And well does this anthology deserve its “mammoth” title! Another in a series of huge, themed compendiums from reliable editor Stephen Jones, this is an able mix of classic and contemporary vampire fiction.
It begins well with Clive Barker’s weird HUMAN REMAINS, about a rent boy haunted by a doppelganger. Fans of the author will know to expect the gruesome stuff in this one. Brian Lumley’s NECROS is less inspiring and more predictable, winning points for the craft evident in the author’s writing style rather than the plot, but Brian Stableford’s THE MAN WHO LOVED THE VAMPIRE LADY is an excellent and worthwhile effort, a 17th century horror/romance that never disappoints.
FOR THE BLOOD IS THE LIFE, by F. Marion Crawford, is one of the best here, a chillingly atmospheric take on the old legends. It’s slow paced and lengthy, set in old world Italy, and stands as one of my favourite vampire stories of all time. Ramsey Campbell’s THE BROOD is also well written, full of the author’s trademark urban decay and hard to fault. Robert Bloch’s HUNGARIAN RHAPSODY isn’t bad, mixing gangsters and bloodsuckers, but shows that there’s only so much you can do in this overworked genre.
Poe’s LIGEIA is one I didn’t care for: it’s a nostalgic piece but the horror feels diluted and the story overwritten, not up to his usual standard. Still, STRAGELLA, by pulp veteran Hugh B. Cave, is top-of-the-genre stuff, a fast-paced vampire pulp full of unique little touches (a Crucifix tattoo, for instance) that I loved.
David J. Schow’s A WEEK IN THE UNLIFE, about a vampire hunter, is morbid and depressing, and gory with it, but it has a great climax that lifts it from the mundane. THE HOUSE AT EVENING is by Frances Garfield (Manly Wade Wellman’s wife) and a somewhat erotic, subtle variant on the theme. R. Chetwynd-Hayes delivers THE LABYRINTH, an old “couple takes refuge in ancient house on the moors” type tale full of graphic horror and grim humour that really works.
Karl Edward Wagner is the man behind BEYOND ANY MEASURE, a weird work of social realism full of goth parties, drug abuse and lesbians. It’s shocking, but oddly engaging with it. But it pales in comparison to Basil Copper’s monstrous DOCTOR PORTHOS, a short, short effort with a thick, thick atmosphere, a feat that few authors can aspire to achieve.
DRACULA’S GUEST, by the ubiquitous Stoker, was originally a chapter excised from DRACULA as it was felt to slow the tale down too much. I’m glad it survived through the years because it stands well as a story in its own right, an excellent description of a barren countryside populated by malignant creatures. Dennis Etchison’s IT ONLY COMES OUT AT NIGHT is at the opposite end of the spectrum – a couple touring a US desert visit an eerie rest stop – but just as scary, with the chills of a heart-stopping variety here.
DRACULA’S CHAIR, by Peter Tremayne, is a lesser effort, with the title speaking for itself. It’s a little too normal to register much. But Melanie Tem comes up trumps with THE BETTER HALF, a superb story full of atmosphere and suspense that I can’t rightly describe; the level of growing dread here is tremendous. Equally good is M. R. James’s AN EPISODE OF CATHEDRAL HISTORY, about an evil spirit residing within an ancient tomb. The antiquary background is perfect for this story involving red-eyed demons lurking in the streets and weird screams in the night; one of the author’s lesser-known, but best, tales.
Manly Wade Wellman created a psychic detective in Judge Pursuivant and CHASTEL sees him tackling a vampiric creature. Written in 1979, this isn’t as strong as the author’s older pulp efforts, but it’s great to see the character back in action and the story is reminiscent of Seabury Quinn at his best. For a totally ‘outre’ experience, try Howard Waldrop’s DER UNTERGANG DES ABENDLANDESMENSCHEN, about two cowboys hunting a German bloodsucker. It’s jokey, anecdotal and full of knowing references; I had a ball with it.
E. F. Benson’s THE ROOM IN THE TOWER is yet another favourite of mine: a subtle, powerful nightmare captured on paper. This is up there with the best of M. R. James. Graham Masterton’s LAIRD OF DUNAIN is pure gristle, packed with the author’s trademark grue and little else. But F. Paul Wilson’s MIDNIGHT MASS is a lot better: lengthy and straightforward, action-focused and always entertaining. A Jewish priest and an alcoholic minister team up to battle a plague of the undead, and a siege in a desecrated church is tremendous stuff.
BLOOD GOTHIC, by Nancy Holder, is a dark romance, and not really my cup of tea. But Les Daniels writes a blinder in YELLOW FOG, a Victorian horror story that’s great fun. His London feels real and the story ably mixes together grave robbers, vampires, séances and psychopaths into an enthralling mix. Coming after this, Steve Rasnic Tem’s VINTAGE DOMESTIC is a sickening letdown.
Kim Newman was on to a great idea in his novella RED REIGN – what if Dracula survived his novel and took over England? It’s an alternate history effort full of spellbinding spectacle, and was expanded into the equally good novel ANNO DRACULA; both are worth a read. The anthology finishes on Neil Gaiman’s little poem, VAMPIRE SESTINA: tragic, atmospheric, and rather moving.
For the most part, this is a splendid collection that I can’t recommend enough in terms of pure enjoyment.