A Head Full of Horror

“French Provincial” and “Southern Gothic” are well known geographically inspired terms. “Toxic Tuscan” will no doubt be added to the list by those who read Diavola. Jennifer Thorne’s gripping horror novel is predominantly set in Tuscany but the toxicity in the relationships between the protagonist, her parents and two siblings has no borders. Central character Anna Pace is in her mid-thirties. An underachiever who suppresses her obvious talent as an artist, Anna opts instead for the steady but uninspiring security of creating visuals for a New York city ad agency. She is acerbically observant regarding ambience and demeanor, and therefore has no illusions about the prospect of sharing a rental…

There comes a time in a reviewer’s life to rectify some wrongs. Gaps in one’s readings and viewings abound and should be addressed. One of my gaps concerns the writings of Gene Wolfe (1921-2019.) I was aware of the author’s respect within the community. Renowned speculative fiction author Ursula K. Le Guin famously pronounced, “Wolfe is our Melville.” He has also been compared to other icons of literature and the arts. Therefore, when the opportunity arose to score the recent Tor publication The Wolfe at the Door I jumped at the chance. The bulk of the stories can be classified as fantasy and/or speculative fiction; Wolfe was best known for…

Knock Knock, Open Wide by Neil Sharpson is set in Ireland. A beguiling backdrop, to be sure. ‘Tis a place filled with folklore galore and accents that melt the heart. Though author Sharpson reminds the reader that the brogue may not always be appealing: “The voice had a Dublin accent as thick as tar, deep as a well filled with old plastic bags and empty cans. It sounded like cigarette smoke and varnish and stout the color of old rivers. Phlegm and gravel.” With a narrative that features an abundance of such evocative descriptions, I thought at the outset that this novel would rank as one of the best I’ve recently…

Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein begs the question: Is it a horror or a science fiction novel? The second question is why it should be an either/or? Genre hybrids are a part of the history of horror fiction, and it’s grand when a melding does justice to the genres that are embraced. In the novel Red Rabbit, author Alex Grecian seamlessly stiches together a fable that incorporates supernatural horror with established elements of the Western genre. Demons coexist with dust devils in this hugely engaging narrative. Set in Kansas in the years following the Civil War, the story begins with a burial. There is speculation that the young woman who died was cursed by Sadie Grace,…

The allure of reading a first novel is irresistible. There’s the possibility of discovering a blazing new talent. Scott Leeds, the author of Schrader’s Chord, displays a facility for understanding complex family dynamics. Indeed, Leeds’s narrative seizes on a “sins of the fathers” motif. The suicide of a father reunites his progeny, which consists of two daughters and an estranged son. Dad owned a lionized record store that he bequeathed to the son. Supernatural horror comes home to roost as part of the inheritance. The father had pursued an urban legend concerning a set of recordings that purportedly open a gateway between the living and the dead. He unearthed the four…

In my review of Little Eve, I dubbed author Catriona Ward “The Mistress of Marvelous Misdirection” based on the one-two punch of that novel and The Last House on Needless Street. Both feature unreliable narrators and the device is again applied in Looking Glass Sound, a Nightfire publication. Looking Glass Sound further tweaks conventional notions of perception and reality and reaffirms Ward’s talent for keeping the reader intrigued and off base. However, the extremely far-fetched (albeit possibly allegorical) plot and an assemblage of largely unsympathetic characters weaken the narrative. Creating effective ambiguity is akin to walking a tightrope. And even the most accomplished writers can lose their balance. The plot begins with a portion of…

Horror reviewers, particularly in the oppressive hot summer months, may feel the need to read lighter fare that is still somewhat within the boundaries of the genre. When offered a copy of the novel Masters of Death, I jumped on it. The description of a vampire real estate agent plagued by a poltergeist who is haunting one of her listings was enticing. Then add to the mix a faux medium who, parenthetically, happens to be the godson of Death being recruited by said vampire to cleanse the property. It came across like a spritzy paranormal cocktail seemingly perfect for summer sipping. Refreshing like a cool breeze that offsets the pervasive heat.…