Wednesday, April 16, 2025

Werewolf by Moonlight By Guy N. Smith



Werewolf by Moonlight
By Guy N. Smith
1974 New English Library
Paperback, 110 pages

                     
                  NEL 1974, artwork by Lucinda Cowell                             BHB 2024 artwork by Mike McGee

    This landmark novel is a short, quick read that isn’t perfect but satisfies on so many levels. The very first published horror novel by The Master, Guy N. Smith, this book was originally written when a friend told the author that NEL was looking for a werewolf novel to publish. Guy sent them an outline; it was accepted, and the rest is history. He wrote this in three weeks, and he didn’t stop going until his death 56 years later.

    A neighbor’s new dog (of a mysterious breed) bites Philip Owen on the leg. They then develop an odd kinship and Philip starts getting strong sexual urges for the women in town. So does journalist Gordon Hall, who is bonking a village wife. Philip’s urges become more than sexual; he starts to feel outright bloodlust, so he eats a few sheep. Then a girl. The town and Scotland Yard blame the dog and put it down but when the next full moon arises, they still have the problem. Just what is responsible for the savage killings?

    OK, most of these characters are thin, but the narrative is strengthened by having the setting a very familiar one to Smith. He utilizes the small town and its surrounding hills to great effect. Hall seems to be GNS himself, with a few extra eccentricities (like adultery!). He’s a writer, a hunter, smokes a pipe and is a hero. There is never any question to the reader that Philip is the werewolf. We are with him during his changes and his kills. We live through his confusion and torment, together with him. No other characters in the book make a huge impression, save maybe Peter Pike, a leather-jacketed interloper that becomes a red-herring to the police for the murder of a girl he was seeing. Nope, we know the werewolf did it!

    Being Guy’s maiden voyage in novel writing, there are a few problems, but nothing that deter the reader from having a grand old time. The wad of bloody clothes that Philip hides under his bed seem to live in a timeline of their own, and a gratuitous decapitation by electric saw is only there for us gorehounds, but there’s certainly nothing wrong with that!

    Fast moving and loads of fun, this is a wonderful introduction to the horror world of Guy N. Smith, one of the most important voices in the genre over the last 100 years. This is the first book in his werewolf trilogy, followed by Return of the Werewolf and Son of the Werewolf. All three books have been collected into Werewolf Omnibus (Sinister House, 2019), along with a short story. It’s also on Kindle for you freaks that like that sort of thing. Best of all, Black Hill Books have recently reprinted this title so you can forget about all of those expensive originals. The Mike McGee cover captures the spirit of the novel perfectly!



Viper By Alan Riefe



Viper
By Alan Riefe
1990 Charter Diamond
Paperback, 271 pages
 
                                              

    This is a pretty good read, told in three different sections. In the first, we meet our cast of characters, the orphaned Felicity Jane and her aunt and uncle who are raising her. This part takes place in India where the uncle is working for a year or so, and the local Zaman is their majordomo. The second part is in Hawaii where the family usually resides and concerns a rich family who were left out of their rich father’s will and may explain how Felicity Jane became an orphan. Y’see, the old man left everything to her mom, the housekeeper. The third section finds Felicity Jane, Aunt Helen, and Uncle Bill back in Hawaii and the greedy family trying to knock off the kid to get the millions.

    OK, but is this a horror story? Yes. Yes, it is. Back in India, Zaman had discovered that the young girl had a gift, a unique way with snakes. He saw her as a davi, the snake Goddess of Naga. She could control venomous snakes to do her bidding. That talent would come in handy if there was a group of people trying to kill you. And when Uncle Bill's Jeep was returned to the US, Zaman had secreted a Russell’s Viper in it for Felicity Jane, as well as some tea that may or may not help her turn into a snake goddess in the flesh.

    Things get pretty exciting with the horrible group of brothers and sisters in a cat and mouse game with the child. Felicity Jane is a badass herself and knows what is going on. She and the snake are a good team, and the greedy group of siblings are all a mess in one way or another. It is also good to see a Russell’s Viper used instead of a cobra or something more obvious. They have a formidable venom and are the most common snakebite in India. Gorgeous animals, too.

    Alan Riefe is a fun writer to read. A little florid at times, but he is a competent and smart storyteller. He has written a number of Westerns and romances under different pennames, the super-hip Cage detective series under his own name and a couple more horror books. I am more interested in his comic book work where he penned a few stories for DC’s “mystery” titles in the early 70s as well as comic adaptations of Get Smart and Hogan’s Heroes for Dell. That is a well-rounded scribe in my opinion. This edition of Viper also gets points for the great Lisa Falkenstern cover!

Saturday, April 12, 2025

The Pack By William Essex



The Pack
By William Essex
1987 Leisure
Paperback, 384 pages

                                                    

    Horror author John Tigges adopted the Essex moniker to delve into the nastier side of horror fiction and produced three thrilling ooze-fests. The Pack was the first one and it comes highly recommended by me for all lovers of killer animal books and stories taking place in Iowa.

    A pair of abused and underfed dogs break out of their junkyard confines, tasting freedom for the first time. Five years later, they roam the plains and cornfields of Iowa and their numbers have grown, adding other wayward pups along the way. The black mongrel from the junkyard is the leader and he does not want to ever be hungry again. After feasting on a few farm animals, they finally taste the best meat of all. Scrumptious human!
    
    Pete Reckels is a veterinarian who discovers a few of his clients, both animal and human, have been killed, gutted and eaten. He also got a fleeting glimpse of a pack of dogs in the distance, some 30 strong. He works with the local authorities to try and find the dogs and figure out how to stop them, all while the dogs move closer to the city seeking human meat, particularly penises and breasts. It should be pointed out that most of the humans in the book, Pete included, make a lot of bad choices.

    That is the entire book in a nutshell. I mean, Pete has his relationships with his girlfriend, ex-wife and daughter thrown in there for some pathos and fringe characters get a few pages of introduction before becoming dog chow, but the bulk of this fine piece of literature consists of the dogs stalking and killing and shredding and eating their human prey all the while wreaking havoc of the most explosive kind. Like many Leisure novels, it is a bit padded out (“Make ‘em thick, like Stephen King books!”) and repetitious in parts but that does nothing to detract from the fun. These dogs aren’t rabid, they’re just hungry. And they will eat.

    The sketchy wraparound cover art by Brian Kotzky is more than fitting for this book, with fun little details to be admired. Not as clean as his young adult horror covers for Christopher Pike, this portrait of a blood-drooling canine is perfect. Anyone who sees you reading this one on the subway will stay far away from you!

Wednesday, April 9, 2025

Thirst By Guy N. Smith

 

Thirst
By Guy N. Smith
1980 New English Library
Paperback, 219 pages

                        
                                   1980 David McAllister art                                             1988 reprint

    El maestro GNS starts this one off with a bang that keeps going for the first two-thirds of the book. While it does fizzle a little bit after that, the story as a whole is so good that it’s forgivable. This one is visceral, claustrophobic and let me warn you… you will get thirsty reading it. I suggest having a glass of your favorite beverage within reach while you read.

    A tanker truck full of “Weedkiller”, a highly toxic herbicide, careens off of the road and into a reservoir. Did it spill open? You bet it did and this brand of herbicide has had a few mishaps in the past and it is lethal. A team from the company, including one of its inventors, Ron Blythe, our “hero”, is called in to try to figure out how to clean the spill or at least shut down the flow from the reservoir to Birmingham. They can’t and all hell breaks loose.

    Just getting it on your skin is bad enough but ingesting the chemical/ water mixture is a sure way to become infected. First, there is thirst. Then, you break out in clusters of pus-filled ulcers and ruddy sores. Then, if you’re lucky, you die quickly. The contaminated water isn’t the only problem in Birmingham. Between an infected driver and train engineer, crashes and giant building fires occur. Better pump some water on those flames! Fuck! The chemical is highly flammable. Much of Birmingham is in flames. People are hurriedly trying to get out any way they can. Looks like it’s time for Martial Law.

    Yeah, the shit really hits the fan in ol’ Birmingham. There’s even a prison break, releasing an axe murderer who forces Blythe help him. Y’see, Blythe, a longtime lothario (like all chemists… ahem…huh?) has fallen in love with a woman he met during the crisis. This makes it easier for the killer. This is where I feel the book falters a bit. It’s action-packed, suspenseful and filled with gory bits until these three are forced to team up. They even haul along a brat at one point. The romance blooms too quickly and Blythe is already (unhappily) married. A bit too convenient, I should think.

    Even with those minor quibbles, in the maestro’s hands, the story is always compelling. Nobody serves up the destruction of Britain like GNS and this book is pure pleasure. The copy I read was a 1988 reprint with an OK cover, but you should look for any of the first five printings with a screaming, pustule covered woman in the foreground and the reservoir in the background. It’s a striking cover by David McAllister and is much more eye-catching than the ‘88 edition.