Before diving into this review, I’m going to rant for a little bit. If you are not a seasoned horror fan, dislike action movies that revel in copious amounts of bloodshed, or feel uncomfortable reading most books in the sub genre known as splatterpunk, don’t read this novel. I mean it. Doing so, would not only ruin a year’s worth of your mental well being, but also be very unfair to one of the most talented independent writers that is working today. It’s silly to dive into a piece of fiction knowing what you’re in for, only to bash it to no end for the very things that characterize the genre. If you have a weak stomach or get easily offended, there’s no way in hell I can even picture you getting past the first 35 pages of this book, let alone finishing it. That’s not an insult to anyone, but rather a sincere warning. I wouldn’t force someone who hates 90s Alternative Rock to listen to Third Eye Blind’s entire discography (although I would gladly do so myself). Not all entertainment is for everyone, and that’s okay. That being said, not all forms of entertainment are meant to evoke feelings of positivity and comfort. Aron Beauregard’s, YELLOW, sinks right into this category. This is, without a doubt, the most unapologetically violent piece of fiction I have ever delved into, across all forms of media. I’m including movies, books, and even albums when I say that. Once the carnage in this book gets clubbed into motion, each chapter becomes more hellishly morose and twisted than the one preceding it. I didn’t think it was possible for someone to think of so many outlandishly sick and aberrant scenarios involving death. Without going into any spoilers, there are torture scenes in this book that make the kills in the HOSTEL and SAW franchises seems like they belong in the fucking blooper reel of HOME ALONE. Aron Beauregard’s prose is visceral, unflinchingly vivid, and dark as the souls of the breathing trash he writes about. While this is obviously a good thing, it makes all the depraved and inhuman acts of brutality even harder to stomach. The author wears his love for hard boiled action and exploitation flicks on his sleeve. He dedicated this book to Charles Bronson, which I found to be both hilarious and awesome. Beauregard grabs hold of the most screwed up elements of films such as Death Wish, A Serbian Film, Death Sentence, and Basic Instinct, then turns them up to 11. You may need an actual spinal tap after reading this, just to make sure everything is working properly upstairs. Every character in this book, including the one you are rooting for, is devoid of humanity. Their decency, sense of love, and normal inhibitions, have been warped into something beyond comprehension. The author has crafted a tale that not only serves to shock the senses of the most hardened dark fiction fans, but also one that portrays the effects that endless grief and unadulterated hatred can yield. However, it should be said that while the subject matter and plot go to some unimaginably horrific territory, you always get the sense that Aron Beauregard is self aware about what he’s writing. It never takes itself too seriously, and that is important in a novel like this one. I don’t believe in including trigger warnings in reviews, unless the author has written them somewhere in the book. Since this book didn’t come with any, I cannot mention specifics. All I’ll say is to research what splatterpunk is all about if you’re unfamiliar, then settle into the fact that this novel is 5x worse. While all the acts that take place are over the top, they will offend or deeply disturb the vast majority of readers. YELLOW was a 5 star novel for me, but also a book I will never think about reading again. I got what I came for in spades, for better or worse. In my humble opinion, it is a modern splatter classic. This should be staple reading for extreme horror fans looking for a novel that will crack their jaw open, before nailing it to the floor so it doesn’t budge.