FEAST/RITUAL
The Pinnacle edition of Graham Masterton’s Feast is one of the more sought after paperback horror novels. This is largely due to the awesome stepback cover art, and party due to the full page write up it received in Paperbacks From Hell. When I read about a book that contained a machete wielding dwarf, self-cannibalism and a flaming dog, I knew I had to read it. I immediately ordered a copy of the Graham Masterton Omnibus, a collection containing Ritual (the British title for Feast) and Walkers, a different Masterton novel. To this day, that edition is available for fairly cheap online. Luckily for me though, I soon thereafter found a copy of the Pinnacle edition for just a few dollars in my favourite thrift store. Both lay on my shelf for 8 years until I downloaded an ebook version recently and read that.
Feast is about a restaurant critic whose son joins a cult of religious fanatics who are trying to resurrect Jesus Christ by cutting off parts of their bodies and eating them. I had totally forgotten the description of the book that made me want to read it, and I was quite surprised as how similar some of the plot elements here were to those in Brian Evenson’s Last Days.
The plot is quite ridiculous. The cult gets away with what they’re doing because it contains high ranking government officials. Apparently taking children away from their parents and eating them isn’t technically illegal. I’m no law expert, but I am pretty sure that in the late 80s, parents would have had a strong case to have the police/healthcare officials intervene if their child was posing a danger to themselves by cutting off and eating their own dick. Also, the ending of the book, while satisfyingly gory, really pushes the boundaries of believability. I had just read 350 pages of ludicrous, violent horror, but having Jesus Christ make a personal appearance felt a little excessive.
At the same time, Masterton’s willingness to go all-out was quite refreshing. The last time I read a novel this crazy was probably Masterton’s contemporary William Johntstone’s Toy Cemetary. Masterton’s stories are just as mad, but they’re a little more cohesive.
WALKERS
I actually read Walkers a few months ago, and I had similar feelings about how mental it was. There’s no time wasted trying to justify the premise. It’s just thrown at you and you’re expected to roll with it. In this one, a man buys an old mental hospital. The only problem is that all of the old patients of the hospital were involved in a black magic ritual that turned them immortal and forced them into the walls of the building. They can now reach out and pull people into the walls or floors, and when they do, things get messy.
The plot was actually fairly similar to Feast. Both books are about a man who is trying to get his son back from a bunch of weird loonies who are intent on a blood sacrifice. Both also include fiends that are at some point mistaken for newspapers. Walkers was ok, but I definitely liked Feast more.
I have a couple more novels by Masterton on my shelf, and I am sure I’ll get around to them at some point in the future. I actually went shopping for books this week. I haven’t done so in a long time, but I picked up some really good stuff. Let me know if I should be rushing any of these books to the top of my queue.
Nocturnal Revelries 
Engel’s Bear, which you have a picture of there, was one I recall being in my house as a youngster. It may have been considered modern Canadian literature in its day, although it’s nearly forgotten now. I don’t think it’s horror, maybe northern gothic. I never read the whole thing, but as per the cover, let’s just say you won’t find a better description of ursine cunnilingus in any other novel. Enjoy.
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Yeah, not really horror, but who could resist that cover? I read it a few years back.
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