A great title and a wonderful cover are the precursors to this slightly disappointing and formulaic horror yarn by prolific genre writer Graham Masterton. Masterton achieved fame in the ‘70s with a series of gory potboilers, including his debut The Manitou and Charnel House. On first appearance, The Devils of D-Day is a slim volume, with the cover proclaiming that “the fiends of battle return in the shattering shock-novel of occult warfare”. Sadly, I was fooled, expecting this to be a WWII era war/horror book. Instead it’s set in the then-present day, as the hero of the story prowls rural France and comes across a demon locked away in a tank. Of course, he decides to free the demon, and then all hell breaks loose.
Or rather, it doesn’t. Instead, the demon taunts our hero in Exorcist-style exchanges of dialogue, while Masterton valiantly attempts to build up a frightening atmosphere by refusing to describe its physical appearance – instead it hides in dark corners or under the bedclothes. Of course, there’s a gory murder thrown into the story every now and then, just to keep things moving along, and for a change the victims are all old people, rather than the teenage girls one comes to expect from reading these type of books and watching these type of movies. One guy has his insides torn out, a woman is impaled with crockery (a certain rip-off of Stephen King’s Carrie) and another guy is torn to shreds when his lounge window explodes.
Things eventually start getting more exciting as the climax approaches, set in the cellar of a building used by the British ministry of defense. Here, the demon’s brethren are finally summoned as well as a huge demon overlord in the shape of a mule. There are lots of creepy descriptions of devils, a few people getting slaughtered and a decent stand-off between humans and devils as we finally reach the type of Dennis Wheatley-style occult horror that the cover claims this book delivers. It all winds up pretty neatly in what is a very short and light read.
This book isn’t too bad as books go. Masterton’s prose is passable, although he got a lot better as he got older, with Flesh and Blood standing as one of the most frightening horror books I’ve ever read, but that was around 1990/1. There’s just a sense of seen-it-all-before to the action which works against it. The author’s obviously done his research, and the various incantations and names of the demons are all drawn from myth (or reality, depending on your beliefs). This adds a certain level of believability that’s missing from other genre books, like those written by Guy N. Smith. Still, this is very much run-of-the-mill stuff, not great but not particularly bad either. It’s okay.