“Cockroaches! Trillions of roiling, bubbling, seething, crawling, slithering, scratching cockroaches!”
Dr. Roberto Costaign is on vacation, and what a vacation it will be. Something to write in the history books. Costaign takes a wrong turn and ends up meeting a naked woman, scraped, peeled, and torn. He takes her into the nearby town of Cherakowa where he meets Sheriff Anton Whitney, who has ended up in Cherakowa due to being involved in a scandal in Chicago that had caused him to resign and leave town.
It is determined that the woman had come from the Eros Ranch, a near-by bunny ranch. Roberto and Anton decide to take a trip to the bunny ranch to ask some questions.
When they get up to the ranch, they initially find it wrapped in an eerie silence, then they find it bathed in bloody carnage. Carnage as in twenty-nine peeled dead bodies in various places around the hacienda.
The sheriff is clearly out-of-his-depth, and, so, contacts the local health department, who end up sending Dr. Patricia Symington to investigate the deaths, after he goes back to town. It’s Dr. Symington that finds that everybody at the ranch had died from a massive cockroach attack.
Then things start to get complicated as a big white Cadillac turns up with three hookers, Irene, Candy, and Katie, and two of their customers, Big Jim Goodman, and Long John Markley, from a nearby construction site. They’ve just spent the night together in a love shack away from the fracas that has happened at the bunny, I love saying that, ranch of death. They also mention that the road up to the Eros Ranch has been blocked off.
Meanwhile, in the sheriff’s jail the biker Banzo is cooling his heels in the town jail for various anti-social behaviors. Because the Sheriff’s getting a lot of pressure from the Mayor, and because Cherakowa is having a big week-long festival, Sheriff Whitney makes Banzo an offer he can’t refuse.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, our merry bunch is wondering what’s keeping the police, and the crime scene specialists, from showing up at the bunny farm to investigate the deaths, only to find out the phone lines have been cut.
Soon afterwards, when some of the bunny ranch’s new occupants try to leave, they find that they are under siege from Banzo’s biker gang “The Slavers”. Unfortunately for all involved, the siege continues past nighttime, and that’s when the roaches start swarming. And they’re hungry. And indiscriminate in what they eat. They then attack the good along with the bad, and both sides are barely able escape.
It’s here that things start to get a bit tricky as The Slavers are upset that they almost got ate by the roaches, and they want to leave, while the Sheriff wants them to stay and finish the job of keeping the occupants of the bunny ranch at the Eros Ranch pinned down until the end of Cherakowa’s festivities.
But it ain’t gonna happen, and the bikers leave, only to find that the Sheriff has put warrants out on them.
After the dust up between the Sheriff and the bikers, the Sheriff ends up at the bunny ranch with the worn survivors of the night’s roach attack.
Upset that the sheriff has withdrawn his support, and that he has put warrants out on them, Banzo declares war on the Sheriff at all costs. So, the novel settles down into a siege story, as the inhabitants of the ranch try to escape, the bikers try to kill them, and roaches are out to kill them all.
The Ancient Enemy by Donald Thompson appeared in 1975 on the heels of Peter Benchley’s Jaws, and you can tell. Still, Thompson wasn’t alone as his contemporaries James Herbert, Guy N. Smith, and Richard Lewis were all making their bones in this horror sub-genre at the same time.
Quite frankly, Thompson just isn’t up to the above writer’s standards as the prose is clunky and incompetent, the plot is predictable, the characters are cliched, the melodrama is embarrassingly bad, there is numbingly bad dialogue, and the story has enough holes in it to pass as swiss cheese. Let’s face it, this is certainly not a novel meant for the ages. The Ancient Enemy even reads like a novelization of a bad “B” drive-in movie. But . . . I was never bored, it had a splashy ending, and if anybody whose reading this review tells anybody that I DID enjoy this novel, I’ll have to track you down and kill you all.
Still, if you are a fan of bad horror books, or the nature-strikes back genre, you’ll probably enjoy this slightly sleazy novel. A guilty pleasure, but I still can’t give it more than three stars.