Edward Lee is one of the most successful, if not most prolific, authors of splatterpunk. A career that expands several decades, and unlike many authors of kin, has not shied away from the nasty stuff that made him notable. In fact, he's upped the ante throughout his career, producing nasty stuff that's innovative and influential. He continues to churn out lurid, gross out horror today.
And it technically all started with this one, Ghouls, from 1988.
My interest in reading Ghouls was peaked by wanting to see where Lee started, to draw similarities to his more recent works. And yes, I know there's two books before this one written under pseudonym, but the author himself shares that they bear no resemblance to the rest of his body of work. That paired with the exorbitant prices those titles go for, for all intents and purposes, Ghouls is Lee's debut.
So is this thing a classic that opens floodgates to one of the legendary authors working today?
Unfortunately no.
It's a fine, super easy-to-read, mid-tier Horror novel, albeit with very, very little to set it apart from any of its many relatives. But is it groundbreaking or eluding to a career that would span decades? Not exactly.
It's slow as all hell, overwritten by at least a hundred pages and the short bursts of Lee's soon to be trademark gore and action hardly make it worth it. You could do worse, you could do better. I loved the build-up, for the first half of the book anyway. The pay off simply wasn't enough.
The book of the book touts "a novel of unrelenting terror in the tradition of Dean Koontz", and while I'd subtract the unrelenting terror part, that's a great analogy. This reads just like an early Koontz books, with the gore quotient slightly amped up:
A rash of unsolved disappearances and murders jostle a small town, leaving Kurt Morris, a townie cop and his bumbling colleagues to figure it out, with limited resources. Enter a mysterious stranger, who knows more than he wears on his sleeve and a bunch of entertaining subplots involving a slew of unlikeable hicks having lots of sex and/or beating the hell out of each other, with a dash of monsters and gore and you've got the very standard Ghouls.
For a book called Ghouls, there's not a whole lot of Ghoul-action.
Anyway, it's not bad, just pure middle-of-the-road stuff, a sign of the time. I guess the writing is marginally better than the other Zebra/Pinnacle authors of the time, but not enough to foresee that Edward Lee would become a cult figure.
Give it a spin if you want to see Lee's start, or have never read an 80s horror paperback, but would like to read a rudimentary example of what they were like. It's all standard, all the way.