Beware:
** spoiler alert ** There are two kinds of Richard Laymon novels: ones with an acceptable level of stupidity, and ones where the stupidity rises like a tidal wave and subsumes the whole story. Unfortunately, BEWARE is one of the latter.
Plot-wise, the book is pure Dean Koontz. A young, attractive heroine teams up with a mystery writer and a private detective to evade a psycho-killer rendered invisible by a murderous death cult. (Trust me, that's not the stupid part.) However, Dean Koontz would never even THINK of penning a novel this schlocky, this nasty, this rape-happy. If Laymon were either a better author or a worse one, BEWARE would offend you, scare you, or at least make you nauseous. However, Laymon's over-the-top, cartoonish literary style and bare-bones narrative take the edge off the book's sadism, treating the whole thing as a big lark. Is it in poor taste? Absolutely. Can I defend him for writing it? Nope. Did I enjoy it anyway? Guilty as charged (at least for the first half).
But though I didn't take the book seriously enough to be offended by it, I did take issue with how dumb certain aspects of it were. The "invisible man" in this story does nothing but murder people and cause mayhem throughout, yet the main characters insist on going out of their way to capture him alive. Why, you ask? So they can get his story, write a book about him, and make tons of money in royalties, of course. What could possibly go wrong with a plan like that?
And if that weren't bad enough, they actually let the invisible killer go free at one point, hoping he will help them out of a jam. Trust me, that decision doesn't end well.
There's other dumb stuff to complain about, too, but I think you get my point. BEWARE is a lousy horror novel by an author whose best work I have a hard enough time defending as it is.
Dark Mountain:
This is probably the only Laymon novel that I might describe as a slow burn. After a gruesome opening sequence, Laymon is content to spend the next 200 pages or so mostly just developing his characters and their relationships to each other. Most of the story revolves around camping, so this is a good one to take with you on a long backpacking trip or something. You get the impression that Laymon really loved camping trips... You also get the impression, once again, that he was a pervy son of a gun. This novel positively drips with sex, much of which is incredibly uncomfortable for one reason or another. And he's so straightforward and unapologetic about it, one has to wonder if he even realized how cringy some of these scenes are.
The novel never gets around to doing anything new or interesting (though it does anticipate the movie FINAL DESTINATION to some degree), but it's entertaining enough in its own demented way. Scary stuff happens throughout, but it's all too implausible and shlocky to ever be truly creepy.
This is the kind of horror novel your parents said would rot your brain. And while I did have a good time with it, I can't say I entirely disagree with that assessment.