Predators and predation is the theme (in case you can’t tell from the title.) Interpretations of said-theme are wide and varied within this collection. Some are hits for me, some near-misses, some puzzling in how far they strayed from the assignment.
It starts with Dean Koontz—isn’t there a law or something that says King opens all these anthologies? The story is “Hardshell,” about a detective tracking a superhuman beast. Koontz is not as good as King, nowhere near Barker, but he’s better than John Saul and this one didn’t hurt too bad.
There’s a surprisingly unoriginal offering from the very good and usually very original John Shirley. It deals with a premise that was a hoary cliché even when this thing came out about three decades ago. If I want a story about haunted horror movies, I’ll watch John Carpenter’s “Cigarette Burns,” again; if I want the cursed rubber masks, I’ll order one from the Silver Shamrock corporation, thank you very much.
The best story in the collection was probably John Betancourt’s “The Man Who Collected Knives.” It deals with a knife dealer and collector whose obsession leads him to hallucinate a small animal made of blades—I imagined it as arachnoid. The thing speaks to him, and as you can guess, it doesn’t spend most of its time advising him to help old ladies with their groceries. This one has economy and, more importantly, symmetry, which makes me think it would make a good entry in an anthology series. Sadly, the “Masters of Horror” is no more, and none of the streaming series I’ve seen seem quite up to snuff. How do you outdo Meatloaf skinning himself alive with a butcher knife, or George Wendt having a Norman Bates-esque oedipal breakdown with his skeleton family?
Also quality was Billy Sue Mosiman’s “Life Near the Bone.” It takes a quote from the great transcendentalist / naturalist Henry David Thoreau and sees what happens when a grad student takes it too seriously. After all, if one is to forego possessions, might not a bit of knifework be required to sever one from the things of the world?
Rounding out my triumvirate of top picks is “Mind Slash Matter” by Edward Wellen. It deals with the travails of an ageing screenwriter whose mind and body are failing him. If that wasn’t enough, there’s someone (or multiple someones) trying to kill him. Thankfully he’s guided by a friendlier version of HAL, a computer that helps him navigate the otherwise unnavigable world. And it’s a good thing this story works, since it’s by far the longest entry in the book. It’s easily novella length and probably shading toward novel-length. Don’t ask me for an exact wordcount, though, because as obsessive-compulsive as I am, I’m not crazy enough to count word by word.
Do I recommend the book? I don’t know. How bored are you?