[Note: about seven years ago I had the idea to start a blog that would review horror movies from the viewer’s standpoint. In other words, I wanted to talk about the audience reaction, theatre condition,…
The Cyclist is the latest novel by college instructor, noir writer, and bicycling enthusiast Anthony Neil Smith. I’m happy to announce that Dr. Smith has lost none of the magic. This novel is a page-turner and will keep you up until the last page. It features his adopted homeland of Minnesota and the rough hills of Scotland. And the tension kept me enthralled to the final word of this book.
Long before Hollywood plagued the world with one sequel after another, the great pulp writers discovered the power of bringing back a character, even after he or she was killed at the end of the story. At the end of the first Golden Amazon novel, we saw Violet Ray Brandt dead, a victim of her own psychopathic intrigues. However, John Russell Fearn, the creator of the Golden Amazon, knew he had a hot property on his hands after the success of the first Golden Amazon reboot.
David Gordon shoots and scores again with his latest novel, The Bouncer. After I read his Mystery Girl and The Serialist, I am convinced Gordon is one of the best crime writers I’ve encountered in a long time. His books are hilarious and keep your attention. He knows how to tell a good story, create memorable characters, and engage the reader. And, dammit, he’s already put out a sequel to this book which I’ll have to buy. I’m never going to finish Dodge in Hell or Youngblood Hawke.
One of the greats of 20th-century genre writing, Frederick Brown was accomplished in all areas of popular fiction. Science Fiction, fantasy, detective, mystery, thrillers; the man wrote in every area. I’m sure there were a few…
It’s not often that the sequel to a great piece of literature surpasses the original. The Blood Star, the follow up to Nicholas Guild’s The Assyrian, manages to do this with little effort. Every now and then I put a book down and say, “Wow, I’ll never equal this.” Such were my feelings after I read the final page of this solid piece of literature.
“The Most Dangerous Game” by Richard Connell is one of those short stories everyone has either heard about or read. First published in 1924, the story is about Sanger Rainsford, a big game hunter who finds himself marooned on an island off the coast of South America. He finds a large palatial estate on the island inhabited by a former tsarist general, Zaroff, and his deaf-mute servant Ivan. Rainsford discovers Zaroff has been hunting shipwrecked sailors as game on his estate ever since he became bored of animal hunting. Zaroff turns the hunter into the hunted in his next game, but Rainsford is able to elude the general with his superior skills. It’s implied Rainsford triumphs in the end.
So, you ask, what is this book about? It’s about Moore’s old Northampton neighborhood, which he terms “the boroughs” throughout the book. However, we don’t just see the outer, physical Northampton; we see it as a collection of ectoplasm layers. It’s all part of a multiverse created by the “builders”. These are angelic creatures who work to construct the “mansoul” or continuous reality of the boroughs.
They came around the sand dune and stopped. All twelve of them. In front of the trio stood twelve Nazi Zombies. They even had on the torn black uniforms. It was possible to see the naked, flesh through rips in the uniform. Most of the heads were gone, but some kind of tentacle thing moved around what was left. The game designers overlaid the enemy bots with enough visual nightmares for ten lifetimes. The sheer appearance of these creatures in the daylight startled them. By the time the NZ’s had turned in their direction, they swung up and leveled their guns. The women turned to him for guidance, but Kurt shook his head.