For such a short novel, this took me entirely to long to read. It starts off interesting enough, a tale about a demonic entity known as Black Shuck possessing a dog in an English suburb, but it drastically slows down for a majority of the book. Entire sections of the novel are dedicated to the political and social structure of this town, Monkhampton, and none of it is particularly interesting to read. Nor is a lot of it relevant once everything is said and done.
The book is written well enough, though I am not sure if Bernard King went on to have any kind of horror novelist career as I have never heard of him. The prose is good and the descriptions are well done, and the detailed kill scenes are nice and visceral, but beyond that everything else is pretty lacking. Dialogue is hit or miss, character development is either rushed, inconsistent, or non existent. And as I mentioned, there is a lot to be desired with the pacing overall.
Really the only saving grace is the final 60 or so pages. For the first 250 pages there are 2 deaths, only one of any real interest or gore, and there is a lot of back and forth and round abouting that gets incredibly tedious. A lot of "I have a plan", "would you care to share it?", "Nah I'm good" exchanges, almost as if Bernard King was making this all up as he went along, completely unsure of what he was going to do until he had actually written it. There's nothing wrong with that approach to storytelling, but only if it's handled in a controlled and compelling way, which this was not. But the climax does really deliver. There are only two kills in the first 250 pages, but in the final sixty I believe 11 main or named characters are killed and most of them quite brutally.
The gore is solid and when people are getting ripped apart by the dogs and cats it is as savage as I would hope for. I wouldn't classify this as a "splatterpunk" book simply because almost all of the gore and grue and splatter is contained in that final segment, but limited or not this book has some gore in it. There is also a lot, and I mean a lot, of talk about shit shaping and feces molding that while gross to consider is just boring to read about. I would have much rather had a lot more animal attacks spaced out throughout the novel then multiple returns to the shit mold icon thing.
It's a decent, albeit incredibly obscure, addition to my collection of horror novels from the 70s and 80s and there's plenty of gruesome kills and eighties cheesiness to enjoy, but the book is a bit of a slog to get through for the vast majority. I enjoyed the ending, the massacre and battle of man vs. beast, but it was rushed and entirely to little to late considering all the bullshit that came before it. For those that adore man vs. animal/beast horror novels I say, sure it can't hurt to give it a try. For completionists or collectors of all things 70s and 80s horror, I obviously wouldn't disparage you from hunting it down to say you have it. But for anyone else, horror hounds or just those that like to dip their toes in the blood stained waters of the horror genre, I'd say read the last third of the book and fuck the rest.