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The Breeze Horror
by Candace Caponegro

Jesus!

I remember seeing this book quite a few times since it first came out in the mid-80's. Though I've read hundreds of horror novels-there's definitely a much larger percentage that I have read than ones I
haven't-I never did pick it up. The cover art was, well, stupid and leads you to believe the book is about a haunted curtain or windowshade or window. I'd also never heard of the author before.

A friend who is also really into horror told me to pick it up, because it was good and 'one of this sickest things he'd ever read'.

Not only is the cover art lame, it's deceptive- neither the cover art, the description on the back, or the excerpt on the front page mention the fact that this is basically a zombie novel, with a some new twists. Like a lot of the best zombie movies and fiction, what caused the disease is vague- toxic waste, outer space, something like that. The book begins when a toxic chemical rain comes down, infectinge veryone it touches. The setting of the novel is an island (Sea Breeze Island, hence the title) where the main characters are trapped. Things are already bad, because the electricity doesn't work, anything with a motor doesn't work, they're cut off from any communication with the rest of the world (if the rest of the world even still exists), there's a limited amount of food and water, there's no way for anyone to get off the island, and those that try are melted into goo. other than the small problems those circumstances present, everything's great. No, wait, I guess not. The unlucky people that are infected grow sick and rot, are in horrible pain, but they don't crave flesh. Their minds still work, so unfortunately they're just as smart, and strong as before, and just to add to the fun, as they get sicker they start going completely insane. It doesn't take too long for the zombies or 'beachers' to get tired of being in quarantine with no food or medical supplies, and get pissed off enough to begin to organize to take over.

The book is divided into 4 parts, and beginning with part 4, becomes an out-and-out, free-for-all horrorfest. I could definitely see some easily disturbed or upset readers putting down the book well before the climax, however. I'm pretty jaded, and there were times when I just shook my head in amazement and disgust, wondering how much more unpleasant things could get.

This is one of those books that, before you're even halfway through, you learn not to get attached to any of the characters, no matter how likeable they are, because at any time of them could suddenly meet a
hideous, graphic fate with no warning whatsoever. You also learn not to be to optimistic about them escaping their situation, or to think, "well, things can't get any worse", because they can. The 'beachers' not only are smart and seemingly indestructible, but they keep developing horrible new features just as the humans start to think they might come out on top. If you like your humor pitch-black, you might find some amusement in parts of the book, but it still starts out depressing and just gets grimmer and uglier.

Try as you might, you can't help but care about the characters, especially the central character, Sandy, and her toddler. While others around her start to justifiably go crazy from the horrible events, or just not care anymore, she manages to keep it together. At first she seemed like kind of a Pollyanna to me, but less than 100 pages into the novel something so completely unexpected and horrifying happens to her which she not only survives but grows stronger as a result of.

The catch-phrase "death is only the beginning' has kind of gotten over-used in horror media, but in describing this book, doesn't seem strong enough.

Since the author makes clear early on all bets are off, and she's not going to go easy on the reader, it's pretty hard to predict what will happen next and how far she and her son will make it, so the suspense makes you want to keep reading...if you can stand to. I'd be reading and thinking, OK, this must be as nasty as this book can get, and then GOOD LORD! Some hideous image or event would unfold that made me surprised this book made it past a mainstream publisher. And by the way, don't even *think* about trying to eat while you're reading this. If you're hungry when you pick it up, food will be the last thing you want to think of by the time you put it down.

This seems to be the only book written by Caponegro, which makes me suspect she's the pen name of another horror author (James Herbert or John Shirley were the first ones to come to mind). Either that, or
writing the book made her so depressed that she decided to go into another profession. I searched all over the net for more info, but could only find the information that this was her first novel. In fact, there's very little information out there on this novel out there period, which kind of gives me the creeps. Maybe most people just automatically blocked it out of their minds after they read it because they were so traumatized.

If you like horror fiction (or horror/sci fi) and don't get upset or nauseated easily, I'd recommend this underrated, little seen book. The prose is great, the plot is extremely original (in fact, I'm now wondering if a couple more recently written novels ripped it off) and
genuinely frightening. Don't let the lame cover put you off- this is one genuinely frightening novel that delivers. There's only a few minor flaws that I found, such as some of the dialogue seeming unrealistic, and a couple times having trouble suspending my disbelief, but the impact of this book wasn't lessened any. I'm probably only going to recommend it to my friends that are into horror, though, and have read some pretty unpleasant, disturbing stuff already- otherwise they'll probably never want to read anything I recommend ever again. And even then I'm going to warn them, because this is one of the few things I've read that actually gave me nightmares. I do NOT recommend this to anyone who wants to read something pleasant or looking to cheer them up. You also might want to avoid it if you've recently had a death in the family, or if you're pregnant.

This one will catch you off guard.

I thought I was ready for this book. I wasn't.

Grade: A

This Symbiotic Fascination
by Charlee Jacob

This book messed with my mind.

That would be my one-sentence review, if I only had one sentence to sum it up. This book will probably mess with your mind, too.

I actually probably wouldn't have picked this up if I hadn't gotten it from my book club- the title didn't do much for me. and neither did the cover art. I saw that Delirium Books made a comments about Charlee Jacob being the new hardcore queen of horror, I also flipped through and admired the prose, so I decided to give it a shot.

Straight up-do NOT eat while you're reading this book. I'm not saying that lightly, or to try to be funny. The fact that Delirium (home of the annual Gross Out Contest for horror stories) made a comment should have clued me in. If I had to describe the book it a few words, I'd say it was disturbing, original, well written, and stomach churning. I was not prepared for this book. It was the literary equivalent of being kicked down a flight of stairs, finally landing on the cement, then having someone drop an anvil on me just as I was starting to get to my feet. Several anvils. The Breeze Horror is the other other book written by a woman that had a similar impact on me (Exquisite Corpse, by Poppy Z. Brite, would be the runner-up); it was so merciless, revolting and depressing that I had to put it down a few times because it got to be too much-- but I couldn't put it down for long, even though I knew what I was getting into every time I picked it up again, because I cared what happened next and needed to know.

The story involves a lonely, unattractive woman in her thirties, Tawne, looking for anything to make her feel alive- especially wanting men to just once look at her and find her appealing. A serial killer--or a monster masquerading as one-- is terrorizing and mutilating women in the city she lives in. Meanwhile, a man named Arcan --or maybe not a man at all--who is responsible for doing the same is trying to hold himself together long enough to... to...uh...OK, I give up, just read the back cover for the plot description, I can't do it. It would take up too much room, anyway.

I'm not sure if I was supposed to care for the main male character, but I stopped once I realized how completely he hated women- just not a lot of sympathy, but not hatred, since the guy is so utterly wretched and haunted. The other male characters range from sleazeballs to literal monsters. There was maybe one male character who wasn't a complete bastard, but he wasn't around long. There are some very strong female characters, especially those who survived Arcan's vicious, nasty, brutal attacks (what he does to these women make the ugliest scenes in American Psycho seem tame). They were the ones I really ended up caring about- they've pulled themselves together enough to form a support group, and finally fight back. In one of the few scenes that wasn't completely depressing, a gang of scummy sexual predators makes the mistake of harassing them, and get the living *&^% beat out of them ("Hey, we're goin' already! Jesus, don't kill us, okay?" one of them begs by the end).

TSF isn't perfect; characters take time to be introduced to only to vanish later, and at least one seems to come out of nowhere; I was flipping back to see if I'd missed anything. A couple plot threads don't go anywhere, but they were still fascinatingly well written. Sometimes the narrative kind of goes all over the place; maybe that's the effect the author wanted, however. Though the book is unrelentingly graphic, enough is still left to your imagination or unexplained to give you chills.

This book is thoroughly original and unique. You won't forget some of the images in TSF for a long, long time. I actually had to SKIP certain passages because I was so horrified and/or revolted, and I never went back and read them, which only happens with me for about 1% of the books I read. If I ever meet anyone who says truthfully that nothing in the book made them cringe (I don't think such a reader exists, at least I hope not) I will run as far away from them as fast as possible. If you're tired of the same old themes, and want to read something different and haunting -and if you have a very strong stomach- definitely give this book a shot. It deserves it.

Just don't say I didn't warn you when it gives you nightmares.

That would be my one-sentence review, if I only had one sentence to sum it up. This book will probably mess with your mind, too.

I actually probably wouldn't have picked this up if I hadn't gotten it from my book club- the title didn't do much for me. and neither did the cover art. I saw that Delirium Books made a comments about Charlee Jacob being the new hardcore queen of horror, I also flipped through and admired the prose, so I decided to give it a shot.

Straight up-do NOT eat while you're reading this book. I'm not saying that lightly, or to try to be funny. The fact that Delirium (home of the annual Gross Out Contest for horror stories) made a comment should have clued me in. If I had to describe the book it a few words, I'd say it was disturbing, original, well written, and stomach churning. I was not prepared for this book. It was the literary equivalent of being kicked down a flight of stairs, finally landing on the cement, then having someone drop an anvil on me just as I was starting to get to my feet. Several anvils. The Breeze Horror is the other other book written by a woman that had a similar impact on me (Exquisite Corpse, by Poppy Z. Brite, would be the runner-up); it was so merciless, revolting and depressing that I had to put it down a few times because it got to be too much-- but I couldn't put it down for long, even though I knew what I was getting into every time I picked it up again, because I cared what happened next and needed to know.

The story involves a lonely, unattractive woman in her thirties, Tawne, looking for anything to make her feel alive- especially wanting men to just once look at her and find her appealing. A serial killer--or a monster masquerading as one-- is terrorizing and mutilating women in the city she lives in. Meanwhile, a man named Arcan --or maybe not a man at all--who is responsible for doing the same is trying to hold himself together long enough to... to...uh...OK, I give up, just read the back cover for the plot description, I can't do it. It would take up too much room, anyway.

I'm not sure if I was supposed to care for the main male character, but I stopped once I realized how completely he hated women- just not a lot of sympathy, but not hatred, since the guy is so utterly wretched and haunted. The other male characters range from sleazeballs to literal monsters. There was maybe one male character who wasn't a complete bastard, but he wasn't around long. There are some very strong female characters, especially those who survived Arcan's vicious, nasty, brutal attacks (what he does to these women make the ugliest scenes in American Psycho seem tame). They were the ones I really ended up caring about- they've pulled themselves together enough to form a support group, and finally fight back. In one of the few scenes that wasn't completely depressing, a gang of scummy sexual predators makes the mistake of harassing them, and get the living *&^% beat out of them ("Hey, we're goin' already! Jesus, don't kill us, okay?" one of them begs by the end).

TSF isn't perfect; characters take time to be introduced to only to vanish later, and at least one seems to come out of nowhere; I was flipping back to see if I'd missed anything. A couple plot threads don't go anywhere, but they were still fascinatingly well written. Sometimes the narrative kind of goes all over the place; maybe that's the effect the author wanted, however. Though the book is unrelentingly graphic, enough is still left to your imagination or unexplained to give you chills.

This book is thoroughly original and unique. You won't forget some of the images in TSF for a long, long time. I actually had to SKIP certain passages because I was so horrified and/or revolted, and I never went back and read them, which only happens with me for about 1% of the books I read. If I ever meet anyone who says truthfully that nothing in the book made them cringe (I don't think such a reader exists, at least I hope not) I will run as far away from them as fast as possible. If you're tired of the same old themes, and want to read something different and haunting -and if you have a very strong stomach- definitely give this book a shot. It deserves it.

Just don't say I didn't warn you when it gives you nightmares.

That would be my one-sentence review, if I only had one sentence to sum it up. This book will probably mess with your mind, too.

I actually probably wouldn't have picked this up if I hadn't gotten it from my book club- the title didn't do much for me. and neither did the cover art. I saw that Delirium Books made a comments about Charlee Jacob being the new hardcore queen of horror, I also flipped through and admired the prose, so I decided to give it a shot.

Straight up-do NOT eat while you're reading this book. I'm not saying that lightly, or to try to be funny. The fact that Delirium (home of the annual Gross Out Contest for horror stories) made a comment should have clued me in. If I had to describe the book it a few words, I'd say it was disturbing, original, well written, and stomach churning. I was not prepared for this book. It was the literary equivalent of being kicked down a flight of stairs, finally landing on the cement, then having someone drop an anvil on me just as I was starting to get to my feet. Several anvils. The Breeze Horror is the other other book written by a woman that had a similar impact on me (Exquisite Corpse, by Poppy Z. Brite, would be the runner-up); it was so merciless, revolting and depressing that I had to put it down a few times because it got to be too much-- but I couldn't put it down for long, even though I knew what I was getting into every time I picked it up again, because I cared what happened next and needed to know.

The story involves a lonely, unattractive woman in her thirties, Tawne, looking for anything to make her feel alive- especially wanting men to just once look at her and find her appealing. A serial killer--or a monster masquerading as one-- is terrorizing and mutilating women in the city she lives in. Meanwhile, a man named Arcan --or maybe not a man at all--who is responsible for doing the same is trying to hold himself together long enough to... to...uh...OK, I give up, just read the back cover for the plot description, I can't do it. It would take up too much room, anyway.

I'm not sure if I was supposed to care for the main male character, but I stopped once I realized how completely he hated women- just not a lot of sympathy, but not hatred, since the guy is so utterly wretched and haunted. The other male characters range from sleazeballs to literal monsters. There was maybe one male character who wasn't a complete bastard, but he wasn't around long. There are some very strong female characters, especially those who survived Arcan's vicious, nasty, brutal attacks (what he does to these women make the ugliest scenes in American Psycho seem tame). They were the ones I really ended up caring about- they've pulled themselves together enough to form a support group, and finally fight back. In one of the few scenes that wasn't completely depressing, a gang of scummy sexual predators makes the mistake of harassing them, and get the living *&^% beat out of them ("Hey, we're goin' already! Jesus, don't kill us, okay?" one of them begs by the end).

TSF isn't perfect; characters take time to be introduced to only to vanish later, and at least one seems to come out of nowhere; I was flipping back to see if I'd missed anything. A couple plot threads don't go anywhere, but they were still fascinatingly well written. Sometimes the narrative kind of goes all over the place; maybe that's the effect the author wanted, however. Though the book is unrelentingly graphic, enough is still left to your imagination or unexplained to give you chills.

This book is thoroughly original and unique. You won't forget some of the images in TSF for a long, long time. I actually had to SKIP certain passages because I was so horrified and/or revolted, and I never went back and read them, which only happens with me for about 1% of the books I read. If I ever meet anyone who says truthfully that nothing in the book made them cringe (I don't think such a reader exists, at least I hope not) I will run as far away from them as fast as possible. If you're tired of the same old themes, and want to read something different and haunting -and if you have a very strong stomach- definitely give this book a shot. It deserves it.

Just don't say I didn't warn you when it gives you nightmares.

Sex and Violence in Hollywood

Ray Garton , copyright 2001, Subterranean Press

Grab it!

Let me get two quick recommendations out of the way: first, the Publishers Weekly review for this book, posted on most of the major online retail sites, is accurate, but the second half contains some spoilers; if I read it, then read the book, I would probably be angry over at least one twist ruined. Second, I would advise you to not begin reading this book right before you have something important scheduled, such as performing surgery, or if you need to get anything constructive done, because you will NOT be able to put it down once you've started. I had planned to sort of dole it out to myself a little at a time, but by 20 pages in, I thought f&*k everything else, it can wait till I finish this book. Took me about 3 days to catch up with everything I blew off reading this book, but man, was it worth it.

I've been reading Garton for over 10 years now; about 7 years ago I got to the point where I would simply pick up anything with his name and purchase it without even bothering to check the price or flip through it (there's a dozen or so authors in this category for me, which may explain my high credit card debt) After Shackled and Biofire blew me away, I didnt think Garton could top himself, but he does it with Sex and Violence in Hollywood.

The plot-- which can get convoluted when I try to sum it up, but it works in the book-- centers on Adam, the son of a vulgar, successful producer/screenwriter Michael (the guy dubbed his yacht the Money Shot, so that should give you an idea). Adam's a cool kid, horror movie lover, embarrassed (to say the very least) by his father, who keeps trying to get him into The Biz somehow. Adam writes, but sticks to poetry while Michael--who may or may not have killed Adam's mother-- is constantly trying to bully Adam into screenwriting. He lives with his father and stepmother Gwen ..who he also happens to be sleeping with. Then Gwen's daughter Rain comes to live with them; shes an unhinged, wild, thrill seeking slutbomb barely into her teens, who wants to sleep with Adam. Throw her into the mix, and things *really* start getting wild and complicated from there. Calling the plot and the novel wild is a ludicrous understatement, trust me. I don't want to say more about the plot and spoil the fun... not to mention, take up a hell of a lot of room here.

One of the things that I enjoy about Garton's writing is almost never being able to second-guess what happens next, and this book... well, I think the book holds the record for the amount of times I've laughed out loud in shock at some sick and/or vulgar line or action, or just muttered, "Jesus!" at how shocking or ballsy some development or dialogue was. Whether the book is describing a wild, dangerous party in Compton or some especially nasty new evidence coming up in Adam's trial, I had so much fun that I was just disappointed when I realized only a certain number of pages were in the book, and it was going to end. My favorite scenes were most of the first half, with Adam, his best friend, and all the sleazes they encounter along the way. I admit, when I realized a lengthy portion of the novel would be spent on the trial (and preparation for it) I winced- but Garton still made it surprising and a hell of a lot of fun to read. I especially liked the questioning of Adam's 8th grade English teacher... youll know it when you get to it.

Which leads me to the usual disclaimers-- if you're easily offended, youll last 2 pages, tops. I'm not exaggerating. The book lives up to the title; a little more sex than violence, maybe, but it gets pretty... graphic . If you view Hollywood as a benign, glamourous magical place and don't want to be disillusioned (or snapped out of your delusion) you may want to skip it. If you are a Garton fan, and you havent picked this up yet, do it fast; it may be a hardcover but trust me, youll get more than your money's worth. Fans of Jackie Collins would enjoy it, just be ready to have the sleaze and fun factor amped up about 70 times more than hers. If you want a fun, thrilling, shocking read, pick it up. If you havent read Garton before, this may be a good book to start on, Sex & Violence in Hollywood (the title alone sold me) is more mainstream then his straight horror fiction- he's got a great eye for visuals (I kept casting the movie as I read the book.. .picture Topher Grace as Adam, for starters), writes some of the best and most realistic dialogue (and the funniest), and bottom line, is simply an excellent storyteller. You wont be let down.

The most fun I had with a book in 2001...grade A

A Flock of Crows Is Called a Murder
by James Viscosi

Fun, sick debut

Why are most of the best horror titles out of print, dammit? Well, knowing the publishing world, I guess I shouldn't be surprised, but it still makes me mad. Anyway, this title deserves a wider audience. This is a fun, sick little debut... although 'little' isn't quite a fair description; though the novel clocks in at 249 pages or so, it's a large trade PB with a nice high word count on each page. I didn't know much going into reading this book other than the fact that 1. it was supposed to be disgusting and 2. it involved real estate and crows in some manner. Part of the fun was not knowing much, because I had no idea where things were going (except that people were probably going to die) and was constantly surprised. Even if I knew more about the plot, I doubt I could have second-guessed the author.

A land developer decides to develop some land in the small town of Selden Falls. As the book opens, he's taking a look around his prospective project-- he plans a plaza with a food court-- and sees a creepy, ugly, vaguely obscene old church in plain sight of where the plaza will be built. He decides it's an eyesore and that it should be destroyed, fast. The town has a city council meeting, and though an amateur psychic senses that destroying the church without a proper ritual could unleash a huge, possibly dangerous spiritual backlash, the town needs the money and votes to raze the old building. Big mistake, big BIG mistake. Slowly, a disgusting and very contagious infection begins to spread (warning: do not read while eating, unless you have a very strong stomach or want to diet).

The book has a fairly large cast of characters--the greedy land developer with some very ugly vices and his much more likable assistant, Nelson, the lazy local cop, Jasper and his delinquent son, the owner of the construction company working on the project and his wife (with a mother-in-law reminiscent of 'Mum' in Peter Jackson's Dead Alive), a disgruntled ex-employee of the land developer, and a very large number of malignant crows. I had no idea who would turn out to be the hero/s, who would turn out to be evil, and who would die, but I tried to guess. I was surprised at every turn- as I said, this author is almost impossible to second guess. I'd warn you not to get too attached to any of the characters, but they're so well written, it's hard not to get attached. However, some characters that you care about will not make it (I found myself cursing out loud while reading the novel at least twice in disappointment when I realized a certain person was not going to survive). I'd tell you who fights the evil and who becomes part of it, but of course, plenty of fun lies in the fact that you'll be surprised at every turn. I would think, "Oh! Well, that's the end of *that* character", only to have them show up again in some hideous way... or be relieved that they were spared a little longer.

This author can definitely write. I was reminded most strongly of the humor and style of Edward Lee. Though not *quite* as revolting, I was similarly caught up in the action enough to make me read the second half of the book straight through (my copy has water damage from reading it in the bathtub, for Godssake) and also found myself smiling (though the humor is dark- but that's never been a problem for most horror fans) as many times as my jaw dropped. Without giving too much away, get ready for the ending to jump out and slap you in the face (similar to the style of Jack Ketchum and Ray Garton). I have no complaints- the book is a little slow to get going, but trust me, it's worth it, and it's well written enough so you enjoy the whole ride. If you're looking for a fun, sick read with several satisfying payoffs, this book-- and this author-- are definitely worth discovering. I'll be keeping an eye out for his next one.

Grade: B+

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