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David Garner – This Fell Sergeant

Posted by demonik on October 16, 2009

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Lucinda Cowell

David Garner – This Fell Sergeant (NEL 1974)

Blurb:

Gordon Summers ran a very respectable security form – or so it seemed. In reality he was the toughest hood in London. Intelligent, capable and highly sexed he manipulated people as he pleased – his price for betrayal was death. And Summers liked to kill. But his organization had one weak link, his slow-witted brother Maurice. And because Maurice made one small, very stupid mistake, Summers was able to do all the killing he liked – only this time it was in order to save his own skin.

Ok, so This Fell Sergeant isn’t strictly horror fiction either, but it’s been the cause of much excitement since friend H. P. Saucecraft first introduced it to on the Vault forum, and that due in no small part to Lucinda Cowell’s striking (not to mention a little daring!) artwork. We like Lucinda’s stuff!

Thanks to H. P. Saucecraft for posting the cover and Franklin ‘Master of the Macabre’ Marsh for saving me the job of transcribing the blurb!

see also the This Fell Sergeant thread on the Vault Forum. Now includes Vault roving reporter Franklin Marsh’s exclusive interview with Lucinda Cowell!

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Paperback Fanatic 5

Posted by demonik on June 20, 2009

Justin Marriott (ed.) – Paperback Fanatic 5 (December, 2007)

Adrian Salmen

Adrian Salmon

Fanatical Thoughts: News, updates, letters, gossip.

Big Bob Tralins Bites Back: An exclusive interview with the legendary US sleaze author who lets rip on his own experiences in the pulp industry.

Bugged! The Invasion Of The Paperback Nasties: A huge overview of the ‘nasty’ phenomenon of the 1970s, covering books such as Eat Them Alive, Squelch, Maggots, Killer Flies, Slugs, Fangs and many, many more! Pierce Nace, Donald F. Glut, Edward Jervis, Richard Lewis, Michael R. Linaker, John Halkin, Guy N. Smith, James ‘Worms’ Montague, Peter Tremayne and a cast of thousands.

The Rivals of Conan: The ultimate guide to 1970s sword and sorcery. Starring Thongor, Brak, Kane, Kyrik, Kothar, Blade, Raven, and a whole horde of rampaging Conan cash-ins. John Jakes, Lin Carter, Gardner T. Fox, Mike Sirota, Richard Kirk, Karl E. Wagner, Manning Norvill, Chris Carlsen ….

The Damned March On: Nazi War Pulps from Wolf Kruger, Will Berthold, Gunther Lutz, Jasper Smith …

Back cover poster: cover art for Bob Tralins’ Ghoul Lover (Popular Library, 1972)

Graced with a gorgeous Ade Salmon cover, the mighty When Animal’s Attack issue looks as well as reads the part. Welcome debut of Fanatical Thoughts added a club feel to the magazine.

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Donald Glut – Frankenstein Lives Again

Posted by demonik on June 4, 2009

Donald Glut – The New Adventures Of Frankenstein #1: Frankenstein Lives Again (Mews, January 1977)

Cover Illustration by Tony Masero

Cover Illustration by Tony Masero


Review by Franklin Marsh

Compared to 2,3 and 4 No. 1 Frankenstein Lives Again is very much a scene setter and consequently Boresville. An interesting pre-credits sequence with English pilot Fairfax whizzing over the icy wastes of the Arctic when Doh! the ‘plane runs out of fuel. He survives the crash and seeks out the emergency survival kit (a half bottle of scotch), gets p*ssed and walks into an ice wall. Contained within is the frozen Frankenstein Monster – worshipped by local Eskimos as the Ice God. They give Fairfax a bashing and dump him back near civilisation.

Meanwhile on a train French idiot Pierre Dupre finishes Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein and hands the book back to its owner – none other than (fanfare) Dr Burt Winslow! He’s Rich! Intelligent! Long-Haired! Handsome! Top Of The Class In Everything! as he proceeds to bore the Frenchman with his life story and obsession with the Frankenstein legend. Although Burt’s not convinced it’s a legend. Pierre, instead of either leaping from the train or throwing Megabore off it, is so mesmerised by Burt’s brilliance he offers to join him. On reaching the end of the line, they team up with Morris Lamont who tips them the wink about Fairfax. They visit the mad drunken airman and get the location of ‘the Ice God’ With Lamont driving a massive truck they set off. When the truck can go no further, Burt and Pierre unload the dog sleds and set off for the ice wall. Busily chipping away, they’re attacked by hordes of irate Eskimos who want to hang on to their Deity. Dupre carries on chipping while Winslow blazes away at the ‘Natives’ dropping at least one with every shot (the Eskimos needless to say, couldn’t hit a barn door with a banjo at five paces.) Despite the intense bombardment our heroes free the ice-encased monster, hitch it to their sleds and buzz off to rendezvous with Lamont. After they’ve loaded up, the Eskimos get a small consolation by wounding Dupre. Some more nonsense and Burt is winging his way with a crated creation back to Castle Frankenstein – which he bought for a song, despite the outrage of Ingoldstadt mayor Krag and huge crowds of Lederhosen clad extras. The only ray of sunshine is Lynn Powell (Huzzah!) secretary and assistant (yeah, right) who is waiting for Burt, tidying the castle. Will the second part of the book pick up? I ****ing hope so because if I have to read just how brilliant,super,wonderful Burt is much more, I’m going to have a K’niption fit.

(Later)

Forget all that rubbish I posted above. How could I have doubted Don? Part 2 is Back With A Vengeance and jet-propelled. Mr Glut has opened boxes marked Ludicrousness, Horror Cliches and Ultraviolence and gone barmy in the best possible taste. The very next page my jaundiced eye fell upon – ‘A creature had suddenly appeared in the mountains near Ingoldstadt, looking more dead than alive. His countenance was that of a dried corpse, with parched lips and sinister green eyes that stared with an unearthly fire from their cavernous sockets. He sat atop a circus wagon and grinned, showing his few yellow teeth…’ Yay! It’s Professor Dartani’s Asylum Of Horrors – featuring Vampires! Werewolves! Zombies! Witches! I nearly burst several blood vessels but its just a travelling waxworks. However despite some magnificent megaphone marketing in Ingoldstadt, Killjoy Krag runs the Prof and his human gorilla stooge , Gort, out of town.

Burt and the better looking FM (Arf!) are back at the castle. A quick brush against Lynn’s full breasts and its down to some serious Mad Scientisting. Winslow’s got the best equipment money can buy and its time for that old revival ballyhoo. Lynn changes into a short, white nurse’s uniform that reveals her gorgeous legs. Even Burt the Brain must have felt a rustling in the front of his trousers as she leans over a very important piece of scientific equipment. ‘For a short while Winslow managed to smile, considering the fact that he was working with such a vision and not with any ugly and deformed assistant named Igor.’

Suffice to say FM gets revived and breaks the leather straps like paper chains (another example of Burt’s intelligence proving to be sadly lacking). The monster starts to strangle the Doc but then thinks better of it(damn!) and lumbers out of the castle. Some beered up villagers with rifles are lurking nearby on WinslowWatch. A little brains-dashing and bone-breaking later, the lone survivor speeds back to town to warn Krag and whip up the leather shorts brigade. (Many of whom have knee length socks too). The monster bumps into the Prof who charms him with ‘Friend?’ then mesmerises him and the hulk is dispatched to bump off the Mayor. He succeeds and wipes out a few townspeople into the bargain. The rest of the town light their torches and head for Castle Winslow-Powell. Amazingly, Burt manages to hoodwink them, and the saps give him 24 hours to search and destroy. Burt tracks down the Prof, Gort and FM to a rickety barn in the middle of a thunderstorm. Prof and Monster get away, leaving the other two in a furious gun battle as the barn collapses around them. Dartani and his hypnotised helper flee to the castle, where the old carney is delighted to find Burt’s pert, pouting blond bombshell all alone – ‘ ‘ Do you know what that means, my dear?’ he said, enjoying the way her breasts were rising and falling beneath the nurse outfit.’ (as are the Globeswatch team).
Nine pages to go!

(Much later)

– don’t read this if you don’t want to know how No. 1 ends (although it’s already been given away in an earlier post) – OK then – spoiler of spoilers – not only did Don string me along but also got Globeswatch into a frenzy over not a lot (no offence to Lynn). We’d left her being slobbered over by Professor Dartani.

“Like a human insect, Dartani crept along the wall in pursuit of the girl, delighting in the way she squirmed, her breasts heaving due to her frantic breathing.”

And the inspiring “In a streak of movement, one hand gripped the top of her uniform and ripped it down the front so that the tops of Lynn’s rounded breasts showed in all their magnificent abundance.”

Nice of Don to keep it clean, but it probably robbed him of the ’77 Nobel Prize for Literature.

Burt has come to in the wreckage of the barn – which handily fell mostly on Gort. He susses out where everybody has gone/is heading and makes haste to the castle. His arrival prevents the Prof from removing any more of Lynn’s clothes (shame!), who, in a frightful bate, sets FM on him. The monster, being possibly a bigger idiot than anyone else in this book has made a pact with himself not to waste Burt. Lynn, clutching what little she has on, has legged it for the roof with Dartani in hot pursuit. The villagers burst in and the Monster takes some time to grab the chief rabble rouser and lob him out of a convenient window.Everyone ends up on the roof. FM chucks Dartani to his doom, and looks longingly at Lynn. Burt piles in with a rain-proof flaming torch, and the Monster plunges from the battlements. Lynn and Burt embrace as the sun bursts through the clouds and the angry mob shrug their collective shoulders and bugger off back to the town. That’s All Folks!

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James Herbert – The Dark

Posted by demonik on May 29, 2009

James Herbert – The Dark (Nel, 1980)

Blurb:

It came like a malignant shadow with seductive promises of power. And somewhere in the night …..

A small girl smiled as her mother burned … Asylum inmates slaughtered their attendants …. In slimy tunnels once-human creatures gathered. Madness raged as the lights began to fade and humanity was attacked by an ancient, unstoppable evil ….

Mini-review by Franklin Marsh

Crammed full of good creepy, gruesome stuff. A scene set in a ‘mental hospital’ is what the critics (well the good ones) would call ‘nerve-shredding’. All this plus football violence, the National Front, acid burns, mass murder and suicide, comedy cops – and a possible contender for Worst Pub Landlord. Being British I have to complain in the strongest possible terms about the cruelty to ‘nice’ animals – he can butcher as many rubbish humans as he likes but is sawing a dogs legs off with a hedge-trimmer really necessary? Possibly the last ‘classic’ Herbert.

See also The Dark thread on Vault Of Evil

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John Godey – The Snake

Posted by demonik on May 16, 2009

John Godey – The Snake (NEL,  Oct 1979)

The Smake

The Smake

IT IS AS HOT AS HELL IN THE CITY. Everybody is out on the streets, trying to get cool. Somehow, a lethal eleven-foot Black Mamba gets loose in Central Park. One of the most deadly and fast-moving snakes around, it strikes repeatedly without warning.


With hysteria rising, the police department and a young snake expert have to hunt it down before it claims further victims. A task made no easier by the city’s unhelpful politicians, eccentrics and even religious freaks who regard the snake as the Devil incarnate. The hunt becomes a race against death, and tension mounts towards a spine-chilling climax.

Franklin Marsh writes

An oddball, this one. John Godey’s claim to fame is the great subway train hijack thriller, The Taking Of Pelham 1-2-3, and this is very similar. More of a thriller than a horror, and certainly not a nasty, it holds your attention, but isn’t horrific.

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