I purchased a beautiful, signed hardcover edition of Jackpot from the Sinister Grin Press booth at Horror for the Holidays, an all-horror gift bazaar hosted by Blood Over Texas here in Austin once a year. When I asked the man minding the shop which of the books was his personal favorite, he protested that such a choice was like picking a favorite child, but still gave the nod to Jackpot in the end. With such a delightful premise as "What if a serial killer won the lottery?", I was happy to pick up a copy and support my local horror scene.
Now that I have read Jackpot, I have to admire the self-assuredness of that man in recommending this book to anyone he didn't have it on firm authority was a die-hard gore fiend. When I finished reading it, I closed the cover, and carefully tucked it away in my bag. I read it at work, and I could not risk accidentally leaving it behind in my library, where someone else might pick it up. I suspect there would be inquiries. The violence in this book is extreme, is what I'm saying. To a degree that would be almost comical if it weren't, in this reader's opinion, quite so vicious.
Jackpot positively assaults the reader with one crazed character and twisted torture scene after another. The smooth flow of the writing never betrays the shifting between the four authors, but there is a sneaking sense of one-upmanship as the story, utterly depraved from word one, builds and builds to its truly insane conclusion. As a fanatical horror fan I'm no shrinking violet when it comes to inventive methods of killing people, but some scenes in the climax of this book had my jaw dropping. Waaay over the top. Not that that's a bad thing!
Hyper-violence can certainly be entertaining, but it's very rarely scary, and this is no exception. You just keep watching to see what those zany psychopaths will come up with next. However, I like to have a character I can root for, and Booker is just kind of...bland. I did want him to succeed over his enemies, but only because they were actively unlikeable (and in comparison to him, that's saying something). It wasn't until the final scene with Frank, the ruthless lawyer, that I really started to warm to either of them. And then it was over! A perfect note to end on, I must admit, but it left me wanting more of that. Luckily, the brave bookseller at the booth assured me that a sequel was forthcoming.