a struggle to get through the book. So much so that I would finish other books in the time between I put this one down and picked it up again. Purely a matter of personal taste, but it does make a difference.

Plunder of the Sun is the second of three novels by Dodge starring Mexican-born private detective Al Colby. It was made into a 1953 movie, produced by John Wayne(!) and starring Glenn Ford, with only minor plot changes. The plot, in essence, is fairly simple: Colby, vacationing in Chile (he is fluent in Spanish) is paid a too large a sum of money to ignore, in order to smuggle an unknown package to Peru. (He should have known better, but a thousand dollars is a thousand dollars.)

Before long, his client is dead and a cadre of people are trying to get their hands on the mysterious package, which is alleged to contain information leading to an ancient Incan treasure. Can Colby decipher the message and get there first, or will he survive to get there at all?

As implied earlier, I didn't give two bits about Colby, his priceless Quechua pergaminos, or any of the losers tripping over themselves to get their hands on whatever lay at the proverbial spot marked X. But I wouldn't say it was Dodge's fault. In fact, it was his way with words, plotting skill, adept characterization (surprisingly enough, the females were especially well-drawn), and detailed setting (the author also wrote travelogues) that actually helped me make it to the end.

I liked Dodge's style enough that I would likely try another of his books, as long as it contained a significantly different setup. Apparently, the three Colby books are all similar, so maybe his other series character, accountant James "Whit" Whitney (who has been compared to Nick Charles of The Thin Man), would be more my style. However, given that Plunder of the Sun marks the return in print of any of his books (which is really hard to imagine, given that he also wrote the novel that the Alfred Hitchcock / Cary Grant / Grace Kelly romantic caper To Catch a Thief was based on), that may prove difficult.

361 by Donald E Westlake

2005-04-27T16:00:42Z

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Donald E. Westlake, 361

(Hard Case Crime is a new imprint from Dorchester Publications and Winterfall LLC that focuses on books written in the style of the old pulp crime novels. They will be publishing new works in the old style, as well as reprinting classics from the masters, like Donald E. Westlake's 361.)

Just when Raymond Kelly was returning from military service, just when he was ready to settle down and spend some time with his family -- his brother, his father, his brother's wife whom he's heard all about and is excited to see in person for the first time -- just then, that's when it all went wrong.

One occasion of being in the wrong place at the wrong time and a month later he wakes up in a hospital room minus a father, a sister-in-law and an eye. With no family left but his brother, Bill, they set to find out who is responsible and wind up discovering a little more about their family than they ever guessed, including the surprising significance of their father's last word. But blood must avenge blood, so Ray and Bill spend a lot of the novel playing a Holmes and Watson with attitude.

The prose in 361 is so fast that I had to slow down my reading just to keep up. It is a fascinating example of the development of Westlake's craft. Most of the Westlake I've read came from a much later period of his career (1980s or later), and I've not read any of the Richard Stark novels, but this book seems like it would suit Parker fans more than those of his comic mysteries. The many fans of other Hard Case Crime novels, however, will eat it right up.

Only his third novel, 361 is not as solid and confident (or as funny) as the only other earlier work I had read -- the Edgar Award-winning God Save the Mark, published just five years later in 1967. What carries it along wonderfully, however, besides the pure power of the storytelling, is the sense that, behind the typewriter is a writer intensely trying to make an impression on the reader. And, as usual, he succeeds.

One thing was decidedly familiar, reminding me of the Donald E. Westlake style his fans know and love: the number of surprises present in this story allow for plenty of leeway in telling the story. You start to think he's going one way, and he goes another. Or he'll spring something unexpected, hiding it within a paragraph of description or "stage business" (as opposed to giving it its own paragraph like most writers do), thus guaranteeing that the reader does a mental "double-take." That's the kind of writing that makes me celebrate. And that's the kind of writing you can expect from 361.

Speaks the Nightbird by Robert McCammon review

2005-04-15T17:53:07Z

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Robert McCammon, Speaks the Nightbird

Seven years after the Salem witch trials, the Southern colonies are seeing some of the same action. The citizens of the new settlement of Fount Royal blame recent widow Rachel Howarth for all their recent tribulations, including the murders of the local preacher and her own husband, and a rash of fires that has claimed some of the town's important buildings.

Traveling magistrate Isaac Woodward, accompanied by his clerk Matthew Corbett, has been called to preside over the trial that is planned purely to speed the execution of Madam Howarth as a witch. It the majority of the town had its way about it, she would be burned immediately, but the magistrate is determined to see that justice is served. It is Matthew, however, who is most interested in pursuing the final truth of the matter, especially once the evidence -- although damning on the surface -- just doesn't seem to gel properly.

Speaks the Nightbird was Robert McCammon's first published novel in a decade and was finally released along with the announcement of his retirement. Written years before, it took a long time to publish because publishers expected him to write only horror, that they could sell, and they didn't know how to market this new work (even though he had been leaving the horror genre over the last few books). McCammon became thoroughly disgusted with the industry and longed to wash his hands of it entirely, focusing instead on fatherhood.

This was unfortunate for us because Speaks the Nightbird is his best book to date, even, in many ways, triumphing his previous masterpieces, Boy's Life and Swan Song. It is an epic historical novel combining suspense with a murder mystery, American colonial history, and a little romance, the likes of which I have never seen. McCammon uses this somewhat-familiar format to make several comments about human nature, and especially people's responses to the unknown (and the mob mentality). The accused's foreign heritage (Portuguese, in this case -- not far from the hated Spaniards) and dark skin plays a sizable role in her accusation, but McCammon makes subtle use of this fact. The setting is so clearly laid out that I felt as if I could draw a map of Fount Royal, and I still have a clear picture of many of the locations in my mind. Also, the characters brought out genuine emotion from me, whether it was love or hate. Part of what makes Speaks the Nightbird so appealing is the realism in McCammon's portrayal of colonial times. The amount of research that must have gone into it is very apparent and admirable. (Though McCammon's use of stately words like "gaol" and "poppet" is at first distracting, it soon becomes simply part of the book's beauty.)

Originally published in one hardcover volume by River City Publishing, McCammon's usual paperback purveyor Pocket Books decided to split the book into two separate volumes. (Volume II: Evil Unveiled simply picks up where Volume I: Judgment of the Witch leaves off.) The second half of the story, however, does have a different tone, emphasizing the coming-of-age and murder-mystery aspects of the story, and winding down the story in general towards its completion. Young Matthew defies Magistrate Woodward and continues to look for evidence of Rachel's innocence in the few days remaining before her judgment is to be delivered. In the largest sense, this is about him becoming his own man. He also discovers love and this makes the investigation even more emotional and suspenseful. His discoveries regarding the citizens of Fount Royal are stunning to say the least. Apparently absolutely nothing is as it seems in this town and McCammon reveals these secrets with aplomb, leading us along willingly until he decides to spring another surprise on us. This novel could have been a lot shorter, but most of the reasons I liked it so much would have been lost.

The end descends into the murder-mystery cliche of the perpetrator being discovered and the "detective" (Matthew) offering up his speculation as to what happened. This part is fun, if you're a mystery buff, but actually breaks the mood a bit. Luckily, McCammon followed it up with a whiz-bang ending that left me -- after nine hundred pages -- still wanting more! Also luckily, it kept the door opened for the possible sequel that has recently been announced, The Queen of Bedlam. The author, as stated in an interview early in 2005, hopes to write four or five books with Matthew Corbett (though not of this length), and I for one will be eagerly awaiting their publication. Here's hoping that the success of Speaks the Nightbird has revived McCammon's interest in writing (and publishing). He is one of our greats and should be supported in whatever genre he chooses to write.

Flesch-Kincaid

2005-03-29T15:01:28Z

Just out of curiosity, I ran the review I wrote for the local paper (geared to the fourth- to seventh-grade crowd) through Word's grammar checker.

Apparently, I wrote it at the twelfth-grade level. That's something I'll need to keep an eye on in the future.

In related news, I sent a copy to my mom. She called me the other day saying that several of the words had gone over her head, so she definitely knew that I wrote it.

Home is the Sailor by Day Keene review

2005-03-21T20:31:05Z

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Day Keene, Home is the Sailor

(Hard Case Crime is a new imprint from Dorchester Publications and Winterfall LLC that focuses on books written in the style of the old pulp crime novels. They will be publishing new works in the old style, as well as reprinting classics from the masters, like Day Keene's Home is the Sailor.)

Day Keene's name (itself a pseudonym for Gunnar Hjerstedt) isn't as well-known as James M. Cain, Jim Thompson, Dashiell Hammett, or Raymond Chandler, the acknowledged masters of noir literature. That's probably because Keene's writing isn't as generally palatable, tending toward an even darker tone than the others.

Even in a book with such irredeemable characters as Cain's The Postman Always Rings Twice, there is a sense that they are at least aware that what they are doing is wrong. There is no such guarantee with Day Keene. (In one of his later books, for example, one character has molested his mentally-disabled sister so often that she stays in bed most of the time, just waiting.)

Home is the Sailor is, like most of its ilk, based on the common assumption that a woman who is good in bed can make a man do anything, and killing is just the beginning. Usually the men in these books are about half-witted, mostly unaware of how skillfully they are being manipulated until it's too late. Such is the fate of Swede Nelson, who falls into the clutches of young widow Corliss Mason and gets taken on the ride of his life, with options for the other kind, when all he wants to do is settle down and buy a farm....

Corliss is a lot of the draw that this book holds, her status as a femme fatale is secure, and Swede Nelson is the kind of fallible hero who is easy to identify with. I saw the revelation coming miles away, but I've been reading a lot of these kinds of books lately, and Keene more than makes up for it with the pace of the story (though it is a little on the long side once things start to wrap up). With Home is the Sailor acting as the springboard, I'll definitely be looking for more from Day Keene.

(I do have a couple of questions: How does a guy named Swen Nelson, of Scandinavian descent, nicknamed "Swede," end up with brown hair on the book cover? And why did it take two artists to do it? Although I have to admit that the separation is invisible.)

Full Out Freak self-titled debut review

2005-03-21T18:36:27Z

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Full Out Freak, Full Out Freak

The great thing about being a reviewer is the opportunity to sample lots of independent music for virtually no cost (after all, posting my opinion on a free website can scarcely count as "work"). In exchange for a little publicity (positivity is not guaranteed, but having a review come up when a prospective fan types your name into Google, with an easy purchase link, can make the difference for struggling bands), I get to hear more new music than the average person.

Of course, a lot of this music is, to put it bluntly, crap -- generally someone who bought a guitar, a computer, and some James Taylor CDs used and decided to become a recording artist -- but occasionally I am treated to a surprise: a band who is just a well-connected publicist away from stardom. New Jersey's Full Out Freak is one of those bands.

Their debut album (also entitled Full Out Freak, which will certainly avoid confusion) is full of hummable power-pop tunes written by lead vocalist Joey Aparicio (the sole exception being guitarist Will Harrington's "Little Conversations") that easily translate into mental music videos due to their purity of emotion. (I would recommend licensing a few of these songs -- specifically "After All," "I'll Be Damned," the punny "Loser Anyway," and "What It's Worth" -- to film soundtracks. "Damned" simply cries out to underlie a montage.)

The band's musicianship is impeccable. Aparicio (also the album's producer) has one of those enviable lite-metal voices that can reach every note and Harrington seems to know when to lead the charge with his axe and when to provide rhythmic support along with bassist Eric Berkowitz and drummer Joe Timm (alternating with Skyline Studios owner Jonathan Mover). The album starts to lose momentum in the latter third, but the closer, "Drama", is a stunner, ending Full Out Freak on just the right note. With a collection of terrific tunes and eye-catching graphic design (both the CD and the band's website), Full Out Freak are destined for future earworm status.

FULL OUT FREAK: Full Out Freak

Fusing energetic, edgy modern rock with the song-based, power pop sensibilities of Cheap Trick, Foo Fighters, Butch Walker, Incubus, New Jersey pop/rock quartet, Full Out Freak is a band about which no assumptions should be made.

The Big Sleep review

2005-03-16T16:07:05Z

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Howard Hawks' The Big Sleep

How does a movie become a classic when it doesn't make any damn sense? Howard Hawks' adaptation of Raymond Chandler's novel, The Big Sleep, is a perfect example of what happens when box office potential trumps creative integrity.

The plot of Raymond Chandler's novel (featuring his most famous creation, gumshoe Philip Marlowe) is confusing enough. (Even the author didn't know how one character died.) Putting it on the screen would have to be done very carefully. Unfortunately, after the film was shot, someone decided that Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall needed more scenes showcasing their sexual tension -- scenes that aren't in the novel.

As the film was already approaching two hours in length (and it's a long two hours, at that), it was decided to put the duo's new scenes in place of existing ones that just happened to be instrumental in the furtherance and clarification of the storyline. Thus, we end up with a mystery that has an unfair solution. But, hey, there's Bogey and Bacall giving the look to each other under a haze of innuendo.

The couple met on the set of To Have and Have Not, but Bogart tried for a while to make his marriage work. The couple would wait until after The Big Sleep to wed. (Which brings up a point: Bogart and Bacall are such a legendary Hollywood couple, I wonder how many people are aware that, after Bogart's death, she was married to Jason Robards for eight years.)

Credited with writing the screenplay are two names of great import in Hollywood and literature: William Faulkner and Leigh Brackett. The pair, together with Jules Furthman, adapted Ernest Hemingway's novel for To Have and Have Not. (Faulkner adapting Hemingway? Wow!) Faulkner also did a lot of uncredited work on other scripts. Leigh Brackett, primarily a writer of genre fiction, was associated with only a few films, but almost all of them were classics (and most were Howard Hawks / John Wayne collaborations). A rundown of her (yes, her) credits (in addition to the two above) includes Rio Bravo, El Dorado, Rio Lobo, The Long Goodbye (from another Chandler novel), and The Empire Strikes Back (she died before completion of her draft). John Carpenter and Debra Hill even named the sheriff in Halloween after her (her gender was not widely known by her fans).

Watch out for Martha Vickers as Bacall's sister. The first scene is a real firecracker, and the rumor is she was so good in this film that she outshone Bacall, leading to much of her role ending up on the cutting room floor. It doesn't pay to act better than the star.

Well ... since this seems to have degenerated from a discerning review into a "How much trivia can I fit on one page?" random ramble, it's probably best to cut it short. My original point was simply that The Big Sleep is a film classic and should probably be seen by anyone who calls himself a film buff, but that doesn't mean that the viewer has to go along with the general assessment of it as a "good" film, or even an "entertaining" one. Because, other than watching Bogart and Bacall go at each other in a couple of contrived scenes, it isn't. Read the book instead.

Panic in the Streets review

2005-03-15T14:10:49Z

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Elia Kazan's Panic in the Streets

This is one of those films that looks great when you read the cast list, but that suffers in the execution. It is the terrific acting that carries the viewer through Panic in the Streets' non-plot (actually an Academy Award-winning screen story from the husband and wife team of Edna and Edward Anhalt).

Richard Widmark stars as a military doctor who discovers that a recently murdered man had pneumonic plague and would have died in a couple of days anyway. Since it is communicable through the air, he wants to find and quarantine the killer in order to avoid an epidemic.

At the same time, he is trying to keep the story from the press -- one tenacious reporter, in particular -- because people will leave town, those already infected spreading the plague over the country (and possibly throughout the world). The meat of Panic in the Streets involves Widmark searching for the killer with local police chief Paul Douglas.

Said killer is Blackie, played by Jack Palance (or Walter Jack Palance here) in his film debut. When Blackie gets wind of the investigation of the murdered man, he assumes that he had been hiding something and goes after the man's cousin, with flunky Fitch (Zero Mostel) in tow. (Their relationship reminds me of the Warner Brothers duo of Cockney cartoon dogs Spike and Chester -- or Abbott and Costello without the humor.)

(About Zero Mostel: Director Kazan would later name Mostel to the House Un-American Activities Committee led by Senator Joseph McCarthy. Mostel was one of many who were blacklisted and didn't work in entertainment for most of the 1950s. He would eventually revive his career and appear in A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum, The Producers, and The Front, a film about the Blacklist).

Sprung from a potentially fascinating story, Panic in the Streets is, unfortunately, overlong and contains little suspense about the eventual outcome. On the plus side, Widmark has a terrific talent for palying a regular guy and his antagonistic relationship with Douglas is the heart of the picture (despite Kazan's attempts to do that with Widmark's scenes at home with wife Barbara Bel Geddes).

Also, Palance shows why he made a career of playing creeps (and then making fun of that persona in his Academy Award-winning performance in City Slickers): the man has an awesome presence. Mostel, on the other hand, seems to be only going through the motions, giving Fitch none of the depth that he would endow Max Bialystock with almost twenty years later in The Producers.

An extra subplot or two might have fleshed out Panic in the Streets closer to perfection but, as it is, it is simply a passably tense film of a universal fear. However, I do hope that this DVD release introduces Richard Widmark to modern audiences. Popular in radio and film (he's likely best known for his darker turn in his debut, Kiss of Death), Widmark has an instantly recognizable voice and a naturalness that makes any performance of his worth watching.

A Question About Cover Art

2005-03-14T19:29:31Z

Is it just me or is the picture on the right simply an inset from the picture on the left, flipped and rotated?

Do a lot of book cover artists duplicate their work in this way, in a sense getting paid twice for one illustration? It seems a little bit like cheating.

Can you say "prolific"?

2005-03-11T20:42:11Z

I've been reviewing steadily for the last three years (next month), so I wanted to see just what kind of workload I had amassed in that time, so I took a few minutes and counted all the listings (trying my best to avoid the duplicates created by indexing books with two authors in each author's letter) on my Reviews index.

I thought there would be maybe 300 or so, but I've reviewed over 750 different books, movies, and CDs. Some of them are only a few paragraphs, and others are a full page, but that even impressed me. (So, of course, I added it to the top of the page.) I really had no idea.

Now back to the real world, where that holds absolutely no weight...

Last Pentacle of the Sun by Anderson and Savory review

2005-03-11T16:49:27Z

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M.W. Anderson and Brett Alexander Savory (editors),
The Last Pentacle of the Sun: Writings in Support of the West Memphis 3

"The Seventh and last Pentacle of the Sun from the Key of Solomon is for freeing those unjustly imprisoned:

If any be by chance imprisoned or detained in fetters of iron, at the presence of this Pentacle, which should be engraved in Gold on the day and hour of the Sun, he will be immediately delivered and set at liberty."

In 1993, three eight-year-olds were found dead in the Robin Hood Hills of West Memphis, Arkansas. For months, the police had no leads, until a local "expert" decided that the murders looked similar to a Satanic ritual. Instantly, the police began to seek out suspects fitting that description. Enter Damien Echols, Jason Baldwin, and Jessie Misskelley, Jr., the teenagers who would come to be known as the West Memphis Three. Due to their preference for black clothing, and their interests in heavy metal music, horror novels, and the occult, they were branded as Satanists.

After an intense twelve-hour interrogation, Misskelley confessed to the killings and pointed the finger at Echols as the ringleader (he later recanted). No physical evidence of any kind was ever entered into evidence, or even sought, and what little physical evidence there was at the scene was destroyed. (Read Burk Sauls' "California to West Memphis in Ten Years" for full details; Sauls is a co-founder of Free the West Memphis Three.)

There, but for the grace of God, go I.... In fact, almost any writer could empathize. Writing is by its nature a "weird" profession. After all, why would someone want to be alone with their own thoughts -- on purpose! -- and then presume that someone else would find those thoughts interesting enough to pay money for them? It is undoubtedly this identification -- as well as (as Anderson and Savory put it in their afterword) "the fundamental wrongness of the situation" -- that brought this particular group of writers together in support of this cause. Clive Barker, Peter Straub, Poppy Z. Brite, James Hetfield of Metallica, comedian Margaret Cho, and at least a dozen others, some of the top names in the horror genre, have donated their time and their craft to this anthology, and all of its proceeds from The Last Pentacle of the Sun go to benefit the Damien Echols Legal Defense Fund (Echols is the only one condemned to Death Row).

The lyrics to the title track of Metallica's ...And Justice for All set the tone, and Barker's striking illustrations are peppered throughout, keeping that tone consistent. The introduction is by filmmakers Joe Berlinger and Bruce Sinofsky, who are probably the ones most repsonsible for keeping this case in the public eye with their series of documentaries (Paradise Lost: the Child Murders at Robin Hood Hills, Paradise Lost 2: Revelations, and a third in the making). They are pretty straightforward and this piece is akin to a personal essay. Fiction and non-fiction are evenly distributed, with most of the non-fiction pieces being similar personal responses to the injustice of the situation. In fact, many of the contributors opted for this form, making a good portion of The Last Pentacle of the Sun feel a trifle redundant when read straight through without a break.

A few highlights shine through, though, one being Philip Jenkins' very persuasive "Weird Tales: The Story of a Delusion," which poses the idea that the modern perception of Satanic sults come not from actual records, but from the fiction of the 1920s, specifically that of Herbert Gorman and H.P. Lovecraft. Also, Devil's Knot author Mara Leveritt crafts an open letter to Damien Echols' favorite authors asking them for action instead of the silence that has accompanied these choices being used as "evidence" against him. Otherwise, it's the fiction that really saves the day here. Straub's bookend pieces, "She Saw a Young Man" and "Then One Day She Saw Him Again" are so appropriate as to be downright creepy, given that they were collected in Houses with Doors years before any of this even occurred. Then again, prejudice against the different is not new.

Most of the authors were inspired by the subject matter. Several great stories came from this. Paul G. Tremblay offers up a tale of snap judgments with "All Sliding to One Side" and Elizabeth Massie's "Pisspot Bay" paints a portrait of assumed guilt, only with the happy ending that so far eludes Damien, Jason, and Jessie. Simon Logan's "You Have to Know This" continues with an observation of personal prejudice of the sort felt by the Three and Gerard Houarner shows how "The Three Strangers" dressed in black are responsible for a small-town killing spree. Additionally, Adam Roberts offers up a particular form of poetic justice in "The Afterlives of SweetDeath." Bentley Little's "We Find Things Old" takes a different road, however, with a completely uninspired tale. It has an excellent and engaging voice but is lacking when it comes to actual plot execution. (Perhaps I've just read too many "haunted object" tales, but I was surprised that it was chosen for Year's Best Fantasy and Horror 18.)

Given the theme and tone of most of The Last Pentacle of the Sun, it's surprising that it is not simply a dark and depressing read with no positive qualities to recommend it. There is, instead, sense of hope throughout that the tables will eventually turn and the Three will be vindicated. Still, this is not a book that should be devoured in one sitting. I would recommend, instead, grazing a few pieces at a time. This will give the reader a chance to savor each piece on its own merits, and will help to avoid injustice overload.

Space EP by Lese Majesty review

2005-03-11T16:34:45Z

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Lese Majesty, Space EP

Add Julian Lynch to the ever-growing list of indie singer-songwriters recording under a pseudonymous band name. with his Space EP (at this writing, available free through his website), he shows himself to be a deserving member of their company, even if he could use a good producer to smooth out the wrinkles.

In the Space EP's opener, "Lulled into Nightmares," he showcases his layering style, with different sounds and instruments coming in on top of each other. It all happens slowly and builds to the vocal opening, then ends mysteriously. I wish it had taken its time and led to a more satisfying conclusion. Actually, all of the songs suffer from being too short. Developing his ideas further could only benefit his songs. Lynch's voice may not be the best (he tends to attempt notes he can't quite reach), but he's ambitious and it suits the music just fine. It even adds to that "indie" feeling of the record.

The "wood block" percussion and farfisa of the first song recur in "Waiting to Spin Out of Control," an example of too much musical information in a small space. The backwards drum beat distracts from the melody and makes the whole song sound like a staticky radio station. This is only exacerbated in headphones.

Unfortunately, the sound quality of the recording (what could be a stylistic choice, one can hardly tell these days), harms the majority of the songs, making what could be a really good experience into a merely pleasant one. This is what I meant about needing a good producer. Not a great one, just someone to make sure that Lynch's ideas come through loud and clear, instead of just loud. With digital sound the norm, clarity is of the utmost importance. If Lese Majesty were releasing on vinyl or cassette, it would matter less, but on a CD, it sticks out like the proverbial sore thumb. In some songs, his lyrics are all but indecipherable.

Continuing... "Brushed Against the Saw" makes good use of sampled percussion, giving it definite Latin feel coincident with the lyrics about "monks in outer space." Track 4 begins the first part of the two-part "Soon" cycle. These are the clearest songs on the EP and benefit fully from that difference (though a random marching band sample seems out of place). The penultimate "Black Pig" hardly sticks around long enough to make an impresison, allowing "Soon Pt.2" to shine as it closes the album.

Lese Majesty's Space EP shows a lot of promise and potential, and I think that mastermind Julian Lynch will go far once his listeners can hear him clearly. Perhaps even as far as one-time stagemate Jason Anderson. We can only hope. Until then, email him for a copy and be there on the ground floor of a potentially towering career.

I'm a Pro!

2005-02-24T13:19:08Z

In the interest of finally moving over to the professional side of things, yours truly will soon be the children's book reviewer for the Gardner News.

So ... anybody know what the hip 9-12 year olds are reading these days?

My Eyes Are Nailed, But Still I See by Brett Alexander Savory and David Niall Wilson review

2005-02-22T18:17:00Z

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Brett Alexander Savory and David Niall Wilson, My Eyes Are Nailed, But Still I See

Johnson Millhone spends his day with his insides spilling out and encased in green Jell-O®. It's his brother Morgan's way of making Johnson add to the family's "recovery effort" and he sews Johnson up once a day so they can eat dinner together. Perched on a shelf, surrounded by a variety of preserved organs in jars, is Pig. Pig is a stuffed child's toy with nails in its eyes. Oh, yes, and he talks to Morgan and Johnson and claims to be their father. Where is their mother? She's coming back, supposedly. At least everyone makes themselves believe that. In the meantime, Morgan arouses himself by staring at her photograph.

That's just the beginning of My Eyes Are Nailed, But Still I See, the new novella by David Niall Wilson and Brett Alexander Savory. I'd never read Wilson's work before, but readers who caught Savory's "Slipknot" in From the Borderlands will have some inkling what to expect here.

Although it is an overused cliche, I have to say that reading My Eyes Are Nailed, But Still I See is closely akin to riding an unfamiliar rollercoaster. The first part of it is relatively conventional once you're in right mindset -- sort of like that ride up the huge incline. After the first twenty pages, however, all bets are off. You could be in a dream, a memory, real time, or some surreal combination thereof.

But there's no telling in what order those turns and loops will come. You could simply jump ahead or back at the authors' whims, or even be rereading the same passage over again -- back up, relive it; back up, relive it. You really have to pay attention, and that's one of the main things I like about it in an age when books have become like mass-produced strained peas: to be devoured quickly without a hint of flavor.

What's also remarkable is that, after creating such an oddball world, Savory and Wilson had the creativity left over to craft an accessible storyline in its midst. In any other situation, these would be characters so weird that their motives would be unfathomable, but here their actions are completely understandable and organic to the plot. Kudos also for not accepting the temptation to explain everything away, given that there is a character that could easily have been used to that effect.

My Eyes Are Nailed, But Still I See is very much like one of those films that, once you see it, you start over again immediately, because you just know you didn't quite grasp all that it had to offer. A comparison to Mulholland Drive or Donnie Darko would not be too off the mark, only I felt confident that I had gotten the point of the latter film the first time through. I'm still not sure that I totally understand what was going here (or where Poe's "The Pit and the Pendulum" fits into it) but, again, that's part of its charm: it keeps coming back to me, begging me to replumb its depths for further meaning, and sort of hanging over my head because it feels like I haven't completed a task that was put to me.

Green Man Review

2005-02-14T19:10:36Z

In addition to all these for-the-love reviews, I've been writing for Green Man Review for the past two-and-a-half years (I'm also the Letters Editor). My latest for them is a look at the recent Da Capo Best Music Writing 2004.

The Ring review

2005-02-09T15:33:27Z

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Gore Verbinski's The Ring

Gore Verbinski's Hollywood remake of Hideo Nakata's creepfest is more faithful than it is usually given credit for. Sure, the original offers better atmosphere but I think that a good portion of that may be due to the level of discomfort the average viewer feels while watching any foreign film. This is simply not possible to achieve in a movie cast with familiar faces speaking in (mostly) unaccented English.

But for those who are unable or unwilling to watch Ringu, the original, The Ring is a workable substitute. The radiant Naomi Watts stars in her first film after her breakthrough role in David Lynch's Mulholland Drive. If that hadn't already made her a star, the box office success of this film would have. It showcases her best abilities in a more accessible form.

The Ring opens with Joan of Arcadia's Amber Tamblyn at a sleepover with a friend. As the friend tells her the rumor of a video that kills the viewer seven days after watching it, recognition dawns on Tamblyn's face: she's seen it, she says, seven nights ago, with her boyfriend. This sequence sets the tone for the rest of the film, as well as giving Watts something to investigate (Tamblyn plays her niece).

But once it becomes personal (when Watts and other members of her family see the film themselves), the strangeness that carries throughout The Ring really takes over. It's a mystery to be solved wrapped in the guise of a horror film with a taste of the surreal (shades of Un Chien Andalou); a perfect choice for a cold, rainy night's viewing.

(Also included on the DVD is a featurette incorporating deleted scenes into their corresponding theatrical sequences. This reimagining illuminates the story surrounding the video a bit more and retains the creepy mood set by the feature. The ending is particularly chilling, however The Ring itself will become less timely as DVDs continue to take over the marketplace originally held by VHS. There will come a day -- too soon, unfortunately -- when people will be watching it thinking, "Oh, look, a video; how quaint" and the film will have lost all its power to terrorize.)

Open Water review

2005-02-08T13:50:50Z

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Chris Kentis and Laura Lau's Open Water

When an annoying yuppie couple go on a scuba vacation, a careless mistake on the part of the boat crew finds the duo left behind, stranded in shark-infested waters in the middle of the ocean. For a relationship that was tense to begin with, this leads to alternating levels of blame and interdependence.

For me, Open Water was the must-see movie of the summer of 2004. I wasn't expecting perfection from this little indie flick (from the writer-director/producer husband-and-wife team behind Grind, Chris Kentis and Laura Lau), but I did think I would get to see a tight little thriller with some good fright scenes.

Unfortunately, Open Water does not deliver on its promise of scares. There are tense moments, to be sure -- especially once the sharks come in for a taste -- but neither I nor the person I was with ever felt any real terror.

Nevertheless, the writing and directing are solid -- a real feat given that Kentis and Lau also acted as cinematographers. The acting of the two leads carries Open Water, though. I especially liked how Blanchard Ryan (Susan) underplayed her scenes, letting her eyes show her feelings -- particularly during the courageous finale. Her screenmate, Daniel Travis, prefers to act with his voice, which makes him less effective during the tense sequences as his voice rises into frantic registers unnecessary to get the point across.

From a fright standpoint, I was disappointed, but on the whole, Open Water is a solid portrait of human misadventure. An independent film with blockbuster ambitions, there are many things about it to admire, not least of which is the fact (as explained in the DVD extras) that it was filmed on weekends over a long period of time -- while Kentis was holding down a full-time job. Kentis and Lau (each taking on at least two jobs on the film -- Kentis was also the editor) have taken digital video, really the only way to make movies these days on the cheap (also, the fewer sets, the better, as this shows), and made a surprisingly beautiful-looking film that doesn't show its origins as much as some others and that will hopefully act as a springboard for better things to come as well as inspiring future filmmakers.

Trauma (aka Bonnie Winter) by Graham Masterton review

2005-02-07T19:45:38Z

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Graham Masterton, Trauma

Bonnie Winter is having some personal problems. Ever since her husband Duke's job was taken away by a Mexican, he has been bitter (and won't eat Mexican food) and she has been precariously holding down two jobs: one for Glamorex cosmetics as a representative, the other for her own crime-scene (or trauma-scene) cleanup company, Bonnie's Trauma Scene Clean.

Things take a strange turn when Bonnie finds an odd-looking caterpillar at three of her crime scenes. With some research, she discovers that the caterpillar is connected to an ancient Aztec legend about a demon (Itzpapalotl) who inspires people to kill "the ones they love the most." Coincidentally, all of the victims at these houses were loved ones of the murderers, including one doting father who killed his three children.

Originally published under the title Bonnie Winter as the tenth entry in the Cemetery Dance novella series, Trauma is 200 pages of relatively large print -- which makes me wonder if Signet couldn't have lowered the price a bit -- but in the end, it's worth the extra dollar or two: a tight little package of suspense that fires on all cylinders and doesn't waste a word.

I had never read a book by Graham Masterton before, but this one will not be my last. It has everything I look for in a novel, and more. Plus, its surface similarities to my current favorite guilty pleasure all but guaranteed that I would love it. (Murder mystery aspects combine with gruesome details and entomology to make Trauma, in some ways, resemble an insect-heavy episode of CSI, but with a tone of terror as opposed to puzzle solution.)

Masterton's skill at description is what truly carries the day, however. The crime scenes are lovingly described while not verging into exploitation. Also, the author evokes the day-to-day aspects of Bonnie's professions (and the relationships that come with them), grounding this novella in reality so well that, when the story takes a shocking turn near the end, we are all the more willing to follow right along, even when it veers occasionally into the surreal. Masterton takes a banal narrative and a seemingly-minor plot point and delivers a surprise that is wild yet completely organic to the story. Trauma is a quick read, but Bonnie Winter is not a character that you will soon forget.

Mail Order Bride review

2005-02-07T16:54:15Z

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Burt Kennedy's Mail Order Bride

Buddy Ebsen had many of the same affable everyman qualities of a Jimmy Stewart. If Stewart had not already existed, Ebsen would have made a fine replacement. Mail Order Bride showcases these attributes in a film that was made to cash in on Ebsen's success on The Beverly Hillbillies.

Ebsen plays Will Lane, who enters the film looking for Lee Carey, the son of his best friend, now deceased. It seems that Will was willed the elder Carey's property and told to take care of it, only to give Lee the land at such time as he believed the son was fit to own and care for it himself.

That Lee (as played by 2001: A Space Odyssey's Keir Dullea) is a wild young buck whose days are filled with whisky, fights, and prostitutes does not make him a prime candidate for immediate land ownership, to say the least, in Will's eyes. In order to "tame" him, Will suggests (all but demands, really) that Lee get married -- to a girl in a listing Will found in the outhouse catalog. But the title character eventually comes in the form of Annie (Lois Nettleton), a redheaded Joanne Woodward lookalike who keeps house at a Kansas City saloon.

Nettleton is the soul of this picture and Mail Order Bride would have been a very different film in her absence. Not classically pretty, she still has a presence that fills the screen. I could not take my eyes off of her. Her pale grace makes the contrived-at-best film go down with ease.

Dullea surprises with a hearty performance (miles from his stoic portrayal of Dr. Dave Bowman) in this comic western. His Lee has simple needs and he is stubborn, but he understands what needs to be done in order to get his family's land back for himself. That Lee falls in love with Annie despite himself is, of course, entirely predictable, but Dullea takes us through Lee's range of intervening emotions smoothly.

Ebsen has star billing, but he almost serves as the Chorus, so to speak. His role seems to be mostly to move the other characters towards the inevitable resolution, spouting folksy homilies along the way in his inimitable fashion. He is given a mild subtext that moves the audience to sympathize with him (especially at the satisfying conclusion), but otherwise doesn't have much of an emotional row to hoe.

Still, Mail Order Bride is a pleasant enough diversion for a weekend afternoon. It is bright and colorful, contains likeable characters, and doesn't ask much in return (like deep thought). Also featured are Warren Oates (The Wild Bunch, Stripes) as Lee troublemaking "friend" and BarBara Luna (Ship of Fools) as his favorite lady-of-the-evening. Unfortunately, at this writing, it does not appear to be available on video in any form, so prospective viewers will have to keep a sharp eye on the Turner Classic Movies schedule (where this reviewer luckily came across it).

Compositions for the Young and Old by Paul G Tremblay review

2005-02-03T20:11:20Z

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Paul G. Tremblay, Compositions for the Young and Old

In the introduction to Paul Tremblay's debut collection, Jeffrey Thomas describes the reasoning behind the specific order of the stories: "The earliest stories herein take the viewpoint of children, the last told from the perspective of people in their waning days, and between lie the years that form the twisty path between cradle and grave." Purple prose, to be sure, but he gets the point across: Tremblay has ordered his Compositions for the Young and Old according to "the chronological arc of a human life."

That would be fascinating enough in itself as a concept, but Tremblay follows through with a cache of tales that provoke both thought and emotion, and show his comfort with portraying all seven ages of man. (The title references a track off of Bob Mould's debut solo album, Workbook.)

Some of the stories are better than others, of course, but one must admire his ability to get into the minds of characters and present their stories believably. The best Compositions for the Young and Old are those where Tremblay uses his specialty: a self-conscious style of speaking to the reader that is familiar and comforting. It allows the reader a glimpse of the author's personality that makes it easy for him to lead us into the unexpected -- into a tale like "Walls" with its organic surrealism combined with social commentary -- and make us go willingly and unquestioningly.

Tremblay also showcases his skill at rethinking cultural icons, such as Ty Cobb (if you don't cringe during "Hackin' at the Peach," check your vital signs) and Mark Twain ("So Many Things Left Out" gives new meaning to the phrase "dead narrative"). Focusing on John Cage's infamous composition, the definition of art takes a tumble in "4'33," showing the sometimes brutal effect one artist's work can have on another's. "Annabel Leigh" is less than totally successful, but only because its ambition is so high. Otherwise, it's a fine "haunted house" gothic that references Poe without copying his style.

"The Harlequin and the Train" all but jumped out at me. Its combination of the mundanity of life onboard an MBTA commuter train with absolute out-of-left-field weirdness makes for a fascinating read. The phrase "insanity is when everything makes sense" summarizes the feeling I had while reading, of all places, onboard an MBTA commuter train. "The Jar" harkens back to the classics of the horror genre, tainted-object tales like "The Monkey's Paw", but with the tone and subtlety of a Twilight Zone episode. My favorite, though, is "Perception." It begins as one kind of story, told in a satiric tone, and then slowly becomes another through a twist that plays with the reader's own perceptions. This is metafiction at its finest.

My only real complaint is with the efficacy of the story order. Compositions for the Young and Old is a terrific title and an original concept but I would have ordered the stories by theme instead of life stage. This is mainly because the last story, "Colonel Evans' Last Mission," is a real downer (in addition to being too long) and that would not be the mood I would want my readers to carry away with them. Rather to end on a more upbeat note with "The Jar" and fit the good Colonel next to a moodier story like "Reaching."

Careful reading reveals that Tremblay has a literary style above and beyond the usual spoon-feeder prose. He could be published in The New Yorker if he were writing about adulterous suburbanites instead of exploding clowns and unanesthetized tonsil removal. Even his prose poems speak to a part of my brain normally shut off to that method of expression, allowing concepts such as a staircase-as-guilt metaphor to seep through unimpeded. I don't know if Tremblay's high-minded mathematics education has anything to do with this but, based on the contents of Compositions for the Young and Old, I'm very curious to see what he could do with a novel.

Peter Straub

2005-02-02T16:11:00Z

I just got an email from Peter Straub saying he liked my review of The Hellfire Club, and recommending Mr. X in addition. How exciting! I've gotten notes from authors before (and I treasure them all), but this is my first from the so-called A-list.

If it were a letter, I'd frame it. Unfortunately, emails aren't really designed for that....

Real Time: Siege at Lucas Street Market review

2005-01-28T19:22:03Z

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Max Allan Collins' Real Time: Siege at Lucas Street Market

Regular readers will know that I've been on a huge Max Allan Collins kick lately, reading everything from his graphic novels to his historical mysteries to his CSI tie-in novels. But even I wouldn't have guessed that this would have carried me to buying a DVD of a movie directed by the man. But that's what Real Time: Siege at Lucas Street Market is, and that's not all.

Though distributed by the schlockmeisters at Troma (the studio behind the Toxic Avenger series of films), Real Time is anything but. Based on short fiction ("Inconvenience Store") starring Collins' Ms. Tree character, it is the story of a convenience store robbery gone awry. Former "scream queen" Brinke Stevens (Nightmare Sisters) stars as the pregnant woman with a secret who gets caught up in the fracas but manages to keep a cool head.

As a movie, it's quite good. The set is realistic (it was built from scratch!), the performances are solid (with only one actor going over the top), and director Collins often uses split-screen technologies to give us multiple views of the action. That the events were reported to have been filmed by surveillance cameras allows him to use grainy black and white and four-camera blocks to showcase the action from different perspectives simultaneously.

But it is as a DVD that Real Time really shines. You may or may not know that your DVD player has an option for multi-angle viewing because most DVDs do not take advantage of this. Even those that do only showcase it in a minor way (the only one I can even think of off the top of my head is the Beastie Boys DVD Video Anthology from the Criterion Collection). What this feature does is allow the viewer to switch views during playback, and Real Time takes true advantage of this feature, allowing an alternate view of every scene in the movie. At anytime during the movie, you can press the Angle button on your remote and get a different camera angle of the same scene you're watching. It allows you to be the director, in a limited sense; you could watch the movie over and over and never the same way twice.

And that's not all that awaits the savvy Real Time viewer. There are also several commentaries and interviews by the director and various cast and crew members as well as an audio version of the source story, an onscreen graphic novel of another story in the Ms. Tree canon (although you'll have to have a pretty big screen to be able to read the lettering), auditions, and deleted scenes. Also, unlike most DVDs, Collins has taken real care with the cast and crew bios, offering a look at the careers of most of the participants, not just the "stars." The creativity and imagination shown in the design and execution of Real Time: Siege at Lucas Street Market are sorely lacking in most DVD presentations of films by major studios. Buy a copy (it's relatively cheap for a disc this loaded) and support independent film innovators.

The New Neighbor by Ray Garton review

2005-01-27T15:57:33Z

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Ray Garton, The New Neighbor

A warning to the prudish (and an invitation to the prurient): much graphic sex lies in wait between the covers of Ray Garton's early 90s masterwork, The New Neighbor. Originally published in 1991 as a limited 500-copy $150 edition (with extreme artwork by J.K. Potter) by Charnel House, the book was not available to the average collector until Cemetery Dance picked it up for a more affordable 2003 limited 1000-copy reissue. Thanks to them, I was finally able to read this horror classic and recommend it highly to you.

The Pritchards are a step-family who have been able to make it work. George, Karen, Robby, and Jen get along pretty well -- that is, until their sexy new neighbor moves in and begins to change things. You see, Lorelle Dupree is extremely seductive, and she is extremely open-minded about who she seduces. In fact, she is seducing most of the entire neighborhood with her body that won't quit. Her ways are so persuasive that no one seems to notice that she sprouts wings and travels around the neighborhood enshrouded in a mist. If one is to follow Garton's description of the responses of the seduced, that must be some very good sex, indeed.

So good, in fact, that soon everyone begins showing symptoms resembling a flu and become sluggish, exhausted, and pale, wanting to do little more than have sex with Lorelle and then sleep. Conveniently, these are combined since Lorelle's particular brand of loving causes them to pass out immediately afterwards for hours at a time. Eventually, a previous survivor (barely) comes across the neighborhood and tries to inform them, particularly Robby, about what is going on. That captivating statue in her living room has more significance than they think.

The New Neighbor has the bravura of an Edward Lee and the sensitivity of a Douglas Clegg. It may not be for all tastes with its graphic depictions of sex and violence, but underneath the surface is commentary on social mores and, later, the mob mentality. Author Garton is also making statements about modern relationships and what can happen when people settle for what they can get, instead of simply asking for what they want. All this in a horror novel? This sounds almost like literature, but in a form that is easily accessible to those who might not be so amenable to "message" novels, like myself.