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Caliban and Other Tales
Born of a sorceress and a powerful magician, Caliban resides on a dark island of enchantment, magic, and evil, where he is filled with a uncontrollable desire for vengeance that takes a deadly form, in a retelling of Shakespeare's The Tempest, in an anthology that includes other spine-tingling stories. Original.
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359 pages, Paperback
First published March 1, 2002
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About the author
Robert Devereaux
36 books75 followersRobert Devereaux made his professional debut in Pulphouse magazine in the late 1980's, attended the 1990 Clarion West Writers Workshop, and soon placed stories in such major venues as Crank!, Weird Tales, and Dennis Etchison's anthology MetaHorror.
Two of his stories made the final ballot for the Bram Stoker and World Fantasy Awards. Robert has a well-deserved reputation as an author who pushes every envelope, though he would claim, with a stage actor's assurance, that as long as one's writing illuminates characters in all their kinks, quirks, kindnesses, and extremes, the imagination must be free to explore nasty places as well as nice, or what's the point?
His first novel Deadweight interweaves a King-like plot, penile implants, and splatterpunk extremes of sex and violence, managing all the while to be a sensitive, spot-on portrayal of an abused woman incapable of relinquishing her role as victim.
Walking Wounded, his next novel, explores the dilemma of a good woman able to heal with her hands, but also to harm even unto death, whose discovery that her husband is cheating on her moves her, against her every humane impulse, to activate his Huntington's Disease and take him down.
Robert went on to shock the bluenoses with Santa Steps Out, in which Santa Claus's gradual recall of his prior existence as Pan leads to an affair with the Tooth Fairy, while a voyeuristic Easter Bunny tries to twitch and wiggle his way into Mrs. Claus's good graces. Santa Steps Out, which won much praise for its mythological underpinnings and the breathtaking sweep of its transgressions, also had the honor of being banned in that cultural backwater of intolerance and censoriousness known as Cincinnati.
Robert's fourth novel, Caliban, borrows a page from John Gardner's Grendel to retell Shakespeare's Tempest through Caliban's eyes.
Robert lives in sunny northern Colorado with the delightful Victoria and their melodious cat Sigfried, making up stuff that tickles his fancy and, he hopes, those of his readers.
Two of his stories made the final ballot for the Bram Stoker and World Fantasy Awards. Robert has a well-deserved reputation as an author who pushes every envelope, though he would claim, with a stage actor's assurance, that as long as one's writing illuminates characters in all their kinks, quirks, kindnesses, and extremes, the imagination must be free to explore nasty places as well as nice, or what's the point?
His first novel Deadweight interweaves a King-like plot, penile implants, and splatterpunk extremes of sex and violence, managing all the while to be a sensitive, spot-on portrayal of an abused woman incapable of relinquishing her role as victim.
Walking Wounded, his next novel, explores the dilemma of a good woman able to heal with her hands, but also to harm even unto death, whose discovery that her husband is cheating on her moves her, against her every humane impulse, to activate his Huntington's Disease and take him down.
Robert went on to shock the bluenoses with Santa Steps Out, in which Santa Claus's gradual recall of his prior existence as Pan leads to an affair with the Tooth Fairy, while a voyeuristic Easter Bunny tries to twitch and wiggle his way into Mrs. Claus's good graces. Santa Steps Out, which won much praise for its mythological underpinnings and the breathtaking sweep of its transgressions, also had the honor of being banned in that cultural backwater of intolerance and censoriousness known as Cincinnati.
Robert's fourth novel, Caliban, borrows a page from John Gardner's Grendel to retell Shakespeare's Tempest through Caliban's eyes.
Robert lives in sunny northern Colorado with the delightful Victoria and their melodious cat Sigfried, making up stuff that tickles his fancy and, he hopes, those of his readers.
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February 1, 2023
This book collects the novel Caliban and five shorter works. It's a very well-written volume, with some brilliantly imaginative bits, but with some graphic sequences of violence and sex that will disturb anyone who's ever pondered the phrase "trigger warning." It starts with the most traditional story, Bucky Goes to Church, a kind of metaphysical meta/mega horror imagining of God as a series of serial killers. Ridi Bobo is a noir-ish story of clowns, puppets, and sex. Clap If You Believe is a very disturbing story about sex and Tinkerbell and meeting-the-parents.... while reading it, I was afraid that the Disney SWAT police would break through the door at any moment with their brain-scrubbers at the ready. The next story wins for best title, The Slobbering Tongue That Ate the Frightfully Huge Woman. It's about sex and a re-imagining of 1950's movie themes. A Slow Red Whisper of Sand is a Hollywood vampire story about sex with interesting viewpoints. Caliban is essentially a retelling of Shakespeare's The Tempest from the titular character's point of view. I might have appreciated it more if I'd read or seen the play more recently. It's an interesting exercise but seemed to me to be way too full of rape and pedophilia; it's 225 pages and would have been more enjoyable at half of that. (The word "cleft," a sort of universal sex euphemism, appears more here than in any topography text, I'll bet.) Devereaux succeeds in pushing the envelope and being over the top, but the shock-value sometimes overwhelms the narrative. I enjoyed the read, but doubt that I'll revisit the book.
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October 23, 2025Freaky short story collection by the author of my all-time favorite holiday horror, Santa Steps Out (1998). Adding reviews as I read each story.
Bucky Goes to Church (1992)
A teased and tormented boy wakes up one day with voices in his head telling him to kill. He shoots his abusive parents first and then goes to church and massacres the congregation, who had also physically and mentally abused him. When the cops finally take him out, he has an out-of-body experience and meets God, who is a Black woman.
Originally published in Metahorror, a 1992 Dell paperback anthology of spooky fiction, the story appeared next to works by literary masters like Joyce Carol Oates, Peter Straub, Lisa Tuttle and Richard Matheson. It's tempting to call the story prophetic since it predates the Columbine Massacre by seven years. But we forget that teenage shootings were also happening frequently before April 20, 1999. In 1992, for instance, there were seventeen shootings in schools and universities across the United States. The death tolls weren't as high, though, so they didn't receive the same media frenzy.
While maybe not prophetic, Devereaux's story is certainly interacting with American emotions at the time. There is vague understanding of how a teenager might turn violent after being bullied and abused--not just by classmates, but his own family and church. In other words, the people who you'd think he could rely on. The twist conclusion proves revenge fantasy is a false premise, however, and the story ultimately ends with a poignant message against violence. To some it may come as a surprise to see horror fiction leading the charge against mass shootings. Us long-time readers know, of course, that horror is often where you will find the most morally upright themes.
With crackling prose, clever imagination and an ending that'll scare would-be shooters away from the temptation, this incredibly powerful story builds the collection on a strong foundation. Can't wait for what's next!
Ridi Bobo (1993)
In a world where everyone is a clown, Bobo is in a sexless marriage with his clown wife and contemplating divorce as he holds his clown twins close. His clown lawyer hires a clown private detective to get dirt on the wife, which doesn't take long. She's soon spotted checking into a seedy "three-ring motel." Her clown lover is one "hefty Punchinello," however, and, after being spotted, the detective narrowly escapes a clown thrashing.
Confronted with evidence of his wife's infidelity, Bobo descends into psychosis and embarks on a murder spree. A winged clown grim reaper flies overhead.
The world-building in this short tale is fabulous and the image of humanity as clowns, sobbing over unfaithful spouses and comically spying on one another, is far more profound than it should be. Rubber chickens and honkers stand in for clown anatomy, adding significant humor and further reflection on how silly the game of life really is. Following up from the last story, the tale seems to serve another anti-violence message: whatever you're upset about, it's all stupid, because life is stupid, and hardly worth murdering over.
"Ridi Bobo" was originally published in the revered pages of Weird Tales (Spring, 1993 issue) and was included the following year in the annual Year's Best Fantasy & Horror anthology. There it joined hands with other genre legends like Ursula K. Le Guinn, Dan Simmons, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Harlan Ellison and Elizabeth Hand.
I certainly understand why the story received such acclaim. It sticks with you, makes a powerful point quickly, and includes all manner of macabre clown imagery. I'm obsessed! So far, this collection is all bangers. Ready for what's next!
Clap If You Believe (1993)
A human man visits his girlfriend's parents. The catch: his girlfriend is Tinkerbell. NOT the same Tinkerbell from Peter Pan, the author is clear to mention, but indeed named after the famous fairy and exhibiting the same fairylike stature and powers, including magic wand.
In many ways this is a typical story of an intimidating father putting the pressure on his daughter's suitor. It gets dirty with vague, but very visual, images of human-fairy intercourse. The end is a bit of a head-scratcher, but the ride leading up to it is a page-turner. The title refers to a key moment in J.M. Barrie's original story where Peter Pan urges the children to "clap if you believe" to save a dying Tinkerbell. At first pass, I don't fully grasp the significance of this allusion, if it is meant to be one.
Originally published in the more obscure science fiction/fantasy magazine Crank!, this story does feel more niche and less memorable than the prior two. Still, a fun romp with fairytale creatures, which is really Devereaux's specialty. Next!
The Slobbering Tongue That Ate the Frightfully Huge Woman (1996)
Well, you can't say the title doesn't warn you. This is the most unhinged story thus far, which is a compliment. We're dealing with a mad scientist whose handsy weakness for his lab assistant turns deadly. He's viciously punished for his crime, but due to a mishap with a diabolical growing experiment, the plot soon thickens. It thickens a lot. During one scene Devereaux uses the invented verb "unencunted" and, somehow, it makes perfect sense.
If there is any profound takeaway from a story this bizarre, it may be that rape is rarely a single incident crime. It snowballs and leads to a lifetime of trauma for the victim and potentially places them on their own path of destruction. It would be wholly possible to have an intellectual discussion about this story. At least the judges over at the Bram Stoker Awards seemed to think so. Though it didn't win, it did make the finalist list for best short story that year.
Overall, "The Slobbering Tongue That Ate the Frightfully Huge Woman" is freaky fun and actually feels appropriate when you realize it was originally published in the short story anthology It Came from the Drive-In, which appears to be filled with such B-horror irreverence. The anthology is out-of-print now but would be worth hunting down to discover other unhinged stories of this caliber.
A Slow Red Whisper of Sand
Review coming soon...
Caliban
Review coming soon...
Bucky Goes to Church (1992)
A teased and tormented boy wakes up one day with voices in his head telling him to kill. He shoots his abusive parents first and then goes to church and massacres the congregation, who had also physically and mentally abused him. When the cops finally take him out, he has an out-of-body experience and meets God, who is a Black woman.
Originally published in Metahorror, a 1992 Dell paperback anthology of spooky fiction, the story appeared next to works by literary masters like Joyce Carol Oates, Peter Straub, Lisa Tuttle and Richard Matheson. It's tempting to call the story prophetic since it predates the Columbine Massacre by seven years. But we forget that teenage shootings were also happening frequently before April 20, 1999. In 1992, for instance, there were seventeen shootings in schools and universities across the United States. The death tolls weren't as high, though, so they didn't receive the same media frenzy.
While maybe not prophetic, Devereaux's story is certainly interacting with American emotions at the time. There is vague understanding of how a teenager might turn violent after being bullied and abused--not just by classmates, but his own family and church. In other words, the people who you'd think he could rely on. The twist conclusion proves revenge fantasy is a false premise, however, and the story ultimately ends with a poignant message against violence. To some it may come as a surprise to see horror fiction leading the charge against mass shootings. Us long-time readers know, of course, that horror is often where you will find the most morally upright themes.
With crackling prose, clever imagination and an ending that'll scare would-be shooters away from the temptation, this incredibly powerful story builds the collection on a strong foundation. Can't wait for what's next!
Ridi Bobo (1993)
In a world where everyone is a clown, Bobo is in a sexless marriage with his clown wife and contemplating divorce as he holds his clown twins close. His clown lawyer hires a clown private detective to get dirt on the wife, which doesn't take long. She's soon spotted checking into a seedy "three-ring motel." Her clown lover is one "hefty Punchinello," however, and, after being spotted, the detective narrowly escapes a clown thrashing.
Confronted with evidence of his wife's infidelity, Bobo descends into psychosis and embarks on a murder spree. A winged clown grim reaper flies overhead.
The world-building in this short tale is fabulous and the image of humanity as clowns, sobbing over unfaithful spouses and comically spying on one another, is far more profound than it should be. Rubber chickens and honkers stand in for clown anatomy, adding significant humor and further reflection on how silly the game of life really is. Following up from the last story, the tale seems to serve another anti-violence message: whatever you're upset about, it's all stupid, because life is stupid, and hardly worth murdering over.
"Ridi Bobo" was originally published in the revered pages of Weird Tales (Spring, 1993 issue) and was included the following year in the annual Year's Best Fantasy & Horror anthology. There it joined hands with other genre legends like Ursula K. Le Guinn, Dan Simmons, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Harlan Ellison and Elizabeth Hand.
I certainly understand why the story received such acclaim. It sticks with you, makes a powerful point quickly, and includes all manner of macabre clown imagery. I'm obsessed! So far, this collection is all bangers. Ready for what's next!
Clap If You Believe (1993)
A human man visits his girlfriend's parents. The catch: his girlfriend is Tinkerbell. NOT the same Tinkerbell from Peter Pan, the author is clear to mention, but indeed named after the famous fairy and exhibiting the same fairylike stature and powers, including magic wand.
In many ways this is a typical story of an intimidating father putting the pressure on his daughter's suitor. It gets dirty with vague, but very visual, images of human-fairy intercourse. The end is a bit of a head-scratcher, but the ride leading up to it is a page-turner. The title refers to a key moment in J.M. Barrie's original story where Peter Pan urges the children to "clap if you believe" to save a dying Tinkerbell. At first pass, I don't fully grasp the significance of this allusion, if it is meant to be one.
Originally published in the more obscure science fiction/fantasy magazine Crank!, this story does feel more niche and less memorable than the prior two. Still, a fun romp with fairytale creatures, which is really Devereaux's specialty. Next!
The Slobbering Tongue That Ate the Frightfully Huge Woman (1996)
Well, you can't say the title doesn't warn you. This is the most unhinged story thus far, which is a compliment. We're dealing with a mad scientist whose handsy weakness for his lab assistant turns deadly. He's viciously punished for his crime, but due to a mishap with a diabolical growing experiment, the plot soon thickens. It thickens a lot. During one scene Devereaux uses the invented verb "unencunted" and, somehow, it makes perfect sense.
If there is any profound takeaway from a story this bizarre, it may be that rape is rarely a single incident crime. It snowballs and leads to a lifetime of trauma for the victim and potentially places them on their own path of destruction. It would be wholly possible to have an intellectual discussion about this story. At least the judges over at the Bram Stoker Awards seemed to think so. Though it didn't win, it did make the finalist list for best short story that year.
Overall, "The Slobbering Tongue That Ate the Frightfully Huge Woman" is freaky fun and actually feels appropriate when you realize it was originally published in the short story anthology It Came from the Drive-In, which appears to be filled with such B-horror irreverence. The anthology is out-of-print now but would be worth hunting down to discover other unhinged stories of this caliber.
A Slow Red Whisper of Sand
Review coming soon...
Caliban
Review coming soon...
March 14, 2011
Wow. This was the first work by Robert Devereaux that I have read and I am impressed, astounded and mystified by this author. This volume collects five short stories and one short novel, the title piece, "Caliban". The short stories vary greatly in tone and subject matter, but they are all very absurd and quite funny save for "A Slow Red Whisper Of Sand", a very intense and graphic vampire story. I felt like that piece was the weakest in the book, but it still was an interesting read. The short novel "Caliban" is a truly bizarre piece. A tale of the son of a witch raised alone on an island, told in broken, classical language from his point of view. The story manages to be quite epic and very, very disturbing. There is much social and religious commentary and Devereaux succeeds in creating a very unique and singular world. Some passages and scenes are extremely brilliant. Not for everyone, but with an imagination and an open mind, this is a great novel. I look forward to reading more Devereaux, there is no other author like him.
January 23, 2008
Robert Devereaux, Caliban and Other Tales (Leisure, 2002)
Robert Devereaux is one of the modern masters of the horror novel. Here, he turns his twisted eye to shorter fiction (well, for half the book), and we have to ask ourselves the question we have to ask with all novelists working in another genre: is he as good in medium B as he is in medium A? That's a choice each reader has to make on his own, of course, but as far as I'm concerned, he may actually be better in medium B. "Ridi Bobo" is such a stroke of pure genius that, ten years from now, it may have entered the same space in my head reserved for such once-in-a-lifetime magnum opi as Richard Christian Matheson's "Red" or Dan Simmons' "Summer of Monsters." Yeah, it's THAT good. Who in the name of all that's holy would think to cross a hardboiled detective story with a bunch of clowns? Bob Devereaux, that's who. (And for those who always say the same things in response to such a comment, the point isn't that you could have done it; the point is that you never thought to do it. Now go away.)
The rest of the short stories here are just as amusing, gut-churning, and otherwise out-there, as any Devereaux fan would come to expect. However, when you've finished this book, what will have stuck with you most is the title novella. Perhaps because it's actually novel-length, clocking in at almost two hundred pages itself, or perhaps because, while there has certainly been a rash of modern retellings of Shakespeare over the past few decades (two others, in fact, that come to mind just on The Tempest), once again, Devereaux managed to tread the same old ground and cause the new feet to make it look fresh.
"Caliban" is one thing no other Devereaux work to date has been; it is difficult. Whether this was a conscious attempt to write in a more Shakespearean style (don't worry, you'll find no sonnets here) or the beginnings of Devereaux going to a more literary style for his work remains to be seen, but "Caliban" isn't the kind of thing that can be read in one gulp. He story demands, at the very least, being put down now and again between chapters so the reader can reflect on and absorb the events that have just crossed his eyes. This is likely to jar against the heads of some readers, since one of the hallmarks of Devereaux's writing until now has been its better-than-average accessibility. However, those who are capable of making the
transition will be amply rewarded come the end.
There is a writer of great brilliance lurking among us, and as most writers of great brilliance, he has somehow failed to find the audience he deserves. Robert Devereaux remains one of the ten or so best writers working in America today; if you haven't yet discovered him, by all means do so at your earliest opportunity. ****
Robert Devereaux is one of the modern masters of the horror novel. Here, he turns his twisted eye to shorter fiction (well, for half the book), and we have to ask ourselves the question we have to ask with all novelists working in another genre: is he as good in medium B as he is in medium A? That's a choice each reader has to make on his own, of course, but as far as I'm concerned, he may actually be better in medium B. "Ridi Bobo" is such a stroke of pure genius that, ten years from now, it may have entered the same space in my head reserved for such once-in-a-lifetime magnum opi as Richard Christian Matheson's "Red" or Dan Simmons' "Summer of Monsters." Yeah, it's THAT good. Who in the name of all that's holy would think to cross a hardboiled detective story with a bunch of clowns? Bob Devereaux, that's who. (And for those who always say the same things in response to such a comment, the point isn't that you could have done it; the point is that you never thought to do it. Now go away.)
The rest of the short stories here are just as amusing, gut-churning, and otherwise out-there, as any Devereaux fan would come to expect. However, when you've finished this book, what will have stuck with you most is the title novella. Perhaps because it's actually novel-length, clocking in at almost two hundred pages itself, or perhaps because, while there has certainly been a rash of modern retellings of Shakespeare over the past few decades (two others, in fact, that come to mind just on The Tempest), once again, Devereaux managed to tread the same old ground and cause the new feet to make it look fresh.
"Caliban" is one thing no other Devereaux work to date has been; it is difficult. Whether this was a conscious attempt to write in a more Shakespearean style (don't worry, you'll find no sonnets here) or the beginnings of Devereaux going to a more literary style for his work remains to be seen, but "Caliban" isn't the kind of thing that can be read in one gulp. He story demands, at the very least, being put down now and again between chapters so the reader can reflect on and absorb the events that have just crossed his eyes. This is likely to jar against the heads of some readers, since one of the hallmarks of Devereaux's writing until now has been its better-than-average accessibility. However, those who are capable of making the
transition will be amply rewarded come the end.
There is a writer of great brilliance lurking among us, and as most writers of great brilliance, he has somehow failed to find the audience he deserves. Robert Devereaux remains one of the ten or so best writers working in America today; if you haven't yet discovered him, by all means do so at your earliest opportunity. ****
November 10, 2025
Quite possibly the worst book I have ever had the misfortune to read. That’s a very harsh statement, but I stand by it.
Robert
Devereaux is a very good writer, excellent story telling ability,
smooth readable paragraphs and clear concise explanations. He does use
‘and’ a lot. It wasn’t his writing style I had trouble with.
The
only problem I have with this book are the stories inside. They are
incredibly different, I can say, “I’ve never read anything like them
before.” Add to this that most of the characters are two dimensional
and we end up with un-enjoyable stories. In my humble opinion, the only
reason a story works is because of the characters. Give us people we
can’t care about and the story doesn’t work to it’s full potential.
Even with my favorite story listed below, I did not care about Bucky.
Who would care about someone like this – and I think that was the
point, hence I liked it. But the only character I felt a smidgen for
was Alex in the Tinker Bell story and only because I’ve been in a
similar position, once.
The only story I liked was the first
one, about Bucky and the voices inside his head, telling him to kill
everyone. At first I thought this was a standard story (ho-hum) and the
first several pages proved me right. But when I reached the climax, I
was in for a pleasant surprise. Wow. Never expected that. This story
alone is worth the $5.99 cover price. Pity about the rest.
This
book contains stories of clowns (Ridi Bobo — never finished it, story
went nowhere and did nothing in the first 10 pages, so I skipped the
rest).
We got a story about Tinker Bell and her human lover.
What she does with her wand is truly amazing. The story is good
through-out but does drag in several places and found my concentration
wandering a few times.
The next story is about a tongue that eats people and the 50ft woman.
Then
we get a porno-like story – frightfully descriptive. No thanks, I want
to read horror. And what’s next? Ah, the novella the book is named
after: Caliban. And unfortunately I never made it to chapter two. If I
had read on, maybe it would have turned into a decent horror story, but
it was impossible to follow and sadly I pulled out my bookmark and
placed the book on the self.
In my honest opinion, the book
lacks characters that we can relate to and feel for. The book is loaded
with great reviews and blurbs including a heap of advertising for his
novel, And Santa Steps Out. I have not read that, but I may if I come
across it somewhere. I often give new writers (newly discovered by me,
that is) the benefit of the doubt and check at least two of their
books, before I’ll decide if I’ll keep reading them.
I don’t think I need to add my ratings for this.
A quick jump to Amazon, shows that I am not the only person would didn’t like this book. There was one other.
*
footnote: This is more of a dark fantasy than a horror. Personally I
think these two subjects (horror and Dark Fantasy) deserve their own
labels, so the readers know what they are buying.
Robert
Devereaux is a very good writer, excellent story telling ability,
smooth readable paragraphs and clear concise explanations. He does use
‘and’ a lot. It wasn’t his writing style I had trouble with.
The
only problem I have with this book are the stories inside. They are
incredibly different, I can say, “I’ve never read anything like them
before.” Add to this that most of the characters are two dimensional
and we end up with un-enjoyable stories. In my humble opinion, the only
reason a story works is because of the characters. Give us people we
can’t care about and the story doesn’t work to it’s full potential.
Even with my favorite story listed below, I did not care about Bucky.
Who would care about someone like this – and I think that was the
point, hence I liked it. But the only character I felt a smidgen for
was Alex in the Tinker Bell story and only because I’ve been in a
similar position, once.
The only story I liked was the first
one, about Bucky and the voices inside his head, telling him to kill
everyone. At first I thought this was a standard story (ho-hum) and the
first several pages proved me right. But when I reached the climax, I
was in for a pleasant surprise. Wow. Never expected that. This story
alone is worth the $5.99 cover price. Pity about the rest.
This
book contains stories of clowns (Ridi Bobo — never finished it, story
went nowhere and did nothing in the first 10 pages, so I skipped the
rest).
We got a story about Tinker Bell and her human lover.
What she does with her wand is truly amazing. The story is good
through-out but does drag in several places and found my concentration
wandering a few times.
The next story is about a tongue that eats people and the 50ft woman.
Then
we get a porno-like story – frightfully descriptive. No thanks, I want
to read horror. And what’s next? Ah, the novella the book is named
after: Caliban. And unfortunately I never made it to chapter two. If I
had read on, maybe it would have turned into a decent horror story, but
it was impossible to follow and sadly I pulled out my bookmark and
placed the book on the self.
In my honest opinion, the book
lacks characters that we can relate to and feel for. The book is loaded
with great reviews and blurbs including a heap of advertising for his
novel, And Santa Steps Out. I have not read that, but I may if I come
across it somewhere. I often give new writers (newly discovered by me,
that is) the benefit of the doubt and check at least two of their
books, before I’ll decide if I’ll keep reading them.
I don’t think I need to add my ratings for this.
A quick jump to Amazon, shows that I am not the only person would didn’t like this book. There was one other.
*
footnote: This is more of a dark fantasy than a horror. Personally I
think these two subjects (horror and Dark Fantasy) deserve their own
labels, so the readers know what they are buying.
August 11, 2016
The title novella is a retelling of The Tempest from Caliban's perspective. If you think Shakespeare didn't have enough explicit incest and rape, this is the book for you! Seriously, Caliban is a unique mix of the literary and the profane. The rest of the stories don't disappoint either.
July 27, 2012
Sick stuff that makes you laugh at the most disgusting things. A truly twisted author!
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