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Clowns Gone Postal
Buzzy is used to being a hotshot. When his philandering catches up to him, he loses his job as dean of Harvard, he loses his wife, and he loses his house. He's stuck paying alimony, so he needs a job and quick. When his neighbor tells him about how much a clown makes, he decides to become a clown.
One day, after losing his position after a birthday party gone wrong, He meets with his colleagues at the Laughing Clown Pub to drink away his woes. Mimes enter the premises and hurt the feelings of one of the other clowns. Buzzy decides he's tired of being the butt of the joke. When one of the mimes turns against his own kind, they all decide to go postal and take revenge on those who have wronged them, while planning to wage war with the mimes. Things get intense and wild until they end in a bloodbath to end all bloodbaths! Will the clowns win the war, or will they be wiped out?
This is an extreme horror novel, and is not suitable for those under 18, the weak-stomached, or the easily offended.
One day, after losing his position after a birthday party gone wrong, He meets with his colleagues at the Laughing Clown Pub to drink away his woes. Mimes enter the premises and hurt the feelings of one of the other clowns. Buzzy decides he's tired of being the butt of the joke. When one of the mimes turns against his own kind, they all decide to go postal and take revenge on those who have wronged them, while planning to wage war with the mimes. Things get intense and wild until they end in a bloodbath to end all bloodbaths! Will the clowns win the war, or will they be wiped out?
This is an extreme horror novel, and is not suitable for those under 18, the weak-stomached, or the easily offended.
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October 9, 2026
CLOWNS GONE POSTAL [2026] By Summer T. Waters
My Review Rated Three Stars
Tip: If you enjoy satirical, violent, and absurd horror with a darkly comedic edge, Clowns Gone Postal offers a high octane, over the top read — but be prepared for extreme content. AI Overview
Indie author Summer T. Waters released her newest work ( Clowns Gone Postal ) earlier this year in June. Yes, “Summer”. Her breakout debut novel (“Puppe”) came out last winter (2025). This fellow Splatterpunk horror club member has published quite a bit in fact. The switch from dark romance to EH/Splatterpunk has been more recent. Her new work in my favorite genre was selected as a Group Read. Frankly, I disliked the title and its implication, namely that “it was about clowns”. BTW before I forget, the Cover Art by T.A. Moorman was spectacular in my opinion. Anyway, back at the farm, I downloaded a “Sample” of the book. I figured I would dislike it right off the bat, and then I could post a note on the Discussion Thread that the short horror work just didn’t resonate with me. The “Sample” essentially covered only Summer’s Acknowledgments and the lengthy list of “Trigger Warnings”. Aside from the declaration You can call me Buzzy. I was unable to read even the first chapter. This is the path I traveled before the Buy Now button confronted me like a smirk.
I read the paragraph or so on Splatterpunk about the plotline and then plunged right into the read. Let it suffice to say I found nothing praiseworthy about the writing and conversely, I did not stumble across anything I considered amusing. The storyline is simple if not a bit unconventional. A former disgraced college dean You can call me Buzzy accepts employment as a clown and fails miserably at it too. He finds himself at the Laughing Clown Pub downtown where he congregates with some other still-employed clowns at the bar. Mimes then enter the establishment and there is friction to ensue between the two groups of entertainers. One of the mimes (Reginald) “defects” and remains at the bar with the enraged clowns. He does so for purely personal reasons, but Buzzy becomes instrumental in stirring up the group to carry out multiple homicides over a few weeks and then go to “war” with the mimes.
Buzzy begins his acts of retribution “on those who have wronged us” by Chapter Five Week One . I want to mention here that “Buzzy” (perhaps not the Clown but a clown ) owns a “cabin in the woods” which is in “the forest”. The story is sequentially unfolded by the main character of Buzzy using first-person POV. He'd described his appearance earlier as (" ugly as sin") but more significantly as a 5'4" pot-bellied heavy smoker, and he had previously worked in a sedentary job. He meets no resistance on his relentless search to “mete out” extreme violence, torture, and other sick varieties of mayhem. Descriptive prose is sorely lacking. In one case a man decided to throw a punch and Buzzy caught the flying fist in his hand and squeezed it crushing the bones. Incredulity reigned from Chapter One through The End that was NOT The End .
The prose style suffered from white room syndrome in that the scenes were not described to the extent that I could form a picture in my mind’s eye where the activity or typically violent action was taking place. The whole narrative storyline is comprised of a laundry list of atrocities which Buzzy visits upon those individuals he perceives have “wronged” him. A spouse or infant child are collateral damage. His acts of attrition are primarily torture, mutilation, and murder, but he makes time to defecate while being serviced, too. Toileting tasks are summarily listed, e.g. getting up, wiping, and flushing. One might assume he got up off the commode, wiped, and flushed. The reader cannot “imagine” the scenes of his blood-soaked visitations, to include the two referenced locations (the pub and Buzzy's cabin he got in the divorce). The kill sights included his victim's homes, but details are nil or spartan. It felt to this reader that the so-called revenge murders were happening in a vacuum, back to the pub (or not), rinse and repeat.
Mood or texture was also sorely lacking. There were dramatic ostensibly violent and gut-wrenching events on nearly every page but emotionally the stage was empty and occupied by the unconvincing character of Buzzy and the thinly drawn characters of his victims. No emotional weather existed to accompany the pathological rage of the main villain.
Credibility gaps one could drive a caravan through predominated the narrative. The storyline is unraveled by reading Buzzy's first-person account. Buzzy’s vocabulary and diction contributed to his uncomplex characterization. His background and former education, career did not jive with his vulgar word choices. Admittedly on one occasion he deployed the colloquial “dick” (for penis) and subsequently “phallus” in the same sentence. That is something an educated man “might” say, but also could be indicative of a writer snatching another word for penile shaft out of the air. Buzzy used a constant stream of gutter talk and base language generally considered to be profane as a rule.
In addition to Buzzy’s communication skills being inconsistent, he also performed skillfully as a seasoned butcher, a master chef, and certainly a pharmacist, chemist, and a skilled surgeon. I could add a seasoned thug or former bodyguard since he handled two victims at a time, demonstrated extreme speed and agility at times, and could pulverize a man’s fist with one hand. Dopamine? Neurotoxins, etc. Where does a former Dean of Harvard acquire such knowledge of poisons and pharmaceuticals? Forget the "knowledge"... where does he acquire the products? This was a big disconnect for me.
Non-plot related errors pulled me out of the story on multiple occasions. These errors fell into the category of medicine. The author posited that her main character ("You can call me Buzzy") possessed the surgical skill to carry out a ritual execution method ("blood eagle") on a man who not only lived through the entire procedure but was still alive by the time that Buzzy drove to the pub and persuaded his clown comrades to accompany him back to his cabin in the woods to see his handiwork. History is divided whether the "blood eagle" is fact or fiction, but if true the victim would certainly die of either asphyxia or hemorrhagic shock when the ribs are separated from the spine. "Buzzy" is ostensibly a former University Dean and freshly unemployed Clown. The narrative is silent to any medical or surgical training.
Buzzy demonstrates ignorance of the post-mortem process of rigor mortis during the visit to school his wife. He states it is minutes when in fact the jaw would not be affected for likely two hours. He obtains "neurotoxin", drugs for sedation (which act instantly in seconds), and injects " dopamine" into a victim's neck and then harvests her flesh plus internal organs while she remains placid, smiling, and happy.
Factual errors have a way of really bugging me. The victim says this to Buzzy AFTER she has been mutilated (fingers, hands, arms, toes, feet, and legs were sawed off and the open wounds submerged in acetone). The body of the victim ("nothing more than a torso") would not have been ALIVE to say anything. Certainly not "You can still save me and get help. There's still time."
I was left with a big unanswered question about how the character of Buzzy could be likeable, laudable, or even tolerable. In my opinion there were critical obstacles in areas of readability, character development, atmosphere, and additionally the irritation of a litany of non-plot related factual mistakes. I was never impacted by the actions of Buzzy killing and brutalizing his victims. I would read that he delivered enough blunt force trauma to the head of a victim for coma or death to be a certainty. Then the victim would respond to him in rational succinct sentences.
Finally, this story written by Summer was evidently created to be a combination of comedy and horror. I stumbled upon this awkward (for me) truth while compiling some notes. Clowns Gone Postal is evidently classified as a “Horror Comedy” and with a premise that is “highly satirical”. Summer has personally celebrated the fact that it has been ranking highly on Amazon’s Horror Comedy bestseller charts . I was quite embarrassed that I was unaware that I was looking at the (novella?) from a skewed perspective. The above “book review” was written “off the cuff” and my previous notes discarded. I do not read “Comedy Horror” thus I am clearly uncertain how substantial my impressions are for this particular piece of writing. My rating is an “outlier” based upon evaluating the existing reviews I was able to check on the fly. I did not find the work amusing, but then, I am obviously NOT the “target audience”. All the best to Summer T. Waters in her endeavors to continue to thrive and enjoy the EH/Splatterpunk community!
A MISSIVE FROM THE OUTLIER ZONE, JUST DODGE AND PASS GO, COLLECT $200
My Review Rated Three Stars
Tip: If you enjoy satirical, violent, and absurd horror with a darkly comedic edge, Clowns Gone Postal offers a high octane, over the top read — but be prepared for extreme content. AI Overview
Indie author Summer T. Waters released her newest work ( Clowns Gone Postal ) earlier this year in June. Yes, “Summer”. Her breakout debut novel (“Puppe”) came out last winter (2025). This fellow Splatterpunk horror club member has published quite a bit in fact. The switch from dark romance to EH/Splatterpunk has been more recent. Her new work in my favorite genre was selected as a Group Read. Frankly, I disliked the title and its implication, namely that “it was about clowns”. BTW before I forget, the Cover Art by T.A. Moorman was spectacular in my opinion. Anyway, back at the farm, I downloaded a “Sample” of the book. I figured I would dislike it right off the bat, and then I could post a note on the Discussion Thread that the short horror work just didn’t resonate with me. The “Sample” essentially covered only Summer’s Acknowledgments and the lengthy list of “Trigger Warnings”. Aside from the declaration You can call me Buzzy. I was unable to read even the first chapter. This is the path I traveled before the Buy Now button confronted me like a smirk.
I read the paragraph or so on Splatterpunk about the plotline and then plunged right into the read. Let it suffice to say I found nothing praiseworthy about the writing and conversely, I did not stumble across anything I considered amusing. The storyline is simple if not a bit unconventional. A former disgraced college dean You can call me Buzzy accepts employment as a clown and fails miserably at it too. He finds himself at the Laughing Clown Pub downtown where he congregates with some other still-employed clowns at the bar. Mimes then enter the establishment and there is friction to ensue between the two groups of entertainers. One of the mimes (Reginald) “defects” and remains at the bar with the enraged clowns. He does so for purely personal reasons, but Buzzy becomes instrumental in stirring up the group to carry out multiple homicides over a few weeks and then go to “war” with the mimes.
Buzzy begins his acts of retribution “on those who have wronged us” by Chapter Five Week One . I want to mention here that “Buzzy” (perhaps not the Clown but a clown ) owns a “cabin in the woods” which is in “the forest”. The story is sequentially unfolded by the main character of Buzzy using first-person POV. He'd described his appearance earlier as (" ugly as sin") but more significantly as a 5'4" pot-bellied heavy smoker, and he had previously worked in a sedentary job. He meets no resistance on his relentless search to “mete out” extreme violence, torture, and other sick varieties of mayhem. Descriptive prose is sorely lacking. In one case a man decided to throw a punch and Buzzy caught the flying fist in his hand and squeezed it crushing the bones. Incredulity reigned from Chapter One through The End that was NOT The End .
The prose style suffered from white room syndrome in that the scenes were not described to the extent that I could form a picture in my mind’s eye where the activity or typically violent action was taking place. The whole narrative storyline is comprised of a laundry list of atrocities which Buzzy visits upon those individuals he perceives have “wronged” him. A spouse or infant child are collateral damage. His acts of attrition are primarily torture, mutilation, and murder, but he makes time to defecate while being serviced, too. Toileting tasks are summarily listed, e.g. getting up, wiping, and flushing. One might assume he got up off the commode, wiped, and flushed. The reader cannot “imagine” the scenes of his blood-soaked visitations, to include the two referenced locations (the pub and Buzzy's cabin he got in the divorce). The kill sights included his victim's homes, but details are nil or spartan. It felt to this reader that the so-called revenge murders were happening in a vacuum, back to the pub (or not), rinse and repeat.
Mood or texture was also sorely lacking. There were dramatic ostensibly violent and gut-wrenching events on nearly every page but emotionally the stage was empty and occupied by the unconvincing character of Buzzy and the thinly drawn characters of his victims. No emotional weather existed to accompany the pathological rage of the main villain.
Credibility gaps one could drive a caravan through predominated the narrative. The storyline is unraveled by reading Buzzy's first-person account. Buzzy’s vocabulary and diction contributed to his uncomplex characterization. His background and former education, career did not jive with his vulgar word choices. Admittedly on one occasion he deployed the colloquial “dick” (for penis) and subsequently “phallus” in the same sentence. That is something an educated man “might” say, but also could be indicative of a writer snatching another word for penile shaft out of the air. Buzzy used a constant stream of gutter talk and base language generally considered to be profane as a rule.
In addition to Buzzy’s communication skills being inconsistent, he also performed skillfully as a seasoned butcher, a master chef, and certainly a pharmacist, chemist, and a skilled surgeon. I could add a seasoned thug or former bodyguard since he handled two victims at a time, demonstrated extreme speed and agility at times, and could pulverize a man’s fist with one hand. Dopamine? Neurotoxins, etc. Where does a former Dean of Harvard acquire such knowledge of poisons and pharmaceuticals? Forget the "knowledge"... where does he acquire the products? This was a big disconnect for me.
Non-plot related errors pulled me out of the story on multiple occasions. These errors fell into the category of medicine. The author posited that her main character ("You can call me Buzzy") possessed the surgical skill to carry out a ritual execution method ("blood eagle") on a man who not only lived through the entire procedure but was still alive by the time that Buzzy drove to the pub and persuaded his clown comrades to accompany him back to his cabin in the woods to see his handiwork. History is divided whether the "blood eagle" is fact or fiction, but if true the victim would certainly die of either asphyxia or hemorrhagic shock when the ribs are separated from the spine. "Buzzy" is ostensibly a former University Dean and freshly unemployed Clown. The narrative is silent to any medical or surgical training.
Buzzy demonstrates ignorance of the post-mortem process of rigor mortis during the visit to school his wife. He states it is minutes when in fact the jaw would not be affected for likely two hours. He obtains "neurotoxin", drugs for sedation (which act instantly in seconds), and injects " dopamine" into a victim's neck and then harvests her flesh plus internal organs while she remains placid, smiling, and happy.
Factual errors have a way of really bugging me. The victim says this to Buzzy AFTER she has been mutilated (fingers, hands, arms, toes, feet, and legs were sawed off and the open wounds submerged in acetone). The body of the victim ("nothing more than a torso") would not have been ALIVE to say anything. Certainly not "You can still save me and get help. There's still time."
I was left with a big unanswered question about how the character of Buzzy could be likeable, laudable, or even tolerable. In my opinion there were critical obstacles in areas of readability, character development, atmosphere, and additionally the irritation of a litany of non-plot related factual mistakes. I was never impacted by the actions of Buzzy killing and brutalizing his victims. I would read that he delivered enough blunt force trauma to the head of a victim for coma or death to be a certainty. Then the victim would respond to him in rational succinct sentences.
Finally, this story written by Summer was evidently created to be a combination of comedy and horror. I stumbled upon this awkward (for me) truth while compiling some notes. Clowns Gone Postal is evidently classified as a “Horror Comedy” and with a premise that is “highly satirical”. Summer has personally celebrated the fact that it has been ranking highly on Amazon’s Horror Comedy bestseller charts . I was quite embarrassed that I was unaware that I was looking at the (novella?) from a skewed perspective. The above “book review” was written “off the cuff” and my previous notes discarded. I do not read “Comedy Horror” thus I am clearly uncertain how substantial my impressions are for this particular piece of writing. My rating is an “outlier” based upon evaluating the existing reviews I was able to check on the fly. I did not find the work amusing, but then, I am obviously NOT the “target audience”. All the best to Summer T. Waters in her endeavors to continue to thrive and enjoy the EH/Splatterpunk community!
A MISSIVE FROM THE OUTLIER ZONE, JUST DODGE AND PASS GO, COLLECT $200
July 5, 2026
If you read the acknowledgments you’ll find out the author started out writing romance. Then read the trigger warnings. Yeah, their writing career has taken a (sharp) turn!
I’d describe the writing style as ‘bouncy’. I could almost feel the authors shoulders moving as they giggled to themselves writing gross scene after gross scene.
and I was smiling as well. Looking away from the page whilst saying ‘Oh! Come on!’
The violence is very cartoonish and just when you think it can’t get any more ridiculous… Ninja clowns!🤣 Brilliant!
I’m not the biggest fan of extreme horror but this was a lot of fun.
The ending sets up a sequel that will give free rein to the authors grisly imagination. I’ll deffo be downloading it on release, I might even paint my face.
I’d describe the writing style as ‘bouncy’. I could almost feel the authors shoulders moving as they giggled to themselves writing gross scene after gross scene.
and I was smiling as well. Looking away from the page whilst saying ‘Oh! Come on!’
The violence is very cartoonish and just when you think it can’t get any more ridiculous… Ninja clowns!🤣 Brilliant!
I’m not the biggest fan of extreme horror but this was a lot of fun.
The ending sets up a sequel that will give free rein to the authors grisly imagination. I’ll deffo be downloading it on release, I might even paint my face.
September 18, 2026
What an absolutely fantastic read. I hate clowns and these ones are just as scary. This book is down right gory, disturbing but I loved the storyline. I honestly can't wait to see where Buzzy goes next as he's one crazy mf 🤣. This is my first book by this author but will not be my last.
June 25, 2026
Thank you so much for giving me an arc! I absolutely love reading arcs and this one continued that!! I love the gore and horror in this book!! And I always love a clown book so bonus points!! But definitely check this book out and check the authors other books! The whole plot of the book was brilliant and definitely well paced!!
June 28, 2026
Very fun and brutal read. A group of clowns decide to take revenge on all the kids, parents, and others in their lives that have degraded them. It becomes an all out blood bath.
June 27, 2026
This was a pretty gruesome read full of depravity. I was invested in following Buzzy’s demise and retaliation. A compelling quick read. If you like reading about clowns going off the rails, this is for you.
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