The Last Lovecraft. DVD review

April 10, 2011

The Last Lovecraft directed by Henry Saine.
Reviewed by Peter Coleborn

Now here's a daft idea for a story: that famous scribe from Providence didn't write fiction. His cosmic horror stories were all true, and the Great Cthulhu really does bide his time in the sunken city of R'lyeh. And even more fanciful, Lovecraft has a direct descendent living in the here and now. Cthulhu's acolytes have am artefact, a piece of the key that will unlock the door incarcerating the great old one. Meanwhile, Jeff (Kyle Davis -- the last relative) and his friend Charlie (Devin McGinn), are entrusted to protect the other portion of the key. Yeah, a couple of idiotic teenager nerds expected to save the world!

But The Last Lovecraft is a funny film. It's not likely to leave you breathless with laughter -- unless, that is, there're are you and some mates with beer (or wine) and popcorn; then you'll be unable to keep a straight face. For example, who is this Cthulhu creature? Simply solved with a comic-book graphical layout. Want to know how they get from A to B? Just follow the dotted line on the map. And are special effects a whole lot above The Creature from the Black Lagoon? OK, maybe I'm being a harsh here. But this movie is played for humour -- and as such is a great success.

The movie is released on DVD about now.

The Painter, The Creature, and the Father of Lies by Clive Barker. Book review

April 10, 2011

The Painter, The Creature, and the Father of Lies by Clive Barker, edited by Phil and Sarah Stokes. Earthling Publications. $35.00
Reviewed by Peter Coleborn
When he lived in London an electrician came to fix an appliance. He noticed some Hellraiser merchandise and said: "Have you seen those films? They're sick. I mean, whoever makes these films must be a fucking nutter" (page 37) -- the kind of comment that surely appealed to Barker's sense of the absurd. It appeals to mine.

So, who is this Clive Barker? Well, he is a polymath, damn him: film maker, script writer, artist, illustrator, novelist, short story writer... I wouldn't be surprised if he's penned an operatic libretto, composed a symphony, played lead guitar with Bruce Springsteen, solved Fermat's Last Theorem.

This book confirms another arrow to his quiver: Clive Barker is an erudite commentator of fantasy. There are around a hundred essays here, mostly a few pages long, culled from Barker's introductions and articles that have appeared since he burst out of horror's abdomen in the early 1980s. You remember them, surely: The Books of Blood. With these volumes Barker was designated the new voice of horror. With hindsight, we see that he was a lot more; he was not content to be hemmed in by those boundaries -- and in fact he admits that he is no longer the man who wrote "In the Hills, the Cities". He says that those early stories of damnation have mostly been replaced by stories of redemption.

I guess there is just so much Barker can say about Hellraiser or Nightbreed without repeating himself, and the several introductions to these films, and his books, confirm this. But when he is allowed to meander off to other areas in the field, to the events that surround the films and stories, to the people and events and places that affected him,  and, especially, when he writes about himself,  then you get a flavour of the real Barker. He comes across as a passionate man (for example, he comments acutely on taboo and censorship: "Two steps beyond the perimeters of Good Taste is where the best journeys begin") and with a touching humility about the things that made him the person he was, the man he became. I suggest that the reader takes his/her time and not read this book in sequence, or in one (long) sitting. Delve into it now and again, pick and choose. Savour it as one would a box of Thornton's chocolates.

At FantasyCon 2008 Clive Barker gave an off-the-cuff speech about the fantasy genre -- although he in fact condemned the use of "genre" -- saying that we (fantasy writers and readers) must think bigger than that. When reading these essays I can hear his conviction -- his passion. If you haven't had the opportunity to hear his words in person, this collection gives everyone the great opportunity to learn a little about Clive Barker, about what makes his blood flow, his lungs inflate, his brain fizz.


Rude Awakenings of a Jane Austen Addict by Laurie Viera Rigler. Book review

April 1, 2011

Rude Awakenings of a Jane Austen Addict by Laurie Viera Rigler. Bloomsbury (2011) '7.99.

Reviewed by Jan Edwards

The title pretty much sums up the plot. Jane Mansfield, an ardent Jane Austen fan circa 1813 wakes up as 21st century Jane Austen fan, Courtney Stone, living in the LA of 2011. Or did Courtney really just lose her memory and slide into a fantasy Austen persona after hitting her head in the swimming pool?

The premise is one of 19th C Jane with all the usual innocence and skills of a fan-flapping 19th century debutante, swapping places with 21st century Courtney, a film exec's PA.

There are plot devices here that leave you wondering if we are following Jane or Courtney, such as meetings with the Gypsy fortune teller in a down town bar, and slippage into Jane's old life. In the end I am not sure I cared very much as I could not see it as anything more than a rather anaemic role reversal of the TV programme Lost in Austen. It's not badly written, but is basically a rather slight romance, with not enough input from the 'Courtney' side of the equation to persuade me that it has real fantasy credentials.


Radiant Shadows / Darkest Mercy by Melissa Marr. Book reviews

April 1, 2011

Radiant Shadows and Darkest Mercy (Wicked Lovely, books 4 and 5) by Melissa Marr. HarperCollins '6.99 each

Reviewed by Debbie Bennett

Radiant Shadows continues the YA urban fantasy series Wicked Lovely. Here we meet Ani, half-faery/ half-mortal and unable to feel fully accepted by either. Characters from earlier books are mentioned in passing in the first half and add some back-story, but it's not until well into the second half of the book that Ani's place in both worlds is really put into context.

For me this was a real disappointment after reading the first three volumes and loving them so much. I didn't even know there was a book four until I got a review copy of number five, and to be honest, I wish I'd remained blissfully ignorant.

I love the concept and I loved the characters in the first three books. For me Radiant Shadows lacked depth and passion. The 'rules' of the mortal world and Faerie got so complex that I literally lost the plot and couldn't work out who was related to who, who could touch/feed from/kill who ' and after a while I gave up caring. This reads like Marr was told by her publishers that the first three books did really well and she should write another one, but her heart wasn't really in it.

Book five of the series, Darkest Mercy, returns to the characters from the earlier books, even though it's set immediately after the end of book four. Clearly these are people that Marr is more comfortable with; we're back to a much simpler storyline and therefore have more chance to focus on the characters and what they want. Aislinn and Keenan, the Summer Queen and King, are finally growing up and growing into the new roles and Faerie is changing with them. All the loose ends are drawn together with a resolution for all and the surprising twist at the end worked perfectly.

This book has far more depth to it and the relationships between the characters have real motivation. I read this almost in one sitting which says something for the storyline. Overall a great series, slightly let down by the fourth book, but definitely worth reading as a whole.


The Aurora Teagarden Mysteries by Charlaine Harris. Book review

April 1, 2011

The Aurora Teagarden Mysteries Omnibus 2 by Charlaine Harris. Gollancz '18.99

Reviewed by Jan Edwards

Aurora 'Roe' Teagarden is a genteel southern-gal. A librarian who inherited some money and property and need never work again, and though she adores her new husband, and  stills does a few hours at the library just for fun, Aurora is plain bored. She is just not cut out to be a tea-drinking lady of leisure. So when a body quite literally drops from the sky, she sees it as a heaven sent opportunity to become embroiled in the murder investigation. 

Thus begins the first of four novels in this thumping great 700+ page omnibus of crime fiction which includes four Aurora novels: Dead Over Heels, A Fool And His Honey, Last Scene Alive and Poppy Done To Death.

These gentle and humorous crime mysteries are very different to the Sookie Stackhouse: True Blood volumes that have made Harris famous, but they are fun, predominantly due to the wicked sense of fun that she imbues all of her writing with. Rather like our own Miss Marples' Mary St Mead, Aurora's small town of Lawrenceton, Georgia, is awash with murder and gossip and eccentricity and in truth there are quite a few comparisons to be made between the two feisty amateur lady detectives. Light reading and good value for those who want to curl up in a comfy chair and enjoy a who-dunnit or four.


The Bride that Time Forgot by Paul Magrs. Book review

April 1, 2011

The Bride That Time Forgot by Paul Magrs. Headline (2011) '7.99

Reviewed by Jan Edwards

This is the fifth book about Brenda: famous Whitby landlady, and original bride of Frankenstein's monster.

Those already familiar with Brenda and will recognise many of the characters that have come to Whitby for a jolly, slaying, Christmas celebration. There is Brenda's old friend, the vampire slaying Professor Henry Cleavis; we have Brenda's best pal, Effie, who has new live-in lover, none other than the suave and creepy Kristoff Alucard. We have Robert the gay hotel manager who has a new, green-tinged, boyfriend names Gila, who is the indentured man-servant to Marjorie Staynes, who is in turn owner of the new bookshop and founder of a cult dedicated to mysterious Victorian SF writer Beatrice Mapp. And lastly there is Penny, who has joined the cult and is in danger of being sucked into a parallel universe.

I suspect newcomers might be a touch confused as some of the plot lines and sub-characters, such as the evil Mrs Claus, but I am not sure it matters over much. This is pure fun and understanding plots and keeping track of characters is really not all that important. The Bride That Time Forgot wreaks havoc across the entire gamut of fantasy tropes, and a passing game 'spot the Victorian and Edwardian Literature Heroes', whilst reading adds a further dimension, as you try to recall where and when this name and that plot originated.

Those who have read previous books, or heard the radio plays, about Brenda and the rest of the Whitby gang will adore this new romp. Newcomers are in for a treat because The Bride That Time Forgot is a slice of sheer unadulterated silliness that is very hard to resist.



The Black Book of Modern Myths… by Alasdair Wickham. Book review

April 1, 2011

The Black Book Of Modern Myths: True Stories Of The Unexplained by Alasdair Wickham. Century '14.99

Reviewed by Mike Chinn

Oh dear ' still on the cover and we're already in trouble. 'Modern Myths ' True Stories. If something's a myth, can it be considered true?

Alasdair Wickham is the pseudonym of writer James Buxton: a firm believer in the supernatural and author of horror novels Subterranean, Strange, The Wishing Tree and Pity. But his underlying beliefs make him more than usually credulous ' willing to give any of the reported cases the benefit of the doubt, where another, more sceptical, writer might take a couple of deep breaths and a step back.

The main text is interspersed with short, boxed incidents from all over the world. Not only do these boxes constantly interrupt the flow, names and dates are conspicuously missing, making it all but impossible for them to be followed up; and most read as simple folklore, anyway. I have to question their value beyond padding.

Most of the usual suspects are paraded throughout the chapters: hauntings and haunted Hollywood movies, Mothman, the Almasty (which he seems to consider a spirit form rather than a possible relict), poltergeists, wiccans, satanists, remote viewing' Murder cases are ressurected and considered as ritual sacrifices ' an interesting idea he fatally weakens by giving the date of one murder a ritual significance by switching from the Gregorian calendar to the Julian. If the facts don't fit ' change the facts. He looks at the Cornish Owlman appearances and the interest taken by local man Tony Shiels; failing to mention that this is the notorious 'Doc' Shiels: fortean prankster and magician. Shoddy journalism? Or a tacit acknowledgement that Shiels' twinkly-eyed involvement automatically raises more questions than it answers? He takes at face value Soviet claims of successful remote viewing (and remote killing); cites a typically unnamed man from California as being in a 'loving 'heterosexual' relationship with a succubus' and who has now set up a forum on that bastion of the truth, the Internet'

If your beliefs coincide with Wickham's uncritical worldview, then this might interest you; if you're of a more sceptical, fortean mind, then I doubt you'll find anything new or of interest in this book.


Dog Blood by David Moody. Book review

April 1, 2011

Dog Blood by David Moody. Gollancz (2010) '7.99

Reviewed by Matthew Johns

Reading the back cover, one could be forgiven for thinking that this book sounds very like the film 28 Days Later. ' the concept of the world being torn into two factions by an unknown event or catalyst into the Unchanged (normal people) and the Haters (people suddenly imbued with an overriding urge to kill the Unchanged).

Moody's novels differ from the standard zombie apocalypse fare by making the Haters more than just mindless killing machines. One of the main protagonists in this book, Danny McCoyne, is a Hater. Having had his entire world fall apart, he decides that he wants to go and find the only thing in the world that matters to him: his five-year-old daughter, who is also a Hater.

The other central character is Mark Tillotsen; one of the Unchanged. Tillotsen shares a single hotel room with his wife, his sister and his wife's parents in a city that has become a heavily guarded refugee camp.

Moody has very cleverly taken what has become a standard horror/thriller genre, and made it his own by making the reader empathise with some of the Haters. His prose flows well, and he avoids many of the clich's that abound throughout this genre. The characters are believable, and this reviewer couldn't put it down. If you enjoyed 28 Days Later or I Am Legend, then pick up one of Moody's books.


Changes by Jim Butcher. Book review

April 1, 2011

Changes (Dresden Files series) by Jim Butcher. Orbit, '7.99

Reviewed by Jan Edwards

The Dresden Files have been around for a while now, and the wise-cracking, magical gumshoe Harry Dresden is a well established favourite in the field of Urban Fantasy.

In Changes Harry is shocked by the return of his half vampire ex-girl friend, Susan, who informs him that he/they have a six year old daughter. And that child has been kidnapped by Arianna, his arch enemy amongst the vampires of the Red Court in order to perform an ancient Aztec blood ritual that will assassinate not just the child, but every blood relative that Harry and Susan have; be they human, vampire, or anything in-between.

In my opinion ' it's pretty dammed hard to say much about this book that isn't 'gosh' or 'wow'. I read it in a sitting and loved pretty much every sentence. That isn't to say that I found a few of the plot lines somewhat circuitous; and, if I am honest, Susan can be a real whining pain in the arse at times.

But Changes takes a huge detour from the usual Dresden File ending. The 540 page novel rushes (largely) headlong to a totally surprising, and shocking, d'nouement, with revelations and twists along the way that few but the most ardent Dresden reader could predict. So much recommended it almost hurts.


The Holmes Affair by Graham Moore. Book review

March 29, 2011

The Holmes Affair by Graham Moore. Century '12.99

Reviewed by Mike Chinn

New York 2010: Harold White ' just inducted into the Baker Street Irregulars ' investigates the murder of Doylean scholar Alex Cale at the Algonquin Hotel; a murder that has echoes many famous Holmesian cases and revolves around a lost diary of Arthur Conan Doyle. In the London of 1900, Doyle himself, angry and perplexed by the public reaction to him killing off his loathed consulting detective, and goaded by Scotland Yard's apparent indifference to both a girl's gruesome murder and a letter bomb sent to Doyle, vows to solve the mystery himself.

Moore has a history of scripting for TV and film, and it shows in the short, snappy chapters, flipping back and forth effortlessly over a hundred years. The story never flags as each character, along with their own particular Watson (Bram Stoker in Doyle's case, reporter Sarah Lindsay in Harold's), follows clues, is lead up blind alleys, theatened and tailed. The end of gas-lit London is well evoked: electric lighting slowly replacing it, driving back the foggy shadows in which Holmes' world forever hid. The diary is the book's McGuffin: illusory, forever out of sight, constantly being chased; the very axis of the mystery. Why did Doyle go back to writing about Holmes after several years (beginning with The Hound of the Baskervilles)? And why is the later Holmes so much darker than the pre-Reichenbach Falls version? What happened to Doyle during the intervening years ' and will it be in the diary?

I have a few minor quibbles: some unfortunate Americanisms find their way into Victorian England, especially towards the book's end, as though author or editor were growing careless. Autumn is constantly referred to as Fall; and I'm sure no one, not even the youngest, most radical of suffragists, would refer to someone as 'you dummy.' Many of the minor charaters in 1901 sound like they've just stepped off the set of a Basil Rathbone-Holmes movie (although I grant that might be deliberate ' contemporary Brits sound genuine enough). But these are tiny faults and easily ignored. Highly recommended.

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