The Slob
By Aron Beauregard
2019 Maggot Press
Paperback, 128 pages
This book gets a lot of mentions
on the Horror Books and Splatterpunks Facebook pages and naturally, that caught
my attention. I like to indulge in the extreme stuff and this one was supposed
to be way out there. Imagine my delight when I was walking through a local
Horror Con and unbeknownst to me, Aron Beauregard was there! I bought a few
books from him (and Daniel Volpe), ready to bust my AB cherry. He seemed like such
a nice young man.
Having grown up in a squalid
setting, Vera became a neat freak, always cleaning to overcome the filth of her
childhood. Life hadn’t been easy, but she eventually persevered, married her
(disabled) husband and was pregnant with their first child. For extra cash, she
became a door-to-door vacuum salesperson and business was booming. In her
second trimester, she knew she’d have to give up the job. But just one
more day… one more sale…
Then, she rang The Slob’s
doorbell. And her life went to hell.
Beauregard is a hell of a good writer,
and this book is much more than an extreme horror gross-out. Vera is a fully
developed character, flawed (as we all are) and very relatable and I really became
attached to her. That is why, halfway through the book, I got the biggest sucker
punch in the gut since I read Let’s Go Play at the Adams’. From the
point she gets to The Slob’s house till the end of the book, it is pure
nightmare.
The Slob is full of
horrific violence, various bodily fluids, rape, dismemberment, humiliation, and
every sordid action you can (and could never) imagine. Then why do I heartily
recommend it? Because it is compelling, very well written and, well yeah… gross
as fuck. Not many books make me wake up in the night feeling nervous and lousy,
thinking of the protagonist. This one did.
This edition has a lovely cover
and interior art by Anton Rosovsky.
And he seemed like a nice young
man.
No comments:
Post a Comment