![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Once you're aloft, that's when you discover there's no parachute, no eject button, and the pilot makes Murdock from The A-Team look like the poster child for mental fitness. Laymon's writing is what it is, aspiring to no literary pretension, often taking off like a Navy fighter jet catapulted off a carrier over open water and never slowing down. He brings the creeps, he brings the humor, he brings the bumbling immaturity of the direct-to-video B-grade horror film to life in his prose, and he does so without apology or expectation that you'll treat it as anything less than what it is. What's more, if you're a Laymon fan, then no other writer comes close to what he offers. People can argue the merits of Barker, Campbell, Herbert, and Simmons, some of the most literary horror authors the genre has birthed, until the cows come home, but Laymon brooks no debate - he was the literal incarnation of the guy you either love to death or you cannot stand, and I fall unashamedly in the first camp. Laymon's been a polarizing force in the world of horror since the publication of this book in 1980. ![]()
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