The Pariah is an obscure horror novel from 1983, a good time for horror fiction. Phantoms, Floating Dragon and Pet Sematary were all published that year; so was The Pariah, but hardly anyone heard about it.
Being a British author, Graham Masterton has somehow never gathered a big following in the USA, despite being as prolific as the two titans of terror, King and Koontz. In his native Britain and Europe he remains a strong figure, publishing a new novel or two every year. Being prolific certainly has its advantages, as fans never have to wait too long for new work from their favorite author; however, such endless stream of new words buries the previous achievements and renders them obscure, as is the case with The Pariah.
Now, from all of Masterton's output, this was the one that was regularly selected and recommended by my peers when we were in school. This was the book people talked about during the breaks; this was the book to be read, if you wanted to discover Masterton. This was the book that even people who don't read horror enjoyed; it was good.
The key word when describing The Pariah is atmospheric. Graham Masterton has written a ton of novels, which wildly range in quality; this one is up there when it comes to setting the mood. It's all creaking floorboards, big victorian houses, people with secrets and weird, strange paintings. The sense of mystery is strong. Working on the ever reliable canvas of small-town horror, Masterton set his novel in Granitehead, a small, sleepy town near the Massachusets lake. John Trenton, an antique dealer, tries to cope with his wife's death. He is disturbed by noises he hears at night; he blames his state of mind. But when he discovers a strange painting of Granitehead's sea-shore, which shows a ship that should not be there. John discovers that not everything in Granitehead is what it seems; he sets on to discover the secret of the painting, a quest on which he will discover much more than he bargained for.
Masterton takes his sweet time in setting the mood and tension, the plot develops slowly, but is filled with a brooding sense of sadness. Graham is well known for employing folk myths and history in his novels, and The Pariah is no exception. The well-drawn locale of Granitehead does indeed hide many secrets, and perhapes the best element is the process of discovery. Myths, legends, old papers and books...I do not want to spoil the novel so I'll refrain from discussing the plot further. It's worth discovering on your own.
The only bad thing about the novel is the climax, that for me came to suddenly. I thoroughly enjoyed the setting, the characters, their search for understanding and the eeriness of it all, so maybe that's why I did not want to reach the end. But I'm glad I did. It's a novel worth your time for the atmosphere alone, and the very ending is a satisfying and fitting conclusion.
To sum up, The Pariah is a novel that should satisfy every fan of horror fiction. It has been proclaimed Masterton's best numerous times, and he indeed might have never gotten better than this. It stayed with me; for a long time after finishing it in my mind I still heard waves breaking on the shores of Granitehead.