Christopher Wright (who writes the American Chillers and Michigan Chillers series under the pen name Johnathan Rand) has a great story of rising to commercial literary relevance from humble origins. When publishers declined to buy his initial Michigan Chillers manuscripts, he went the self-publication route, acting as an entrepreneur in hand-selling his own books to hotels across the state of Michigan in hopes young readers staying at the hotels would pick the books up and get hooked on them. The strategy worked smashingly, better than Wright could have reasonably expected. Young tourists from states other than Michigan were loving the Michigan Chillers, too, creating demand for regional stories about other states and the alliterative monsters that might live there. Thus American Chillers was born, and Christopher Wright became a self-made success in the book market. I have much respect for what he's accomplished.
When Rick Owens goes off to Camp Willow in Michigan for the summer, he's expecting fun times, camaraderie with a new friend or two, and pleasantly eerie nights beside the campfire with kids and counselors scaring one another with made-up horror stories. The horror seems to visit Rick's cabin door for real the first night at camp, however, when he awakens from a realistic nightmare with the unsettling sensation that a wild creature has been lurking outside his window. The next night after hearing heavy, insistent scratching on the cabin door, Rick investigates to find deep scratches in the wooden door, gashes no ordinary animal could have made. One camper is so afraid he elects to head home right away, and Rick is frightened, too, but he doesn't want to give up his camping experience for the whole summer without at least learning what's out there to fear. With the help of two girls he met since arriving at camp, Leah and Sandy, Rick slips away during a free period to hunt down whatever animal is prowling around Camp Willow and terrorizing the kids. Rumors among the lead counselors suggest horrible swamp mutants are on the loose around the camp, and no one has been able to stop them, but could that be true? Can Rick and his newfound friends discover a rational explanation for the claw marks on the cabin door...or is the answer even more sinister than Rick has been led to believe?
"Some things are just too strange to understand."
—The Michigan Mega-Monsters, PP. 171-172
Probably the best thing about The Michigan Mega-Monsters is how the story connects to a couple of the books in the Michigan Chillers series, in ways I won't reveal here in the interest of not spoiling the surprise. Readers of that other series will likely be satisfied with the tie-ins; I was happy with it, and I hadn't even read any of the Michigan Chillers before trying this first American Chillers offering. These aren't just knockoffs of R.L. Stine's Goosebumps, either; The Michigan Mega-Monsters has its own style and appeal, and worked well for me. I do wonder if the author served as his own editor, at least in early editions of the book. The writing is noticeably less streamlined than most major series, and usage and grammar aren't always perfect. These are errors a professional editor should have caught, though I don't blame Christopher Wright if he chose not to go to the expense of hiring one for the early editions of an experimental self-published series. Also, the copy of the book I read has "The" before Michigan Mega-Monsters in the title, when the title works just as well and is more compact without the definite article. Perhaps on the advice of an editor, later editions were simply titled Michigan Mega-Monsters. I'm giving this book one and a half stars, but I enjoyed myself with it, and will continue not only with the series, but the Michigan Chillers, too. There's a lot more excitement to come, and I look forward to being part of it.