A book with balls the size of Mount Rushmore, a major boner for all things weaponry and writing that is impossible to read without hearing the voice of Dirty Harry in your head.
A crazed televangelist called Luther Enoch triggers a nuclear war between America and Russia with the aim of lording over what little remains of society. Opposing him is Magnus Trench, a Vietnam veteran turned business big-wig, who was spared being nuked by virtue of being on a peaceful sabbatical in Golden Gate national park. On a mission to discover what became of his wife and son, the heavily armed Trench battles his way through a Mad Max style landscape populated by mohawk sporting punks, scum, baddies, hard cases and slime balls.
An absolutely berserk, sugar rush of a book that fully delivers in terms of action and gore, rarely coming up for breath. It channels the hard R-rated action movies of the era, but goes much, much harder. It's politics are an absolute minefield that is difficult to second guess. It seems pro capitalism -with Trench praised for making it in the corporate world- but it also seems pro hippie- with Trench briefly taking up with a bunch of survivors who fashion themselves along the lines of a 1960s commune. It loves its guns and regards the US government as weak and untrustworthy, but is at pains to not paint Trench as a survivalist. It's pro family, Trench's endgame being to be reunited with his wife and child, yet he thinks nothing of emptying his balls into most of the women he encounters in post apocalyptic America. It's full of extreme violence and with sex described at a level of hardcore porn, but has it's hero complain about rock music and violent television being a corrupting influence on the young. It sidesteps the easier route for the 1980s of making the Russians and the PLO the villains (even though the opportunity to do both presents itself) and instead goes after Christian fundamentalists. So there more food for thought here than you'd expect, amidst scenes of brains flowing out of eye sockets, a man's bladder being destroyed, causing his lungs to fill up with urine (the sicko in me enjoyed that bit) and lots of limbs being lost to heavy gunfire. I thought Shaun Hutson had a thing for guns, but his interest in firepower seems quite casual compared to the author of his book. The meticulous attention to detail, always listing the make of guns, the type of ammo, the rpm, etc etc, can seem a bit techy if you're not into guns as much as the author of this book...and I'm beginning to suspect that no one is into guns as much as the author of this book, but it is certainly a distinct characteristic. The book was brought to my attention in unusual circumstances. John Mozzer, who used to act in porn under the name Alan 'Spike' Adrian, posted about the book on social media, speculating that the dedication in it referred to his now deceased friend Lisa Baumgardner 'For Lisa, here's looking at you kid'. Baumgardner was the publisher of the NYC zine 'Bikini Girl', an underground filmmaker and a prolific bondage model. Which, if Mozzer is correct about that dedication, might also explain the strong S&M scene in the book "the spreadeagled woman lay naked on a stainless steel table to which she was secured by metal clamps". Whatever the case, I can't stress how much fun I had with this book, it's unironic, industrial strength men's adventure material, and I didn't want it to end...so it's just as well that there's four more books in the series. Phoenix: Dark Messiah is an entertaining work of fiction that will hopefully stay that way, but given how things are going it may one day soon also double as a handy survival guide. Perhaps the question we all need to be asking ourselves right now is...are you man enough to live in a Magnus Trench world?