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Book Review: The Beastly Bride edited by Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling

The Beastly Bride edited by Ellen Datlow and Terri WindlingSometimes I wonder what it would be like to be a changeling. For instance, as a changeling, one day you might find yourself getting all groovy with Nastasia Kinski. I can’t think of a whole more to say on the subject, except that when I heard about the book The Beastly Bride – Tales of the Animal People, I was pretty excited. I didn’t hesitate a moment and sent my rat army out to secure a copy.

As might be expected from the title, and my intro, The Beastly Bride is a collection of short stories about people who turn into animals, and vice-versa. You’ve got horse people, fish people, puma people, snake people and just about any other kind of people you can think of. Some of them don’t seem to mind mixing with the human race, others are perilous, and still others hide themselves completely. For the most part, the stories have a fairy-tale flavor, which would normally be a good thing, but in this case, the book is decidedly young-adult. That wouldn’t normally be a bad thing. I’ve reviewed a lot of young adult books here, but to me the stories lacked real heart and punch.

There was an exception here and there. For example, Shweta Narayan’s “Pishaach”, a story about Nagas, or snake people, seemed to me to be more about what it’s like to be a kid in reality. Also, “Island Lake” by E. Catherine Tobler stood out among the rest for being uncompromisingly mysterious and magical.

Creepy Factor: 2 out of 5
Suspense Factor: 2 out of 5
Weird Erotic Tension Factor: 1 out of 5
Funny and/or Strange Factor: 2 out of 5

Final result: I don’t know why I keep getting anthologies. They always seem to disappoint. I just can’t get engaged with the stories. There are some good stories here, but the whole is a little bit too after-school-special flavored for my blood.

The Beastly Bride edited by Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling – Viking Juvenile – 2010

Thanks for reading another one of my book reviews. See you next time!

Eyewitness Reports – Jaime Zollars

You may or may not be surprised to find out that I collect a little art here and there. There are a couple of artists that I’m interested in and I buy prints mostly, but every once in a while I splurge and buy a piece of original art. What with the economy like it is, we monsters with large savings accounts and/or diabolical ways of procuring our day-to-day needs can afford some art here and there. And I like it. Most of the time original art is way better than prints or photos.

Knowing that, you’ll probably understand that I was pretty excited when a piece by one of my favorite artists, Jaime Zollars, was being auctioned recently to benefit 826LA, “a Los Angeles-based nonprofit writing and tutoring center fronted by a fully-functioning convenience store for time travelers.” When the bidding started, I was ruthless and succeeded in intimidating the other bidders with my persistent bidding, and also my winged monkey army.

I don’t know what it is about Zollars’ art. She has this way of portraying fairy-tale-like heroines in interesting ways. I have a handful of her prints and a few original pieces in my collection. Gallery Nucleus has just started selling prints of one of my favorite pieces by her, Garden Secret. The art on auction was part of a larger group of art by children’s book illustrators inspired by the book Oh No (Or How My Science Project Destroyed the World) written by Mac Barnett and illustrated by Dan Santat. Each auction also included an official police report filled out by the artist, a copy of the book Oh No! (Or How My Science Project Destroyed the World) signed by Mac Barnett and Dan Santat, and an exclusive limited edition print.

After winning the auction, I spent what seemed like months on pins and needles waiting for my delivery. I just had to share with everyone when it finally came.

The Package

Woo Hoo!

A Copy of the Book

Awesome Story and Art

Bonus 826LA Brochure and Letter of Thanks

The limited edition print is really awesome.

The official police report.

And finally, the Zollars piece!

You can see a close-up of the piece here. The book, Oh No, is available here. Here’s the link to 826LA again. Organizations like this are really important both to the communities they serve, and to the world in general (That is the most warm and fluffy thing you will ever read here, ever, I promise.) Those of you without underground tunnels, rat armies, and flying monkeys can procure prints by Jaime Zollars at her online store and also at Nucleus Gallery.

Zombie Attack Southern Gothic: The Reapers are the Angels by Alden Bell

The Reapers are the Angels is a dark book about the end of the world, horrible awfulness, and shitty consequences. Have you heard the Nick Cave song titled The Carny? “No one saw the carny go.” Says the first line. It’s kind of about a murdered horse named Sorrow but kind of not. If you haven’t heard that song, but you’re reading this blog, then you’ve probably seen the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. The original. You’ve seen that, right? There’s the scene where the hitchhiker cuts himself. Remember that? Have you read Savage Night by Jim Thompson? If you haven’t done any of these, then your assignment is to stop reading this NOW until you’ve done at least one. I’ll make it easy. Here’s a link to the The Carny on YouTube. These three are examples of dark, awful, shitty, horrific, rotten, base things that a mind might pick at occasionally, but that are probably best left alone. They contain equal parts cruel absurdity and rude meaningfulness.

When I first started The Reapers are the Angels, I groaned inwardly because at first glance the book seemed to be about Buffy the Vampire Slayer except that, instead of vampires, the world is populated with zombies. The protagonist is named Temple, and she is fifteen years old. You discover pretty early in the book that she is an unusually tough fifteen year old, considering that she can decapitate zombies or split their skulls with one stroke of a knife. To me, this ended up requiring a bit more disbelief than I could suspend, but I ended up getting used to the idea. The book is pretty violent, and as you probably expect from a zombie story, is unapologetically gory.

The setting is post-zombie-apocalypse Southern United States. The writing style is informal and has something of a Southern Gothic affectation. So you might think that you’re reading about Br’er Rabbit, or maybe some Flannery O’Connor. This is the second book I’ve read recently where the author has a very pronounced writing style. I liked that about this book. It’s got a flavor. It’s a brave book in that Bell has taken a lot of risks.

People should probably give this book a read, so I’m going to do my best to write about it without big spoilers. We find Temple on a deserted island in Florida. The Earth has been overrun by zombies. Seeing as how there are different kinds of zombies and different zombie infection scenarios, I’ll lay out the basics of zombies in The Reapers:

  • The dead rise and walk as long as they haven’t rotted completely away.
  • The zombies are the slow variety.
  • Killing zombies requires injuring their brains.
  • Zombies are hungry for humans, and thus like to bite them.
  • People who are bitten by zombies become zombies soon thereafter.
  • The zombie apocalypse in question started twenty five years before the start of the book.
  • Civilization as we know it ended under the assault and now the world is crawling with zombies.
  • Mankind has been reduced to huddling in heavily-guarded compounds, except for some few who roam and can defend themselves.
  • The most fun way to kill zombies is with a portable nail gun.

Temple grew up after the apocalypse and knows no other world. She never knew her parents (orphan alert!) and was raised and taught how to fight zombies by someone who wasn’t her uncle. She is haunted by the memory of someone who may or may not have been her brother, and who she doesn’t want to talk or think about. Temple is a wanderer. Not really knowing where she is going, she runs from a man who has sworn to kill her, and decides to deliver a developmentally challenged man to his family in Texas. Along the way, she makes some friends and some enemies, kills some zombies, and opens a can of whoop-ass on a pack of mutants who inject themselves with zombie pituitary distillate. That last part was a lot like a video game.

I know that I keep talking about Nick Cave, but those of you who might have read his novel And the Ass Saw the Angel will notice some similarities between the two:

  1. Both books are titled after passages in the Bible.
  2. Both are written in Southern Gothic style.
  3. The meat and potatoes of both books are the small miracles and black blunderings of an accursed life.
  4. At worst, both books get mired in the heavy molasses of their own seriousness.
  5. At best, both books are garish, morbid, dark, mysterious, and emotionally gripping.

Let’s see those numbers:

Creepy Factor: 4 out of 5
Suspense Factor: 3 out of 5
Weird Erotic Tension Factor: 2 out of 5
Funny and/or Strange Factor: 4 out of 5

Final result: In The Reapers are the Angels, Alden Bell manages to pull off an ambitious novel. My one main complaint was that I would have found it more believable if Temple had been in her twenties. I’m not kidding around when I say that two chapters in, I was sure that I was going to hate it. But in the end, I thought it was a good book. The Reapers has a compelling and suspenseful plot, emotional depth, plenty of creepy terror, some graphic gore, horrific apocalyptic tableaux, and a girl who had to grow up much too fast.

The Reapers are the Angels by Alden BellHolt Paperbacks2010

Thanks for reading another one of my book reviews, and thanks to Henry Holt and Co. for the review copy. See you next time!

Book Review: Martyrs and Monsters by Robert Dunbar

“What’s the worst that can happen?” Recently I played this game with a friend. I commented that if there’s a hell for monsters, and I ever end up there, my punishment will be to wash dishes in a restaurant. Like any good creeper in basements and attics, I hate the three basics of washing dishes: Being wet, being covered with chewed-up bits of food and soda, and working. My friend helpfully pointed out that this might not be horrible enough. What if all the dishes came covered with saliva? What if I had to lick all the dishes to clean them? How could that get worse? Answer: Hundreds of paper cuts.

What was I talking about? Oh yeah. Robert Dunbar. If the question is “What’s the worst that could happen?” Robert Dunbar is the man with an answer. Martyrs & Monsters is a collection of short fiction by Dunbar and a lot of it is harrowing. I’m not usually a fan of short story collections, but every once in a while I’ll run across an author who can fill out a compelling one.

The stories here are varied. While most of them are horror stories, they run quite a range of subjects. Martyrs & Monsters covers everything from post-apocalyptic zombie fighters to murderous drug addicts. From a wildly dysfunctional geek love triangle to a straight-up ghost story. A few of the stories are quite humorous. Some others are horrifyingly bleak. To me it seems like the one common thread is that the characters in all these stories are battling their own demons.

Strangely, the book finishes with a story that is very much like an L-Word episode. It’s about a gay man who introduces his new boyfriend to a bunch of his friends at a beach house gathering. And his friends don’t like the guy. That’s as horrifying as the story gets, so I was left scratching my head. Maybe I missed the point. In the bigger picture, though, it barely matters.

Dunbar’s writing is creative and engrossing. As the background to each story is set up, Dunbar provides just the right amount of information. Everything is full formed. He’s very good at painting a bleak, horrifying picture with only a few strokes. As I mentioned earlier, Dunbar can certainly answer the question: “What’s the worst that could happen?” If you’re trying to save your brother from a succubus, what’s the worst that could happen? If you get bit while defending your children from a zombie and, as a result, turn into a zombie yourself, what’s the worst that could happen? If you think your neighbor might have been replaced by an alien doppelganger, what’s the worst that could happen? The truth is, you don’t want to know! Or, if you enjoy horror: You do want to know, and here you will be amply rewarded.

Creepy Factor: 5 out of 5
Suspense Factor: 3 out of 5
Weird Erotic Tension Factor: 2 out of 5
Funny and/or Strange Factor: 3 out of 5

Martyrs & Monsters made the final Horror Writers Association 2009 Stoker Awards ballot for Superior Achievement in a Fiction Collection, and it’s clear that it belongs there. The writing is imaginative, the atmosphere is haunting, and the sexy witch really does have a collection of – of – uh maybe you don’t want to know. Or maybe you do. What’s the worst that could happen?

Martyrs and Monsters by Robert Dunbar2009DarkHart Press
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Many thanks to the author for sending me a review copy of this book. See you next time!

Queen of Darkness 2: Fever Ray

I love the “If I Had a Heart” music video by Fever Ray. I watch it over and over. It’s not every monster who can say that they’ve found themselves in a building full of dead people, singing a song about life, death, and love. Add to that the fact that she’s a really HOT monster with lots of big teeth, and it’s like the monster version of… of… a fudge sundae or something.

Hey Fever Ray, if you’re going to show us those teeth, you better be ready to use them!

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Fever Ray doesn’t have an animal hat. Animal masks are close enough.

Animal Mask

Fever Ray has an Animal Mask

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Do you have anyone you would nominate for Queen of Darkness 2009? Leave a note in the comments! Be sure to provide reasons why you think so in the comment.

The flying monkeys let our technician out for a minute and he snuck away into the light of day. Thanks for your patience during this difficult transition.
I ated Tinkerbell.

Fhtagn Spoken Here.

... the attic, a vast raftered length lighted only by small blinking windows in the gable ends, and filled with a massed wreckage of chests, chairs, and spinning-wheels which infinite years of deposit had shrouded and festooned into monstrous and hellish shapes.
The Shunned House
H.P. Lovecraft




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