Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Angel Dust Apocalypse
Back in the 80's,
Stephen King proclaimed, "I have seen the future of horror... and his name is
Clive Barker." Well, there was some good stuff there (Books of Blood,
The Inhuman Condition) but I lost interest after The Damnation
Game, not that it wasn't a good book. I didn't have any money for any books
other than textbooks back then. My friend Paul called him a "weenie" after he
blew off a speaking engagement back in college without notice. But I digress....
I think that King was a bit premature in naming his successor. Now that 20 years
have passed, he might reconsider that pronouncement and check out
Jeremy Robert Johnson. Maybe
he can refer to JRJ as the "next generation" of horror so that Clive can keep
his title.
I found out about "Angel Dust Apocalypse" from Girl on Demands' blog
POD-dy
Mouth. She nominated it for a 2005 "Needle Award", her best-of-the-POD's
award (POD stands for Print On Demand, a popular means of self-publishing for
individuals and small presses). After reading her review, I checked out what
others said about it on
Amazon.
All good. I was convinced that it was worth checking out and I was not
disappointed.
ADA, published by Eraserhead Press,
is an excellent collection of short stories. JRJ has an uncanny way of getting
inside the heads of his characters to reveal just how screwed up they are. I'm
reminded of Lovecraft, not in an imitative way like Derleth, but more evocative
in that his essence seeps into the way JRJ narrates from the main character's
POV. Whereas Lovecraft dealt in cyclopean horrors and things-that-should-not-be,
JRJ shows us the horrors of pharmacopeia, biotech, and neurological damage. He
brings us inside the minds of these damaged (well, most of them were)
individuals and show us, quite rationally, the method to their madness.
The opening story, "The League of Zeroes", extrapolates a future where body
piercing and cosmetic surgery come together to make your daughter's eyebrow
piercing seem quaint.
"Dissociative Skills" redefines "self-discovery" with the help of Special K and
a scalpel.
"Working At Home" makes you wonder what's really going on in those biotech
companies. Squeamish readers will wish JRJ hadn't thought about it. It
reminded me of a certain King short stor about worms from space, though JRJ's
are genetically engineered.
Nuclear holocaust is visited in the hauntingly beautiful "Snowfall", the darkly
humorous "The Sharp Dressed Man at the End of the Line," and the literary "Last
Thoughts Drifting Down."
The book ends with "Wall of Sound", a trio of ill-fated drug tales where the
main characters push the limits of drug exposure. JRJ doesn't glorify their
experiences. He straps us in to their minds as we ride rollercoasters of
synaptic overload. He may not be preaching "Just Say No, Kiddies", but anyone
reading these tales of rave drug use gone bad will reconsider popping that pill
or placing that tab on their tongue.
I'm purposely leaving out many other good stories (like "Luminary") so that I
don't spoil it any further for you. He's good! If you like horror, or even
bizarre fiction, you should check him out. Siren Promised, a novel he
co-wrote with Alan Clark, has been nominated for a
Bram Stoker Award for best
first novel. Isn't that enough of a reason right there?
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