|LAYMON'S 6 TABLET ASPIRIN TIN!
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|LAYMON'S CASCARA QUININE COMPOUND TIN!
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| Twas a dark and stormy night.|
In his house beside the graveyard, Jimmy was kneeling on his bed, staring out the window. The glass felt cold against his forehead and the tip of his nose.
What was that? he wondered.
Using his pajama sleeve, he wiped his breath-fog off the glass.
He'd glimpsed something down there in the wind and pouring rain the last time the lightning flashed. A quick, lurching something by the side of that crooked tombstone. Maybe a person. Maybe something else.
What was it? Jimmy wondered.
He should probably wake up Mom and Dad, but first he needed to figure out what he'd seen.
He sure wished the lightning would flash again.
Then it did.
And Jimmy saw the thing again.
Letting out a squeak, he ducked below the window sill and prayed it hadn't seen him, too.
|Available in a signed, limited edition, this idiosyncratic memoir by horror novelist Laymon probably won't turn up in many bookstores. But if it does readers will be able to locate it instantly by the scortched earth all around it. It's debatable if a more incendiary book about writing and publishing has ever been produced by an author with major-league credits. The tome isn't all heat: there's a lot of solid, useful advice (on rejection, writer's block, outlines, etc.) for budding writers, as well as a lengthy "Autobiographical Chronology", a biography and too much filler that only fans will relish (a list of "My 22 Favorite Poets", for example and some greenhorn stories and poems). But the heart of the book is the righteous, clear-voiced J'accuse by Laymon, once a rising star in the domestic horror firmament, toward the American editors, publishers and critics who have abandoned his work even as his novels continue to chart well overseas, particularly in the UK and Australia. Laymon doesn't help his case by name calling (some critics are "brainless assassins") or blanket condemnations ("the big establishment New York publishing industry thinks YOU [horror fans] are trash"). In the longest chapter, "My Books", however, he makes a vigorous case, through detailing the publishing history (as well as inspiration for and mechanics) of each of his novels, that he - and, by extension, other authors - has been victimized by the industry's short-sightedness and insistence on the bottom line. It's important if painful reading for anyone who cares about books, a forceful reminder that behind every book stands a writer whose career may be on the line, and whose heart nearly always is.|
|One of the authors most affected by the domestic turndown in the horror market in the 1990s is Laymon, who published many novels, mostly mass market, here in the '80s. He remains popular in the U.K. and Australia, with new books appearing there regularly, but his fiction has for the most part gone out of print in the U.S. So kudos to Cemetery Dance for bringing his new novel, a sequel to The Cellar and The Beast House, to American readers. It's classic Laymon, which means that it's full of titillating sex and violence aimed at the teenager in us all, but also that it's constructed in stripped-down prose that spits across the page and is rife with strong characters traced in deft strokes. Laymon expertly seeds the backstory - of the notorious house in a small California town, site of numerous savagings by an unknown species of sexually ravenous, humanoid "beasts" - throughout the narrative, which follows the liaisons and perils of a woman raped decades ago by a beast, and of several guides and tourists around the house, now a tourist attraction. A copulating couple is buried alive; Peeping Toms spy on three bathing beauties; a woman is raped, then handcuffed in a cellar tunnel - and so on in Laymon's lurid tale, which speeds steadily toward a bloody climax, the eponymous tour of the Beast House, and a merciless conclusion. It's a nightmare ride but plenty of fun for those who like their horror no frills and nasty.|
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