Simply put, Cody Goodfellow never disappoints, and this slim volume is no exception. But don’t let its diminutive stature fool you — Gridlocked is a raw one-two blast from a double-barreled shotgun of literary abandon that contains more inspired weirdness and sharp, blistering prose than a lot of doorstopper books ten times its size. Clocking in at just 132 pages, it makes a great intro to Cody’s stuff if you’re new to his work and want to get a taste before jumping into something longer, but it’s no breezy read — it’s just so dense and packed with anarchic goodness that you’ll want to slow down and savor every last word of it.
The first story, “Gridlocked,” is a fresh, fun take on the tired werewolf mythos, combining a traffic jam from hell with a pack of cultist dog bikers on the hunt for revenge. What’s really driven home in this story is the chaotic and claustrophobic feeling that comes from a huge freeway snarl — the main character has very limited space to run from his pursuers, and more amusingly, despite the supernatural bloodshed that occurs, everyone else in the jam seems oblivious to the true scope of what’s going on around them. And, as always, Cody ties what could have been just a simple horror tale into a deeper and more profound message, this one prompting us to ask, “In this modern world, how free are we, really?”
(In the spirit of honest feedback, this story seemed like it needed one more round of editorial attention — I noticed a smattering of random commas at odd places in various sentences, and there’s a paragraph toward at the very end of the story that didn’t make much sense until I realized that it was probably supposed to appear a page or so earlier. But really, minor quibbles overall.)
As great as the title story is, the second story, “Breaking The Chain Letter,” is operating on a whole other level — I think it’s my favorite Goodfellow short story yet. Frequent readers of Cody’s stuff may notice a very similar feel to a story that appeared in his collection Strategies Against Nature, “Wasted on the Young,” as both stories focus on resurrecting the danger and raw power of punk rock from a world that has rendered it safe and commercially neutered. The less I can say about this story, the better, as I don’t want to spoil some of the developments that start to creep in early in the story and naturally build up into a fiery crescendo by the end of it. Let’s just say that if this story was a hit single, I’d buy it in a heartbeat and play it on repeat until my earholes started to bleed.
One final note: the design of the book is killer, as many King Shot Press titles are. The Matthew Revert cover is glorious, looking like a grindhouse movie poster; the back cover design, which resembles an underground rock flier, is fun and inspired; and the inner design on the inside is a hoot, “advertising” the two short stories in the same cheap newsprint style one used to see for exploitation and porno flicks in the ‘70s. Awesome stuff. Don’t think. Just buy it already.