Guilty Pleasure No. 99: Death Merchant Series (by Joseph Rosenberger)

Posted on January 20, 2026 by Arleigh

The Death Merchant series by Joseph Rosenberger is a loud, relentless block of pulp action that feels less like a set of tidy thrillers and more like being dropped into a never-ending firefight powered by paranoia, gore, and fringe theorizing. It is the kind of series where your tolerance for over-the-top violence and unfiltered ideology will decide almost immediately whether you keep going or tap out after a book or two.

At the center of it all is Richard Camellion, the so-called Death Merchant: a master of disguise, martial arts, and “wet work” who usually contracts with off-the-books branches of Western intelligence for the jobs that are too dirty or politically dangerous to be handled in daylight. He is pitched as “a man without a face,” a professional who drifts from mission to mission, changing identities as easily as he swaps weapons, and charging serious money for operations that will leave plenty of bodies on the ground. Over the life of the series, he goes from taking on organized crime in the States to fighting terrorists, neo-Nazis, rogue generals, occult cults, and even plots involving aliens and lost civilizations. The world these books build is an anything-goes playground where paramilitary raids, Cold War spy games, and bizarre pseudo-science exist side by side, held together less by realism and more by sheer velocity and an obsession with tactics, gear, and mayhem.

Camellion, as a character, is deliberately underdeveloped in the conventional sense. There are fragments of backstory—St. Louis roots, an engineering degree, a Texas ranch with pet pigs, hints that he once taught history—but these details feel more like flavor text than emotional anchors. His real personality is defined by efficiency and detachment. He doesn’t agonize over moral lines; the mission objective comes first, and if that means innocent people or even cops get killed, so be it. The series is notably more nihilistic than many of its men’s-adventure peers, going so far as to show Camellion and his team gunning down large numbers of police officers when they get in the way of a job. There are gestures toward a personal code—he donates part of his fees to struggling students and the underprivileged in Texas—but that philanthropic angle never softens the basic reality that you’re dealing with a protagonist who treats lethal force as a casual tool rather than a last resort.

The real appeal, at least for fans, lies in the way Rosenberger stages and describes action. The violence is intensely graphic and highly technical, full of precise talk about trajectories, calibers, anatomy, and battlefield tactics. Shootouts and raids are broken down moment by moment, like a cross between a field manual and splatter prose, and they tend to go on long enough that you either settle into the rhythm or start to feel like you’re stuck in an endless report. Between all the bullets and explosions, the books frequently pause for gear talk—special gadgets, exotic weapons, improvised tech—and this side of the series is surprisingly imaginative, from microwave jammers to bizarre field devices that wouldn’t look out of place in a low-budget spy movie. When the stories drift into science-fiction or occult territory, that same almost deadpan, “here’s how it works” tone is applied to alien relics, psionic warfare, or secret cities, which only adds to the series’ strange charm.

Set against the broader landscape of 1970s–80s men’s adventure fiction, The Death Merchant both fits and mutates the template. It shares the basic chassis with series like The Executioner and The Destroyer: a super-competent operative, a paperback-per-mission structure, high body counts, and a constant churn of global crises. Where Mack Bolan’s saga leans on revenge, wounded honor, and a tangible sense of moral outrage, Camellion’s world is colder and more openly cynical; the emotional framing is thinner, and the books care much more about how an op is executed than about the psychological fallout. Compared to Remo Williams and his mentors in The Destroyer, the difference is tone. The Destroyer often treats its excesses with a wink, using satire and self-awareness to keep the carnage oddly light on its feet, while The Death Merchant plays things straight, even when plots involve cloning the hero, stumbling across Atlantean technology, or battling cults armed with mind-control drugs. In that sense, Rosenberger’s series feels like the genre with the safety off—less polished, less accessible, but also more unapologetic in how far it will chase its own wild ideas.

None of this would be quite so jarring if the worldview baked into the books weren’t as sharp-edged as it is. The series openly reflects the prejudices and anxieties of its time, and not in a subtle way: racism, sexism, and class hostility are frequent, along with a deep suspicion of almost everyone outside the protagonist’s narrow circle. Long digressions into politics, conspiracy theories, and metaphysics often read like the author stepping onto a soapbox, turning scenes into lectures that can be fascinating, infuriating, or simply exhausting depending on your mood. That ideological intensity, combined with the clinical violence and the lack of real emotional counterweight, makes the series a tough sell for readers looking for nuance or heroism in the more traditional sense. At the same time, it is exactly what gives these books their unmistakable flavor and helps explain why they’ve developed a cult following rather than vanishing completely into the used-book bins.

Taken together, The Death Merchant novels are wildly uneven, sometimes ridiculous, and frequently offensive, but they are also distinct and weirdly committed to their own warped vision of men’s adventure fiction. If you approach them as straightforward thrillers with the usual expectations of character arcs and tidy plotting, they will almost certainly disappoint. If you come to them as artifacts from the outer fringes of pulp—paperbacks that push violence, ideology, and high-concept plotting further than their more famous shelfmates—they become a fascinating, if abrasive, deep dive into what this genre looks like when nothing is toned down. For readers who like their action fiction loud, excessive, and unconcerned with respectability, there is a certain grim entertainment to be had in watching Richard Camellion move from one catastrophe to the next.

Below is a list of the main series titles, which gives a good sense of the range and escalating absurdity of Camellion’s missions:

1. The Death Merchant – Richard Camellion versus the Chicago mob.

2. Operation Overkill – The demented leaders of the Knights of Vigilance plan to assassinate the President and overthrow the government.

3. The Psychotron Plot – The Russians and Egyptians team up to use a brain-scrambling device on Israel.

4. Chinese Conspiracy – The Chinese plan to maneuver a submarine into Canadian waters and shoot a US space shuttle out of the sky.

5. Satan Strike – The CIA and GRU combine forces to stop a dictator of a Caribbean nation from using a potent and deadly super-virus.

6. The Albanian Connection – Neo-Nazis, bent on reunifying Germany and restoring the Reich, have assembled seven nuclear bombs to use against the U.S., Europe, and Russia.

7. The Castro File – The Russians plan to gain complete control of Cuba by assassinating Castro and having a lookalike take his place.

8. The Billionaire Mission – Cleveland Winston Silvestter, a paranoid billionaire, believes he is Satan’s chosen disciple and is hellbent on triggering World War III.

9. The Laser War – A Nazi super-laser is pursued.

10. The Mainline Plot – Communists in North Korea have created a super-potent, super-addictive strain of heroin called Peacock-4. By introducing the heroin into the U.S., they hope to enslave a generation of young adults.

11. Manhattan Wipeout – The Death Merchant causes trouble for the four mob families in New York City.

12. The KGB Frame – Flash! Camellion turns double agent. The target of both his colleagues and his enemies, the Death Merchant becomes the object of the most intense manhunt in the history of international espionage.

13. The Mato Grosso Horror – Camellion leads an expedition into the Brazilian jungle to locate a group of Nazis who are perfecting a mind-control drug.

14. Vengeance of the Golden Hawk – The DM is tasked with saving Tel Aviv from a rocket barrage containing a deadly nerve gas.

15. The Iron Swastika Plot – The Nazi organization known as the Spider returns!

16. Invasion of the Clones – Camellion versus five clones of himself in Africa.

17. The Zemlya Expedition – The Death Merchant attempts to rescue a scientist from an underwater Russian city/complex in the Arctic Ocean.

18. Nightmare in Algeria – Camellion battles two terrorist organizations who have joined forces: the Black Avengers and the Blood Sons of Allah.

19. Armageddon, USA! – A far-right group threatens to set off nukes in three American cities unless its demands are met.

20. Hell in Hindu Land – The Death Merchant leads an expedition to a Buddhist monastery in India, where the bodies of aliens (and the secrets of their civilization) may be hidden.

21. The Pole Star Secret – Camellion treks to the North Pole to investigate a possible alien world hidden under the ice cap.

22. The Kondrashev Chase – A highly placed spy behind the Iron Curtain has disappeared while trying to escape to the West, and Camellion must find and rescue him.

23. The Budapest Action – The Hungarians are working with the KGB to develop a hallucinogenic toxin to be released over American cities and the DM is tasked with stopping them.

24. The Kronos Plot – Fidel Castro plans to destroy the Panama Canal.

25. The Enigma Project – Spying on Russia under the cover of finding Noah’s Ark.

26. The Mexican Hit

27. The Surinam Affair

28. Nipponese Nightmare – Japanese terrorists try to frame the CIA for murder.

29. Fatal Formula – Tracking a man-made flu strain.

30. Shambhala Strike – An ancient maze of caverns means China could easily invade.

31. Operation Thunderbolt – A bomb-maker is captured by North Korean forces.

32. Deadly Manhunt – An ally betrays Camellion.

33. Alaska Conspiracy

34. Operation Mind-Murder

35. Massacre in Rome – A civilian seems to be able to predict the future.

36. The Cosmic Reality Kill – A cult leader is targeting kids.

37. The Bermuda Triangle Action – The Russians are drilling along a fault line in the Atlantic, where a few well-placed hydrogen bombs could cause catastrophe for the U.S.

38. The Burning Blue Death – A neo-Nazi group called the Brotherhood has created a device that can make a human being spontaneously combust.

39. The Fourth Reich – A neo-Nazi conspiracy to trigger an atom bomb (twice as powerful as Hiroshima) in Cairo is crushed.

40. Blueprint Invisibility – The Red Chinese have stolen a vital top secret U.S. file dealing with electronic camouflage.

41. Shamrock Smash – Someone is supplying the IRA with weapons and the CIA and SIS call on Richard Camellion to find out who.

42. High Command Murder – At the end of World War II, American soldiers stole 100 crates of Nazi gold and hid the loot in an abandoned mine shaft in northern France. The Death Merchant races the Nazis to find it.

43. The Devil’s Trashcan – Did the Nazis bury treasure at the bottom of Lake Toplitz during World War II? Camellion, et al. plan to find out.

44. Island of the Damned – Soviet forces develop mind-reading technology.

45. The Rim of Fire Conspiracy – The Russians hope to trigger volcanoes on the U.S. West Coast by exploding bombs along fault lines.

46. Blood Bath – Camellion assists South Africa’s ruling whites defeat groups of blacks demanding an end to apartheid.

47. Operation Skyhook

48. Psionics War

49. Night of the Peacock

50. The Hellbomb Theft – Camellion must stop two mini-nukes from falling into the hands of Kaddafi, the dictator of Libya.

51. The Inca File

52. The Flight of the Phoenix

53. The Judas Scrolls

54. Apocalypse, USA! – Libyan terrorists plan to spray deadly nerve gas across the Eastern Seaboard. Not if the Death Merchant has anything to say about it!

55. Slaughter in El Salvador – The Death Merchant heads to war-torn El Salvador, where he tangles with death squads and Communist Sandinista rebels, with predictable carnage.

56. Afghanistan Crashout

57. The Romanian Operation

58. The Silicon Valley Connection

59. The Burma Probe – The Death Merchant teams up with Thunderbolt Unit Omega and Lester Vernon “The Widowmaker” Cole to stop a Chinese territory grab.

60. The Methuselah Factor

61. The Bulgarian Termination

62. The Soul Search Project – Camellion pursues a scientist who can talk to the dead. The protagonist and his allies willingly kill several dozen NYPD officers.

63. The Pakistan Mission – A Communist plan to invade Pakistan.

64. The Atlantean Horror – Camellion is in Antarctica, trying to keep an “energy converter” (buried 70,000 years ago by scientists from Atlantis) out of the hands of the Russians.

65. Mission Deadly Snow – The Death Merchant must destroy a South American drug cartel intent on supplying Fidel Castro with thousands of pounds of cocaine.

66. The Cobra Chase – Camellion tracks the Cobra, who escaped from the cocaine processing plant in the previous book.

67. Escape From Gulag Taria – A Soviet physicist who specializes in weather modification wants to defect.

68. The Hindu Trinity Caper – Camellion tracks down an East German spy who has stolen some parts to a nuclear weapon.

69. The Miracle Mission – The Shroud of Turin is stolen by an Arab terrorist group. Camellion’s job is to get it back.

70. The Greenland Mission – Camellion and his crew investigate a ‘U.F.O.’ in Greenland.

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Book Review: Corporate Warriors (by P.W. Singer)

Posted on November 3, 2025 by Arleigh

“The privatization of warfare allows startling new capabilities and efficiencies in the ways that war is carried out. At the same time, however, the entrance of the profit motive onto the battlefield raises a series of troubling questions—for democracy, for ethics, for law, for human rights, and for national security.” — P.W. Singer

P.W. Singer’s Corporate Warriors is one of the most important books about the rise of private military companies, or PMCs—businesses that sell military and security services for profit. Singer makes it clear that this is not a brand-new concept. As long as humans have fought wars, there have been soldiers willing to fight for whoever pays them. Ancient mercenaries fought for gold just as modern ones fight for governments, corporations, and even wealthy individuals. What makes today’s version different is how organized and professional these groups have become. They now look and operate like big international businesses, complete with CEOs, contracts, shareholders, and company logos.

Singer argues that these firms are now a permanent feature of modern warfare. Instead of ragtag mercenaries, many private contractors are highly trained professionals offering specialized skills that national militaries either can’t provide or don’t want to keep on the payroll full time. Governments and companies rely on them because they can move quickly, fill skill gaps, and handle dangerous or politically sensitive work. Still, that doesn’t mean they come without serious problems. Singer’s main concern is how much military power is now being handled by people who technically aren’t soldiers and don’t always fall under military law.

In the book, Singer sorts modern PMCs into three main categories. First are the “provider” companies like the South African firm Executive Outcomes, which became famous in the 1990s for fighting on the ground in places like Angola and Sierra Leone. These companies bring in their own troops, equipment, and training programs, often taking on direct combat roles. Next are “consulting” firms such as Military Professional Resources Inc. (MPRI), an American company that employs retired generals and officers to train and advise foreign militaries. The third kind includes “support” firms such as Halliburton’s subsidiary KBR, which focuses on logistics, food, construction, and base operations. These companies don’t fight but keep everything else running so that soldiers can focus on combat.

All three types share something in common: they are run like global corporations. They make money through contracts, report to shareholders, and market themselves as professional service providers. Singer notes that even major multinational companies now use PMCs for everything from executive protection to negotiations with risky foreign governments. Governments, especially the United States and its allies, also rely heavily on these firms to handle noncombat work—guarding bases, moving supplies, and securing reconstruction projects. This trend, according to Singer, represents a major shift in how warfare is organized.

The biggest concern is accountability. Private contractors don’t always fall under the same legal rules as soldiers. They operate in what Singer calls a “gray zone,” where war crimes or abuses can occur without clear consequences. One striking example came in 2004 when four American contractors working for Blackwater were ambushed and killed in Fallujah, Iraq. The brutal event shocked the public and revealed how central private contractors had become to America’s military presence there. Later incidents, like those involving private interrogators at Abu Ghraib and Guantanamo Bay, further blurred the lines between government responsibility and outsourced violence.

Singer’s warning is that handing so much military work to private companies risks separating war from national accountability. If a contractor commits a crime, who is responsible—the company, the client government, or the individual employee? When fighting becomes a business, the incentive to keep costs low and profits high can make ethics and oversight an afterthought.

Events since the book’s release have proven many of Singer’s points, especially the rise and collapse of Russia’s Wagner Group. Led by Yevgeny Prigozhin, Wagner became one of the most dangerous and talked-about private armies in the world. Unlike most Western firms, it operated under direct government influence while pretending to be independent. Wagner first gained attention during Russia’s 2014 invasion of Ukraine, then expanded into conflicts in Syria, Libya, and parts of Africa. The company didn’t just fight wars—it also ran businesses, gained control over mines, and seized energy resources. In short, it blended war and profit in a way that gave Russia global reach without official military involvement.

Wagner also showed how dangerous this model can be. Its fighters were accused of widespread brutality and war crimes, yet Russia could deny any official connection. And when Prigozhin turned against the Kremlin in mid-2023, leading a short-lived march toward Moscow, the illusion of control collapsed. His death later that year and the redistribution of Wagner’s forces into state-controlled units in 2024 revealed just how unstable such private armies can become. Wagner proved Singer’s central argument: once private forces gain real power, they can threaten not just world order but their own creators.

Other countries have followed this path with their own versions. In China, companies like Frontier Services Group protect overseas projects linked to the Belt and Road Initiative. In Turkey, SADAT provides training and advisory services aligned with the government’s foreign policy. The United Arab Emirates has hired foreign-led PMCs to conduct security operations in Yemen and parts of Africa. These cases show that many governments now use PMCs as unofficial extensions of their militaries and foreign policy tools—cheap, adaptable, and politically flexible.

However, while Singer’s analysis stands out for its clarity and early insight, it is not perfect. One issue is that he treats the rise of PMCs as almost inevitable, a natural result of globalization and free markets. In practice, their growth is far more dependent on political opportunity and state willpower than on market logic alone. Wagner’s collapse, for example, showed that governments can shut down or absorb these forces when they decide they’ve become too independent. Singer also tends to treat PMCs as private commercial actors, but many of today’s most influential groups operate as semi-official arms of the state rather than as free-market enterprises. That distinction matters because it changes how these organizations behave and how accountable they can realistically be.

Another problem is that Singer’s proposed solutions rely on greater regulation and international cooperation—goals that sound reasonable in theory but are difficult to achieve. International law struggles even to manage traditional militaries, so expecting it to control private ones that operate across borders is optimistic. Singer’s faith in future accountability mechanisms somewhat underestimates how fragmented and self-interested international politics can be.

Finally, Singer tends to focus mainly on Western examples, especially the U.S. and U.K., where the PMCs act as corporate service providers. In doing so, he underplays the different way non-Western states, especially Russia, China, and Middle Eastern powers, use them as political instruments rather than for profit. The world of PMCs today is not just about private enterprise—it’s about the blending of private business with government strategy.

Despite these weaknesses, Corporate Warriors remains a landmark work. Singer’s writing is clear, grounded, and unusually balanced for a topic that often invites conspiracy theories or alarmist rhetoric. He helps readers understand not just who these companies are, but how they fit into a global system where armies, corporations, and governments increasingly overlap.

More than twenty years on, the issues he described have only grown. PMCs still operate on nearly every major battlefield, from Eastern Europe to Africa. While governments continue to rely on them, meaningful oversight has not caught up. Even with its flaws, Corporate Warriors is still the best starting point for understanding how war became a global business, and why that shift will keep shaping world politics for decades to come.

The Killing Joke, Book Review by Case Wright

Posted on October 31, 2025 by casewright

This was a hard book to review. I had avoided reading it for years because there’s an SA, but also- A CLOWN! Look, clowns are out to murder you! I mean for real they are clowns – see below

Why would you think these creatures would not want to murder your face?! Yes, they have balloon animals, but that that’s just to lure you into for their feeding!
“The Killing Joke” is a Joker origin story and how he was born out of one bad day. We begin with Joker as a struggling comedian with a child on the way. He is desperate for cash and decides to participate in a heist to get out of poverty. The crooks that he teamed up with to do the heist target the Joker’s former job at a chemical plant had always planned on making him the fall guy for the heist. His wife dies by a product malfunction, sending Joker spiraling. Technically, Joker is not born until after he falls into the chemicals, but we see his name pre-Joker; so, maybe he was always Joker? I’m not sure.

The origin story is interwoven with the Joker shooting and SAing Commissioner Gordan’s daughter and generally driving him insane. There is also A LOT of nudity that I wasn’t prepared for with a fair amount of leather. Joker kidnaps Gordan, strips him nude, puts some leather on him, and then makes him look at horrify images of the SA. Honestly, why not just kill Joker? Of course, we would. We’d shoot him on sight as a terrorist. Instead of doing the normal choice and having Joker killed, Gordan wants him taken alive. WHY? Really, why? What more does he have to do? They make a point that Joker wants to show that anyone could be driven insane by one bad day, but the real insanity is not shooting all of these super villains on sight!

The book ends with a joke with the symbolism that life itself and all of the evil he committed was also a joke. It was purposefully ambiguous, but it did scare me- BECAUSE CLOWNS!

Horror Book Review: Blood Meridian (by Cormac McCarthy)

Posted on October 24, 2025 by Arleigh

“Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.” — Judge Holden

Blood Meridian initially appears to be a story set in the violent American West, but beneath the surface, it presents a profound exploration of evil—a world where history and cosmic darkness merge in a landscape drenched with blood and despair.

Cormac McCarthy’s novel defies easy classification. It follows the Kid, a teenage drifter who joins the ruthless Glanton gang of scalp hunters during the lawless 19th-century borderlands. Yet this story is not about heroism or conquest; rather, it reveals a brutal, merciless world governed by cruelty and cosmic malevolence.

No traditional heroes emerge here. Every character either inflicts horror or suffers it, trapped in an endless cycle of violence. The Kid moves passively through this brutal landscape, lacking the conviction or agency typical of Western protagonists. This moral ambiguity immerses readers in a narrative saturated by horror at every turn.

Violence permeates the novel—not merely through vivid depictions of scalping and massacres but as a fundamental force governing existence itself. Violence shapes life’s fragile and transient nature. Spilled blood binds the characters and marks a universe where death and cruelty endure indefinitely. The visceral portrayal underscores violence as a relentless ritual as pervasive and elemental as the landscape itself.

At the violent core stands Judge Holden—monstrous and compelling. His towering, hairless, albino form immediately signals his unnaturalness: massive, lacking body hair, and displaying a blank, eerily calm expression that can swiftly shift into chilling ferocity. This physical otherness aligns him with mythic terrors that transcend humanity.

Holden’s vast intellect spans languages, science, and philosophy, making him appear nearly godlike. Yet his worldview exalts war and violence as the universe’s ultimate realities. He declares, “war is god,” and insists everything exists only under his knowledge and consent. He casts violence as the ultimate power and true order, positioning himself both as agent and embodiment of these forces.

He bears striking resemblance to the archons of Gnostic thought—malevolent cosmic rulers who imprison humanity in suffering and ignorance. Holden’s bald, pale form and inscrutable nature make him a living symbol of the universe’s cold indifference to human pain and violence. He embodies cosmic cruelty and indifferent fate, physically manifesting the harsh, uncaring forces shaping mankind’s brutal destiny.

Holden shrouds the narrative with cosmic dread. His mysterious origins, command over knowledge and power, and seeming invincibility elevate him beyond mere man. He becomes an embodiment of eternal evil and incomprehensible cosmic forces that dominate the novel’s bleak universe.

The desert landscape intensifies this cosmic horror. It is not mere backdrop but a symbol of a universe indifferent to life and moral distinctions. Traditional binaries of good and evil dissolve into endless cycles of destruction. Mercy and justice vanish, replaced by an uncaring void that swallows hope and meaning. The environment thus anchors the story’s existential dread.

The Kid’s journey reveals the story’s psychological core—his slow destruction of innocence. Initially barely aware of right and wrong, he sinks deeper into the Gang’s savagery. The line between victim and perpetrator blurs until innocence disappears. This loss exposes a deeper horror: the self’s annihilation through human cruelty.

McCarthy’s prose reflects this mythic and cosmic scale. His dense, biblical cadence challenges readers but deepens the story’s epic tone. Sparse punctuation and sweeping descriptions evoke a vast, harsh world that feels inevitable and overwhelming. This rigorous style immerses readers in a mood of doom and fatalism, amplifying the narrative’s grim vision.

Philosophically, Blood Meridian meditates on timeless cosmic evil. Holden transcends mere antagonist status to become a metaphysical force of destruction, both ancient and eternal. The novel’s final scenes suggest this cosmic power will forever govern human suffering and violence.

The novel echoes ancient philosophies that portray evil as pervasive and intrinsic. Violence weaves into existence’s fabric, turning the universe into a dark battleground where malevolent forces prevail unchecked. The text confronts complex themes of fate, power, and the buried truths beneath history’s surface.

Seen holistically, Blood Meridian transcends its Western roots to emerge as a raw chronicle of violence, evil, and cosmic dread. It offers no solace or redemption—only exposure to a primal darkness where humanity’s basest impulses attain mythic significance.

This potent combination of brutal historical insight, existential horror, and mythic storytelling delivers an intense, unforgettable literary journey. The novel stands as both a frontier saga and profound philosophical inquiry into evil itself—forcing confrontation with humanity’s deepest darkness and the indifferent vastness of the cosmos.

By articulating these themes through complex narrative, striking symbolism, and demanding prose, McCarthy not only reconstructs the American West but also presents a timeless meditation on human nature and the universe—a work that challenges readers intellectually and viscerally in equal measure.

Horror Book Review: Blue World (by Robert R. McCammon)

Posted on October 22, 2025 by Arleigh

“Even in a blue world filled with sorrow, the heart continues to seek love, light, and meaning beyond the darkness.”

Robert R. McCammon’s Blue World is a captivating collection of short stories that showcases his mastery of horror, while also exploring themes that go beyond the usual genre boundaries. Originally published in 1990 and recently reissued by Subterranean Press, this collection serves as a natural companion to Stephen King’s Night Shift. Both authors start with classic horror ideas but make them their own through distinctive voices. For readers who enjoy stories that combine suspense and psychological depth with moments of quiet reflection, Blue World is a deeply rewarding read.

The collection features a wide range of stories that feel connected by McCammon’s strong sense of character and place. In many tales, ordinary settings—such as small towns and suburban streets—become stages for hidden dangers. For example, “He’ll Come Knocking at Your Door” starts off with a familiar neighborhood atmosphere that slowly reveals an undercurrent of menace. McCammon’s ability to turn the everyday into a place of suspense taps into a universal fear: that the safe and known can quickly become threatening.

Themes of change, survival, and the strain on the human mind surface in stories like “Strange Candy” and “I Scream Man!” His characters often face challenges that test not just their bodies, but their minds and morals. McCammon skillfully combines moments of fast-paced action with quieter, thoughtful passages, which make the terror hit deeper because we connect with the characters on an emotional level.

“Night Calls the Green Falcon” stands out for its creative blend of horror and nostalgia. It tells the story of a down-on-his-luck actor caught in the pursuit of a serial killer, echoing the style of old adventure serials with cliffhanger scenes. This story reveals McCammon’s talent for mixing different genres in fresh ways without losing emotional depth.

The most distinct story in the collection is the title novella, “Blue World.” Unlike the other stories, it steps away from supernatural horror and focuses on a very human and emotional tale. It follows a priest who falls in love with a porn star, and both become targets of an obsessed fan. McCammon uses this story to explore themes of love, faith, and redemption, diving into moral and emotional complexities rather than scares or ghosts.

This change in tone creates a thoughtful space within the collection, inviting readers to reflect on themes that contrast with the fear and darkness in other tales. While most stories rely on supernatural or psychological horror, “Blue World” confronts the dangers and redemption found in real human relationships, showing a different but equally compelling side of McCammon’s storytelling.

McCammon’s writing throughout is vivid and sensory, pulling readers into each story’s environment. Whether describing the sweaty tension of summer in “Yellowjacket Summer” or the bleak landscapes of “Something Passed By,” the settings are tangible and emotionally charged. This helps both the horror and the personal stories feel authentic and immediate.

Across the collection, McCammon’s characters stand out because they are fully realized people rather than simple victims or villains. They grapple with their fears and flaws in ways that feel realistic and relatable. Their struggles add psychological weight to the stories, making themes of loss, survival, and redemption more powerful.

Ultimately, Blue World is more than just a collection of horror stories—it is a showcase of Robert McCammon’s storytelling skill and emotional range. Much like King’s Night Shift, it offers a variety of stories from suspenseful shocks to deep, character-focused explorations. The inclusion of the novella “Blue World,” which steps outside the typical horror mold, adds richness to the collection and highlights McCammon’s ability to write compelling stories about human resilience and complexity.

For readers who enjoy a mix of supernatural thrills, strong characters, and thoughtful moments, Blue World provides a memorable journey through fear and hope, darkness and light. It stands as a significant work in modern horror literature and beyond, inviting readers to feel deeply as well as be scared. This collection proves that the craft of horror can encompass more than just fright—it can tell stories about the very heart of human experience.

Horror Book Review: Night Shift (by Stephen King)

Posted on October 21, 2025 by Arleigh

“Some fears are not of ghosts or demons but of loss, regret, and the quiet mistakes that haunt us long after the night has ended.”

Stephen King’s Night Shift is a fascinating look at the beginnings of one of the most prolific horror writers of our time. Many of these 20 stories first appeared in men’s magazines like Cavalier, Penthouse, and Gallery, where King started building his reputation from the ground up. This collection offers a wide range of horror—from supernatural thrills to deeply emotional tales—crafted with a realism that makes the scares hit harder. The book naturally moves from more traditional horror into stories that shine a light on human fears and regrets.

Although the collection opens with “Jerusalem’s Lot,” a story about haunted history, one of the more striking horror tales is “The Mangler.” It tells of a demon-possessed industrial laundry machine that becomes a deadly force. King’s detailed storytelling turns familiar machinery into something terrifying, driving the suspense from beginning to end.

“Sometimes They Come Back” takes a more emotional route. It centers on a man who is haunted by the death of his brother, with ghostly bullies from his past making a frightening return. This story blends the supernatural with raw grief, showing that some wounds never fully heal.

“The Last Rung on the Ladder” provides a quiet but powerful punch. It reflects on childhood, family, and the pain that comes with lost chances. This tale stands out by demonstrating King’s skill in generating a deep sense of dread through emotional weight rather than monsters.

In “One for the Road,” the tension ratchets up with a story set during a harsh snowstorm near a vampire-infested Maine town. The narrative grips you with its chilling atmosphere, isolation, and fight for survival. Notably, this story acts as a postscript to King’s novel Salem’s Lot, offering an eerie glimpse into what happens long after the main events, expanding that dark world in a satisfying way.

“Strawberry Spring” unspools slowly like creeping fog. Set on a college campus haunted by a serial killer, the story uses an unreliable narrator and a murky atmosphere to create a sense of growing paranoia and confusion.

Finally, “I Know What You Need” explores obsession cloaked in supernatural mystery. A college student experiences an unsettling friendship that appears to improve his life, but underlying this is a dark manipulation. King carefully builds this eerie tale with layers of tension and reveals the dangerous side of desire.

What makes these tales work so well together is King’s ability to vary tone and pace while grounding the stories with believable characters and locations. The rapid heartbeat of “The Mangler” contrasts with the quiet heartbreak of “The Last Rung on the Ladder.” The claustrophobic fear in “One for the Road” stands alongside the fog-thickened dread of “Strawberry Spring,” and the slow-burning menace in “I Know What You Need” rounds out the mood spectrum.

More than just scary stories, Night Shift taps into fears we all recognize: loss, guilt, loneliness, and obsession. King layers excitement with emotional truths, creating stories that stick with you. These fears aren’t just the stuff of monsters—they’re very real and human.

The order of the stories themselves feels intentional—starting with classic supernatural spins like “Jerusalem’s Lot,” and moving toward more internal, emotional terrors in stories like “Sometimes They Come Back” and “The Last Rung on the Ladder.” Some stories also ground horror in real-life struggles, like dangerous, grueling jobs in “Graveyard Shift” and “The Mangler,” where the horror is as much about the setting as the supernatural.

A lot of these stories have found their way to the screen, but while the films are entertaining, most take only loose inspiration from the originals and often don’t capture the full power of the tales. This disconnect doesn’t lessen the strength or impact of King’s writing, which remains impressive and affecting.

Ultimately, Night Shift is a journey through many forms of fear—from sharp shocks to slow-building unease—and its stories feel personal and alive. Whether it’s an industrial machine come to life, ghostly revenge, or a vampire town trapped in eternal winter, King’s tales connect with readers on multiple levels.

If you want horror that thrills but also hits close to home, Night Shift is a brilliant starting place. These stories show early signs of why King remains a master: he discovers monsters not just in the shadows, but woven into the fabric of everyday life. Sometimes, those are the ones that scare us the most.

Splatterpunk Horror: Bleeding Boundaries, Breaking Taboos, and Unmasking Society’s Darkest Truths

Posted on October 13, 2025 by Arleigh

“If it’s transgressive, addressing social or political ills, not pulling punches, and pushing the boundaries, then it’s Splatterpunk.” — Brian Keene

The Birth of Splatterpunk: A Rebellion Against Conventions

To understand splatterpunk, it’s important to grasp the context in which it arose. During the late 1970s and early 1980s, horror fiction was often pigeonholed within predictable tropes—haunted houses, vengeful spirits, and formulaic slasher stories. While these were popular, they had limited scope in pushing the boundaries of what horror might represent. Enter splatterpunk—a raw, unapologetic literary movement that sought to shatter expectations by depicting violence, depravity, and, crucially, sexual violence unmasked. Rather than hinting at horrors lurking in the shadows, splatterpunk authors chose to parade these monstrosities in graphic detail.

The term “splatterpunk” was adopted by writer David J. Schow during the 1986 Twelfth World Fantasy Convention, encapsulating the aesthetic of horror tales that embraced hyper-intense gore, moral extremity, and the inclusion of sexual violence as a core and unsettling element. But it is crucial to recognize that splatterpunk is much more than explicit depictions of blood and guts or sexual assault. At its core, it serves as a mirror reflecting society’s darkest anxieties—whether those arise from political corruption, existential dread, psychological disintegration, or the breakdown of human decency. The shock of violence and abuse serves a purpose beyond mere thrill—it demands readers confront the ugliness beneath civilization’s polished surface.

Philip Nutman’s Wet Work: Fusion of Espionage, Cosmic Horror, and Splatter

A prime example of splatterpunk’s genre-blurring capacity is Philip Nutman’s Wet Work (1993), a work that may be less known outside hardcore horror circles but exemplifies the subgenre’s versatility. What sets Wet Work apart is its remarkable weaving of government espionage thriller with apocalyptic zombie horror and an infusion of cosmic dread.

Originally appearing as a short story in the seminal 1989 collection Book of the Dead, Wet Work expanded into a novel that follows CIA operative Dominic Corvino and Washington D.C. cop Nick Packard as they navigate the chaos unleashed when a comet named Saracen passes close to Earth. The comet deposits a mysterious residue that triggers the rise of the dead, but Nutman’s zombies are not mere shambling corpses—they retain fragments of cognition, making them unpredictable threats.

What makes Wet Work an intriguing splatterpunk novel is how it weds the procedural authenticity of espionage with the surrealism of the undead outbreak. Nutman’s background as a journalist and film critic manifests in the meticulous detail of military operations, CIA bureaucracy, and police procedures, lending credibility even amid the nightmare. The narrative unfolds on two interwoven axes: Corvino’s obsessive quest to uncover betrayal within the CIA and Packard’s desperate, grounded attempts to save his wife amid an escalating societal breakdown.

Nutman’s writing style embodies splatterpunk’s hallmark—graphic, fast-moving, and unapologetically violent—while resisting descent into parody. The horror and violence, including underlying currents of sexual violence and abuse within the collapsing societal order, are not gratuitous but rather emphasize the erosion of social and moral codes. Unlike some zombie fiction limited to straightforward survival stories, Wet Work interrogates themes of loyalty, obsession, power, and the devastating consequences of moral decay when survival becomes personal.

Kathe Koja’s The Cipher: Psychological Abyss and Cosmic Terror

While Nutman’s warm-blooded action situates Wet Work within both thriller and horror traditions, Kathe Koja’s The Cipher (1991) takes splatterpunk into the realms of psychological fragmentation and cosmic existentialism. The Cipher is notable for its uncompromising dive into emotional and metaphysical abyss, presented through an experimental, impressionistic narrative voice that eschews linearity in favor of portraying the chaotic consciousness of protagonist Nicholas.

The story revolves around Nicholas and Nakota in a bleak urban environment, where they discover the Funhole—a nightmarish, reality-bending void with an unknowable malignance. Rather than external monsters, the book’s terror arises from the characters’ psychological unraveling, toxic relationships, and the Funhole’s corruptive influence. Koja’s prose often unfolds in long, surreal sentences that immerse readers in impressions, hallucinations, and emotional storms, demanding patience and openness to ambiguity.

This approach challenges traditional horror expectations by prioritizing atmosphere and mental disintegration over plot-driven scares. The horror here is symbolic and metaphysical—body horror and reality distortions become reflections of inner fragmentation and humanity’s insignificance before cosmic forces. While the novel largely focuses on psychological and existential themes, it does not shy away from portraying abusive and toxic dynamics, including sexual violence, as instruments of psychological torment and character breakdown. The Cipher’s bleak, ambiguous ending refuses comfort, emphasizing oppression, transformation, and loss, resonating profoundly with readers attuned to introspective and literary horror.

Jack Ketchum’s Off Season: Raw Human Horror and Primal Survival

In sharp contrast to Koja’s cerebral horror and Nutman’s hybrid apocalypse thriller is Jack Ketchum’s Off Season (1980), a foundational extreme horror novel that sinks its teeth into primal human savagery stripped of supernatural mediations. Loosely inspired by the legend of the Sawney Beane clan, Ketchum sets his story on the rugged Maine coast, depicting a group of urban friends facing a secluded clan of cannibals.

Off Season is known for its relentless pace and unapologetic portrayal of violence, sexuality, and survival instinct. Sexual violence and abuse permeate the narrative, presented in stark, unvarnished terms that are deeply disturbing yet integral to Ketchum’s exploration of human depravity. The horror stems from the inhumanity of other humans—feral descendants who embody basic drives like hunger, reproduction, and dominance without societal filters. Ketchum’s refusal to soften or sensationalize the unfolding carnage demands readers confront uncomfortable truths about violence, both physical and sexual, and regression. The victims are archetypal rather than deeply individualized, serving as symbolic representations of civilization confronting its darkest, hidden counterparts.

What sets Off Season apart is the absence of cathartic justice or narrative redemption. Survivors escape, but at immense psychological and physical cost, emphasizing that some horrors leave permanent scars rather than neatly tied endings. It is this brutal honesty—depicting horror not as spectacle but as unavoidable consequence—that cements Off Season’s legacy in splatterpunk and extreme horror.

The Broader Splatterpunk Landscape: Barker, Lee, Laymon, and Martin (aka Poppy Z. Brite)

A key progenitor of the splatterpunk aesthetic, Clive Barker’s Books of Blood (mid-1980s) was revolutionary in merging graphic, visceral horror with a literary sensibility that incorporated elements of dark fantasy and eroticism. Barker’s stories broke new ground by combining vivid, often grotesque imagery with profound explorations of human desire, morality, and the otherworldly. Sexual violence and transgressive sexuality appear throughout his work, often complicating the boundary between beauty and horror. In particular, Barker’s exploration of the sacred versus the profane is central, as the presence of sexual violence disrupts conventional moral frameworks and questions the nature of sin and desire. The collection’s influence was far-reaching, paving the way for horror fiction to be taken seriously as an art form capable of grappling with complex themes while delivering shocking, unforgettable scenes. Barker’s ability to balance poetic language with unsettling gore worked as a blueprint for many splatterpunk writers seeking depth beyond surface violence.

Edward Lee’s The Bighead epitomizes the extreme end of splatterpunk, reveling in unapologetically explicit violence, taboo subjects, and shock value. Lee’s storytelling mixes horror with dark humor and nihilism, pushing the boundaries of taste to explore the grotesque and the absurd. Sexual violence in Lee’s work is frequently explicit and controversial, serving to amplify the transgressive nature of his narratives. Furthermore, Lee uses sexual violence and deviancy as a way to examine the tension between the sacred and the profane—the clash between deeply ingrained cultural taboos and destructive carnal impulses. Though considered excessive by some, Lee’s books embody splatterpunk’s ethos of confronting the reader head-on with chaos and depravity. His work fuses visceral physical horror with nihilistic philosophical darkness, reflecting a world stripped of hope and full of monstrous extremes.

Richard Laymon’s One Rainy Night is notable for its blend of fast-paced plotting, graphic sexual and violent content, and elements of supernatural and psychological horror. Laymon’s work embodies a consistent use of sexual violence intertwined with sexual themes as part of the horror fabric, challenging readers with uncomfortable depictions of human depravity. His skillful pacing ensures that tension remains high, and his writing frequently navigates the intersection of splatterpunk gore with thrilling, page-turning storytelling. While his characters may sometimes function more as archetypes than fully nuanced figures, their plight against overwhelming horror rings true. Laymon’s stories helped solidify splatterpunk’s presence in mainstream horror by offering stories that are simultaneously intense, accessible, and relentlessly engaging.

William Joseph Martin (aka Poppy Z. Brite) stands apart for his elegant prose style and his exploration of identity, marginalization, and monstrosity through the lens of serial killers and dark romance. Martin (writing as Poppy Z. Brite) intertwines graphic violence with themes of homosexuality, queer identity, and sexual violence, challenging readers to consider the humanity amidst monstrosity. In doing so, Exquisite Corpse broadens splatterpunk’s thematic horizons, underscoring that horror’s most compelling stories often arise from complex characters whose transgressions are inseparable from their search for connection and self-understanding. Sexual violence in Martin’s work adds layers of suffering and violation that complicate the depiction of desire and identity, highlighting the fragile line between victim and monster. Martin’s fusion of stylistic beauty and bleak content enriches the genre’s emotional and intellectual depth.

Legacy and Impact of Splatterpunk Horror

A lasting impact of splatterpunk is evident in its refusal to compromise aesthetics for shock alone. Although its extreme visuals, sexual violence, and brutal thematic content led to limited mainstream acceptance, the genre’s influence persists. It demonstrated convincingly that graphic violence and sexual transgression could serve as a lens for social critique, psychological depth, and genre innovation. Works such as Wet Work exemplify its capacity for genre-blending; The Cipher exemplifies its introspective and cosmic depths; Off Season encapsulates its primal, uncompromising core. These stories continue to inspire writers who wish to push original boundaries, reshaping horror into a form that is as intellectually challenging as it is viscerally shocking.

Horror’s landscape has been irrevocably altered by splatterpunk. Its legacy persists not merely through the continued production of extreme horror but through its foundational principle—that horror is most potent when it does not flinch from the evils and truths of the human condition, including the often difficult subject of sexual violence. Its influence endures in the modern works that blend visceral impact with thematic richness, ensuring that horror remains a vital, evolving art form capable of confronting the darkest facets of existence while challenging cultural limits.

In embracing the fights, fears, and horrors that many shy away from, splatterpunk proves to be more than just a genre—it’s a bold call to confront the uncomfortable, an invitation to see horror not only as entertainment but as a mirror of our deepest truths. Its legacy remains a testament to the power of extremity paired with insight, forever pushing the boundaries of what horror can and should be.

Horror Book Review: The Cipher (by Kathe Koja)

Posted on October 13, 2025 by Arleigh

Kathe Koja’s The Cipher stands as a landmark achievement in splatterpunk and psychological horror, noted for its unapologetic dive into existential dread, fragmented narrative, and raw emotional landscape. Its reputation as a genre-defining work is well-earned, yet it also represents a demanding reading experience that diverges sharply from more traditional horror novels. For readers looking for straightforward thrills or clear-cut storytelling, Koja’s novel may feel opaque or even impenetrable. However, for those willing to engage deeply, The Cipher offers a poetic and unsettling exploration of alienation, obsession, and the unknowable.

At the heart of the novel’s challenge is Koja’s distinctive writing style. Eschewing conventional chapter structures or linear storytelling, The Cipher operates as an immersive psychological tapestry woven through the fragmented consciousness of its protagonist, Nicholas. The prose flows in long, often unruly sentences filled with impressionistic and surreal imagery that echo Nicholas’s damaged, chaotic inner world. His thoughts, memories, and anxieties drift in and out of focus, making the narrative feel like a fever dream or an inside-out nightmare. For readers new to literary horror or those more comfortable with clear plots and defined characters, this style can seem alienating and difficult to parse. The book frequently moves between blurred timelines, hallucinations, and raw emotional bursts, challenging the reader to accept ambiguity and psychological discomfort rather than easy narrative anchors.

The story revolves around Nicholas and Nakota, a dysfunctional and toxic couple trapped in a bleak urban environment that acts almost as a third character. This grim unnamed city, reminiscent of the American Rust Belt in decay during the early 1990s, exudes a cold, oppressive atmosphere that mirrors the emotional desolation of its residents. The setting’s grime and desolation bolster the novel’s themes of hopelessness and fragmentation, with Koja’s spare prose turning every scene into a sensory experience of discomfort and decay.

Central to the plot—and the horror—is the discovery of the Funhole, a mysterious and unnaturally black void located in a storage room of the apartment building. Hardly celebrated for whimsy, the Funhole is a locus of enigmatic and malevolent power that both fascinates and consumes. Nicholas and Nakota’s experiments with the Funhole—dropping insects, animals, and eventually cameras—reveal its capacity to distort and corrupt physical reality in grotesque ways, leading to disturbing mutations and aberrations. However, the real horror lies not just in these transformations but in the obsessive pull the Funhole exerts on the characters, particularly Nakota’s increasingly toxic fixation and Nicholas’s reluctant fascination.

Rather than relying on external action or traditional plot progression, The Cipher roots its terror in the psychological and emotional unraveling of its characters. The story is less about what happens and more about how it feels to fall apart in the face of an unknowable force. The degradation of Nicholas and Nakota’s relationship—marked by manipulation, dependency, and alienation—is the emotional thread binding the novel’s narrative chaos. This internal focus demands patience and a willingness to sit with discomfort from the reader; those unaccustomed to introspective or experimental fiction might find the experience frustrating or exhausting.

Overlaying all this is a strong vein of cosmic horror. The Funhole is presented as an unknowable abyss, an entity without explanation, echoing the eldritch voids found in the works of Lovecraft, Blackwood, and Machen. It refuses to comply with human curiosity or understanding, warping reality and identity in ways that defy definition. Unlike classic monster tales, the horror here is existential and diffuse, manifesting as a dark reflection of humanity’s inability to grasp the true nature of the universe or even themselves. In this respect, Koja’s work is a meditation on obsession and transformation, where the boundary between cosmic indifference and personal disintegration disappears.

While The Cipher has been celebrated for its ambition and literary risks, it offers little reprieve in terms of character likability or narrative closure. The protagonists are deeply flawed, often unlikable people caught in spirals of self-destruction. The novel’s resolution is ambiguous and bleak, leaving the audience with more questions than answers, emphasizing themes of loss, transformation, and the unknowable. It challenges standard genre expectations and eschews easy emotional satisfaction, positioning itself as a novel that unsettles rather than comforts.

Readers familiar with the edgier corners of horror fiction—fans of Clive Barker’s visceral fantasies or Poppy Z. Brite’s explorations of identity and desire—will find much to admire in Koja’s approach. The novel’s body horror is not gratuitous but symbolic, a metaphysical cracked mirror reflecting profound anxieties about embodiment, control, and alienation. Its grim realism and morally complex characters resonate alongside challenging literary experiments such as Fight Club and House of Leaves, where mental and existential crises are front and center.

In sum, Kathe Koja’s The Cipher stands as a bold, uncompromising exploration of despair, obsession, and cosmic terror wrapped in a chaotic, poetic narrative. It demands engagement on a deep level, rewarding readers with a unique experience that expands the scope of horror fiction. This is a novel best suited for those who prize atmosphere, psychological depth, and existential questioning over conventional scares or plot-driven horror. While it may prove inaccessible or taxing for some, for others it offers a transformative journey into the dark, tangled spaces of the mind and the universe—an unsettling masterpiece that lingers long after the final page is turned.

Horror Book Review: Off Season (by Jack Ketchum)

Posted on October 12, 2025 by Arleigh

“Man is the cruelest animal.” — Friedrich Nietzsche

Jack Ketchum’s Off Season wasn’t my first venture into extreme horror, but it was an important stop along the way in my continuing exploration of splatterpunk—those raw, confrontational horror stories that don’t flinch from showing you every grisly detail. I’d already spent time in the grand guignol worlds of Edward Lee, Richard Laymon, Poppy Z. Brite, and Brian Keene, and I thought I’d built up a decent resistance to the genre’s more intense offerings. Then I opened Off Season, and within a few chapters, I realized this was going to hit differently. It’s less a fun horror romp and more of an ordeal—one that leaves you feeling like you’ve just crawled out the other side of something vicious, primal, and deeply unsettling.

Ketchum builds his novel around the infamous legend of the Sawney Beane clan—a family of cannibals who, according to folklore, hunted travelers along the Scottish coast in the 15th century. He strips that story out of its historical setting and drops it into the rocky, isolated coast of Maine, replacing the medieval backdrop with an environment that still feels dangerous and untamed. The setup is simple enough: a group of friends from New York rent a secluded cabin, expecting a peaceful getaway, and instead find themselves hunted by a clan that’s every bit as savage as their legendary counterparts. There’s a vibe here that’s partly Romero zombie survival horror, partly John Carpenter claustrophobic menace, but the big difference is that these villains aren’t supernatural—they’re unsettlingly human, real in their hunger and their primal needs. They do what they do because it sustains them, and somehow that makes them worse than any ghost or monster.

While Wes Craven’s The Hills Have Eyes mined similar ground with a more stylized, exploitation-film aesthetic, Ketchum’s take leans hard into plausibility. His cannibal clan feels like a natural, if disturbing, product of generations of isolation and inbreeding, kept alive through hunting, killing, and eating whoever wanders too close. That realism is what makes the violence hit so hard. Ketchum describes their assaults on Carla, her sister Marjie, and their companions with an unapologetically matter-of-fact tone—no flourish, no dramatics. The worst moments aren’t always the attacks themselves, but what he shows inside the clan’s cave home. Kids scamper across jagged stone like feral animals, gnawing meat straight off the bone. Adults pair up in incestuous “unions” meant only to keep the bloodline going. It’s both grotesque and disturbingly believable.

That refusal to hold anything back is part of why Off Season has been linked to splatterpunk, the horror subgenre that gained fame (and infamy) for pushing gore, moral transgression, and human depravity to the forefront. Some critics wrote it off as “horror pornography,” too focused on shock value, but fans saw it differently. In Ketchum’s hands, it’s not about gore for gore’s sake—it’s about stripping away all the comfort zones and exposing something ugly yet honest. When you finish one of these novels, you’re not left thinking “That would never happen.” You’re left thinking “That could happen. Under the wrong circumstances, that would happen.”

One of Ketchum’s storytelling choices is speed. The pacing is fast—there’s just enough time to understand who the characters are before the horror crashes down. That keeps tension high but also means the victims aren’t deeply fleshed out. They’re more representative than personal, standing in for civilization as a whole rather than pulling us into their emotional worlds. You don’t get many chances to connect with them deeply. Instead, you watch them transform from vacationers into survivors, and in some cases, those survivors become something just as savage as the people hunting them.

That shift happens in the second half, when the remaining characters fight back. The counterattack is satisfying in its own crude way, but Ketchum never dresses it up as righteous victory. The brutality of revenge feels just as ugly and unrelenting as the initial assault. By the end, what’s been preserved isn’t humanity—it’s just the body count in favor of the people we started with. The survivors get out, but they’re not unchanged. It’s not the kind of ending that makes you breathe a sigh of relief. More like an exhale that admits, “We made it, but look at what it cost.”

When Off Season first came out in 1980, it caused an immediate stir. Its content was so graphic that some bookstores wouldn’t carry it, and an edited version had to be released to calm the outrage. Years later, Ketchum went back and put out the uncut edition, restoring everything that had been stripped away. Reading that version today is reading the novel as he intended—nothing softened, nothing taken off the table. And in the world of extreme horror, that kind of authenticity is prized. It’s part of what’s given Off Season its staying power; it’s not just a book, it’s a dare.

Underneath all the blood and carnage is a question that sticks with you: If people were cut off from society long enough—if they lost the rules, the moral codes, the comforts—how far would they regress? Ketchum’s cannibals don’t feel like the spawn of evil forces. They feel like us, just pushed far enough in the wrong direction. Their behavior doesn’t come from cruelty for cruelty’s sake. It comes from basic survival drives—hunger, reproduction, and dominance. That’s why they’re such unnerving villains. They’re an evolutionary throwback you can imagine existing somewhere out there, beyond the maps, waiting for someone else to wander too close.

Finishing Off Season doesn’t give you that neat sense of closure other horror stories sometimes aim for. It doesn’t even give you release. It leaves you worn down, a little grimy, and maybe even unsettled in ways you didn’t expect. That’s the difference between horror built on supernatural scares and horror built on human brutality. The latter lingers; it’s harder to shake because you can’t make it go away just by telling yourself, “It’s only fiction.” With Ketchum, you’re never entirely sure.

As far as splatterpunk milestones go, Off Season earns its reputation. It’s both a challenge and a gut-punch—the sort of book that reminds you horror can still be dangerous. It’s not for every reader—if you’re expecting subtle ghost stories or stylish monster tales, you won’t find them here. What you’ll find instead is a grim, fast-paced nightmare about people who’ve let go of everything we’d call human and replaced it with something primal, something real in their hunger and their primal needs. And in the end, that may be the most disturbing thing about them—they’re not from another world. They’re from ours.

Horror Book Review: Wet Work (by Philip Nutman)

Posted on October 11, 2025 by Arleigh

“Wet work” – intelligence community slang for covert operations involving assassination or killing, named for the ‘wet’ bloodshed such missions entail.

Philip Nutman isn’t a name most readers recognize outside of hardcore horror and zombie fiction circles, but within those communities, he’s remembered as an accomplished writer and journalist who carved out a unique space in the genre. For most of his career, Nutman worked as a freelance media journalist and film critic, contributing to magazines like Fangoria and Cinefantastique, where he covered the darker corners of cinema. As a fiction writer, he didn’t produce much in the way of novels, but the one he did publish—Wet Work (1993)—earned him lasting respect among fans who prefer their horror mixed with high-stakes action and cynical political undertones.

Wet Work began as a short story published in George A. Romero and John Skipp’s 1989 anthology Book of the Dead, a milestone collection that helped define zombie fiction as something literary rather than purely pulp. Even within that assembly of strong voices, Nutman’s story stood out for combining government espionage with apocalyptic horror. Expanding it into a full novel only amplified those elements, turning what had been a grim short tale into something closer to an action-horror epic with splatterpunk guts and a spy thriller’s pacing.

The novel opens with CIA operative Dominic Corvino, a member of an elite black-ops unit called Spiral, barely surviving a mission gone wrong in Panama City. From the start, Nutman gives the story a sense of distrust and paranoia—Corvino believes his team was deliberately sabotaged, their deaths engineered by someone inside the CIA. It’s an opening that reads more like a Cold War spy novel than a zombie tale, and that mix of tones is part of what makes Wet Work work so well. Nutman uses what he likely learned as a journalist—his knack for detail, the sense of how bureaucracies function (or fail to)—to give the early chapters an almost procedural authenticity. There’s a lived-in realism to the military and intelligence backdrop that keeps even the most outrageous elements of the story grounded.

Then comes the moment that shifts Wet Work from gritty reality into nightmarish surrealism. As the CIA plotline unfolds, a cosmic event takes place: the comet Saracen passes dangerously close to Earth and leaves behind some kind of invisible residue. It’s never fully explained whether it’s chemical, biological, or something beyond understanding, but its aftereffects begin to change life on the planet. Nutman uses the comet not just as a plot trigger but as a symbol of inevitability—a reminder that humankind’s end won’t always come from weapons or war, but sometimes from something as impersonal as celestial dust. It’s a bit of cosmic horror filtered through the lens of political and societal collapse, an end-of-days scenario that feels both mythic and strangely plausible.

Meanwhile, in Washington D.C., police officer Nick Packard becomes the reader’s main point of connection to the chaos on the ground. Packard starts the day leading a routine shift through the usual headaches of the city, but things unravel fast once Saracen’s effects take hold. Strange attacks start flooding police dispatch, cases of violence erupting in ways no one can explain, and what seem like random acts of brutality turn out to be part of something much larger. The city descends into panic as the dead begin returning to life. Nutman describes this breakdown with a sense of escalating dread that feels almost journalistic—each detail adds up, each scene observed as though through the eyes of someone trying to make sense of something senseless.

The zombies themselves are mostly what readers might expect from stories inspired by George A. Romero: slow-moving, decomposing, and relentless. But Nutman complicates things by hinting that not all of the reanimated are mindless. Some seem to retain fragments of human cunning or memory, enough to make them unpredictable and far more dangerous. This small twist gives the book a chilling edge, making it clear that intelligence doesn’t necessarily counteract monstrosity—it might even make it worse.

Corvino’s section of the novel runs parallel to Packard’s and serves as the darker, more psychological side of the story. He becomes consumed by his mission to find out who betrayed his team in Panama and make them pay. Physically, he’s battered and near his limits, operating in a world that no longer follows the rules of logic or hierarchy. Mentally, he’s trapped between loyalty, fury, and isolation—an operative trained for controlled violence now facing chaos that no training can manage. Nutman writes Corvino as a man unraveling in sync with the world around him. His search for answers feels less like a mission and more like an obsession, a desperate grasp at clarity in a world that’s literally stopped making sense.

Packard’s story, by contrast, brings everything down to a more personal survival narrative. As the crisis worsens, his only goal becomes reaching his wife, stranded in their suburban home outside the city. His journey across a collapsing Washington D.C. is one of the novel’s strongest threads, combining small moments of human connection with scenes of escalating horror. Through him, the reader gets a street-level view of societal breakdown—communications dying, infrastructure collapsing, and people reacting in unpredictable, often violent ways. What makes Packard’s arc compelling is its simplicity; amid government conspiracies and cosmic cataclysms, his is just a story about trying to save someone he loves.

Eventually, Corvino’s and Packard’s paths intersect, and both men come face to face with what’s left of the government. By this stage, authority itself has become just another form of predation. The people who once held power have adapted frighteningly well to the new world, shedding morality and decency like dead skin. Nutman doesn’t paint them as comic-book villains but as survivors whose ethics erode one decision at a time. In typical splatterpunk fashion, the line between humanity and monstrosity blurs completely.

Nutman’s writing in Wet Work is graphic, fast-moving, and unflinching. His descriptions of violence and gore are vivid without slipping into parody, and even when the pacing turns frenetic, it matches the story’s collapse into total madness. Where he stumbles is in a few awkward moments of dialogue and some stilted attempts at sexuality—scenes that read more forced than provocative. But those missteps never fully pull the story off course. If anything, they serve as reminders that Nutman, for all his journalistic precision, was still finding his rhythm in long-format storytelling.

The novel embodies everything bold about early 1990s horror fiction: big ideas, unrestrained violence, and a willingness to splice genres that didn’t normally coexist. Wet Work could just as easily sit beside Dawn of the Dead as it could a paranoid spy novel from the 1980s. Nutman understood that the systems people depend on—government, military, media—are fragile constructs that crumble the second survival becomes personal. That realism, drawn from his background in journalism, grounds the chaos he unleashes. Even at its most supernatural, Wet Work feels uncomfortably plausible because its human failures ring true.

After Wet Work, Nutman shifted back toward shorter forms, writing comics, novellas, and media journalism rather than more novels. In hindsight, that makes his one major book feel all the more significant. It’s the place where all his skills—his eye for detail, his fascination with moral gray areas, and his love of horror excess—come together.

For zombie fiction fans, Wet Work remains a hidden gem worth revisiting. It’s not just a gore-fest or survival tale but a demonstration of how horror doesn’t need to stay confined within its own walls. Nutman showed that the genre can bleed into others—melding espionage, political thriller, and cosmic dread into something distinct and alive. In a field that sometimes plays it safe, Wet Work reminds readers that horror thrives on experimentation, that it’s strongest when it’s hybridized and unpredictable. With Nutman’s death in 2013, any chance of seeing another full-length novel from him is gone, but what remains is proof that horror, when unafraid to evolve, can be far more than blood and fear—it can be reinvention itself.