My rating: 4 of 5 stars A collection of stories wherein James Newman channels his “inner teenager” (You know the one I mean. The kid that sits at the back of the class in the heavy metal t-shirt, makes rude noises and knows all the latest “grosser than gross” jokes) and the ghost of Robert Bloch in an unholy threeway of corrupt creativity, dark horror and darker humor as he explores the human side of the genre in these twisted tales of madness, mayhem and sick slapstick. Highly recommended for any fan with an inner teen who still laughs at fart jokes. And who doesn’t?
Stephen Kozeniewski lives with his wife and two cats in Pennsylvania, the birthplace of the modern zombie. He was born to the soothing strains of “Boogie With Stu” even though The Who are far superior to Zep, for reasons that he doesn’t even really want to get into right now. During his time as a Field Artillery officer, he served for three years in Oklahoma and one in Iraq, where due to what he assumes was a clerical error, he was awarded the Bronze Star. The depiction of addiction in his fiction is strongly informed by the three years he spent working at a substance abuse clinic, an experience which also ensures…