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.

Friday, March 28, 2025

Bowie Sucks By Karmellah Howlett

 

Bowie Sucks
By Karmellah Howlett
2022 Amazon KDP
Paperback, 149 pages
 
                                              

    I’ll admit that I have never read an R.L. Stine, Caroline Cooney or Christopher Pike “young adult horror” book. That stuff came about when I was in my 20s and 30s and I had no interest in them at the time. That said, I went into this new book while in my early 60s and had a lot of fun with it. But wait a minute… I (mostly) love David Bowie! What the…

    Well, Bowie Gleason’s folks love David Bowie more than most, in fact they named their daughter Bowie. Unfortunately for her, she was vampirized which adds quite a lot to her teen angst. Now, she not only has boy problems and high school, but she has to keep secrets from her friends and father. And then there’s the bloodlust thing. All that and the vampire who turned her keeps interfering in her (un)life and following her, trying to guide her. What will her close friends think of her when they discover her situation?

    Told in first person, you can really hear a flustered but funny teenage girl telling the story. Bowie accepts her dilemma and still carries on with her school and life, fake eating while craving blood, falling for a boy that she will outlive by hundreds of years. Poor Bowie does not have it easy! She addresses the reader in a fun “if anyone actually reads this” kind of way. The evil phantom of most self-published books, punctuation miscues, actually work in the favor of Bowie’s squirrely teenage narration.

    If you’re thinking “Buffy”, well you might be right. The characters even refer to it in an amusing manner a few times. The relationship between Bowie and her father is refreshingly close and loving, too, especially as she realizes that she will watch him grow old and die while she remains 16.

    This is listed as #1 in Howlett’s Crypteen series (which is a great name) but as of this writing (January 2025) another entry hasn’t materialized. I’m inclined to keep an eye out for future Crypteens! Bowie Sucks sports a clever cover courtesy of Ashley Greathouse.

Tuesday, March 25, 2025

Carnivore By Leigh Clark


Carnivore
By Leigh Clark
1997 Leisure/ BMI
Paperback, 311 pages


    A group in a secluded outpost in the Antarctic discovers a large egg deep in the glacial ice. Could it be a dinosaur egg? An EPA agent and a geologist are brought in for the excavation and sure enough, that is exactly what it is.

    The book cuts right to the chase and so will I… there is radiation at this outpost because the Russian leader is, in fact, looking for safe places to dump nuclear waste. The egg hatches and it is a foot tall Tyrannosaurus. The evil Ruskies expose him to more radiation and he grows quickly and before page 70 is eating the humans of Project Deepcore. He’s just a growing young T Rex looking for meat!

    By page 100, I’ll admit, I actually got a little restless. I was one third through the book and all it had so far was an endless supply of humans getting noshed on by a hungry dino. Not that that is a bad thing, but were they going to take him to a circus in the USA? To Madison Square Garden to break loose and devour New York. No, it seemed he was going to stay in this frozen wasteland eating the cast of characters. I feared it might get dull before the end.

    Well, it soon picked up as the main bad guy, Tarosh, becomes even more zealous and starts killing those who defy his orders. Our heroes, the geologist Troy and the EPA agent Kelly, who may or may not be becoming romantic, make plans to get away but between the dinosaur and the Russian madman, things look bleak.

    Yes, this is silly and gratuitous but sometimes that’s all I need in a book. There is a lot of human meat stuck between dinosaur-teeth (not fangs, as Clark occasionally says… T Rexes did not have fangs) and human blood reddening the snow. Also, the temps are so low that piss freezes before it hits the ground but the (warm-blooded) dinosaur seems to get along just fine. Hey, I don’t care. The gore is ladled-on thick, and the suspense gets pretty intense.

    Leigh Clark wrote a few other horror novels and this one was enjoyable enough to warrant looking into his (her?) other work. A word of warning… I read this book during a cold week in January and the freezing landscape in the book made me feel even colder. It might be a better cooling summer read for you.

Sunday, March 23, 2025

From Below By William Essex


From Below
By William Essex
1989 Leisure Books
Paperback, 359 pages

    Every once in a while, it happens. You fall upon a book that seems as if it was written for you. While there is no “perfect book” (other than Eat Them Alive!), when you find one that is this close, it makes life worth living. For a while, anyway.

    An electrical storm hits a power station, sending shit-tons of volts into the ground, flash-frying most living things but super-charging the local leeches. (Shades of Jeff Lieberman’s Squirm- 1976.) They reproduce overnight and the ever-expanding wave of 18-inch (3 feet in some descriptions) long, meat-eating, blood-drinking killers grows by day. They strip bodies, both animal and human, down to messy skeletons in a matter of minutes. Driven by hunger, they spend their days in the sewers and travel up toilets and pipes to seek more food.

    Our hero is Ben, journalist in Iowa (!) who is trying, along with the cops, to figure out why there are so many clothed skeletons turning up. Most everyone around him is an idiot or a narrow-minded fool, leaving him to his own devices to crack the case. His girlfriend Norma is a newsletter publisher. At one point she gets to interview horror author John Tigges. Ben and Norma have this exchange about this Tigges guy’s talent…

Ben: “Better than King or Straub?”
Norma: “I’ve read two of Tigges’ and I’d have to say he’s probably the best.”

    William Essex, the author here, is John Tigges. Reference is also made to Tigges-as-Essex’s earlier novel The Pack in a news story as well. I got a good chuckle.

    So, yes, this book delivers everything you need. Huge print, lots of empty pages between chapters and a brisk, humorous writing style make this 359-page wonder whiz by. Of course, we’re here for the gore and we get that in spades! Leeches attack everything with gusto and seem to prefer human genitalia. The science isn’t important here. Essex gives us basic leech science but then tips it on its end because these guys are super-charged and flesh-devouring.

    My only quibble would be that some repetition creeps in. Ben seems to be the only one who considers that the killer might not be a who but a what… and he keeps bouncing that theory around every chapter as if it just came to him. But I can forgive that. This book kicks ass. When I’m on my deathbed, this will be one of the few tomes on my bedside bookshelf, right next to Eat Them Alive!, Slugs, Night of the Crabs, and The Rats.