In the tradition of the old "Ace Doubles" two-in-one books (flip one over to read the second title)--here is the sixteenth Wildside Double: DO THE WEIRD CRIME, SERVE THE WEIRD TIME: Tales of the Bizarre, by Don Webb. A man who terrifies women, a mystery writer stalking his editors, an old man fantasizing about murder, Brittany Spears revenging her kidnappers, a writer killing people to work out his plots, a magic ring that reveals a hidden killer, a vampire disguised as a syringe...the stranger the crime, the stranger the punishment in this happy marriage of crime writing, horror fiction, and surrealism. GARGOYLE NIGHTS: A Collection of Horror, by Gary Lovisi. At the end of Earth's days, a sorcerer creates a powerful creature--The Gargoyle--to guard the secrets of Earth's last city, Shenumbra. Then the alien Leinites arrive, determined to plunder our world of its riches. But in the process of pillaging the hidden vaults, they rouse the ancient creature from its rest. Now, only the Gargoyle stands in their way!
Don Webb happens to be one of my all-time favorite writers and I never even dreamed he could disappoint me. Well, I was wrong.
I really don't know what happened to that genius (or "mad shaman experimenter" if you prefer the term) who blew me away with Uncle Ovid's Exercise Book -- perhaps he had been spreading himself too thin until the Muses got fed up and left. According to his resume included in this book, Don has written a rock-'n'-roll song, an I-phone app, and done game design, among other sundry things. Cool, huh? The mentality of "the poster child of literary ADHD" (his own words, not mine) has certainly served him well in Uncle Ovid's, a total mindbender glowing with boundless knowledge, imagination, and perversity. But I think it may be time for him now to focus on his writing in a bit more sober mood...
I still give two stars because some of the ideas presented here are good. For example, "The Syringe" is about a vampire disguised as a junkie's syringe -- a very interesting idea except it is written in the lamest possible way. Two street thugs break into the junkie's room and, after some trash talk, get killed by the syringe. The end! I kept asking myself if I could seriously believe that this story, or "The Joy of Cola" for that matter, had been written by Don, or should suspect it might have been fabricated to tarnish his name... Just cross my fingers hoping the Muses will kindly return.
P.S. Oh the publisher -- Why do you have to use such a huge font size for a book that is not meant for children? It made incredibly uncomfortable reading.