Whilst tooling wildly around the net to try to sate your voracious appetites for all things scary, I perchanced to discover this lovely book review.  I have printed the entire post here and you can also go see it on the original blog here.

Book Review: Cemetary Club – Author JG Faherty
Posted on 03/15/2012 by Dave Gammon One comment

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By JG Faherty

Faherty’s latest effort is spell binding terror with a paranormal slant with tons of twists and turns. Often thought provoking and spine tingling several prominent themes are introduced simultaneously. Who wouldn’t love a good ghost, ancestry, paranormal, zombie tale right? Toss in a few skeletons in the closet and it seems we have ourselves a blue print for thrill ride into the mind and imagination of one JG Faherty.

The premise of cemetery club is complex and chock full of action for a novella lengthed piece. Perhaps what I admire most about this author is their ability to cut through the unnecessary nonsense of exposition and cut right to the chase as they say in Horrorwood. We’re kept mesmerized in frenzied heart racing fashion turning page after page to find out the ultimate fate of our protagonists. What Faherty can achieve in two hundred fifty pages or less many contemporary authors drag out for six, seven hundred pages. In a society that is fixated on twitter, facebook, texting, instant messaging, on-line gaming etc, etc the attention span of the average Joe or Josephine is diminished more rapidly among the ages. JG seems to have a firm grasp on this conception and plays his story telling cards well.

Our tale ignites in colonial 1779, the village of Rocky Pointe. The town’s eccentric evangelist Nathaniel Randolph smythes the patrons of Martha’s Tavern incriminating one and all as harlots, jezebels and glutens of the flesh. Predicting an eternity of damnation he ridicules the inhabitants before being tossed out. Upon departing he sets the tavern a blaze.

Rocky Point, 1847 the reverend Hollister Randolph, son of late Nathaniel feebly protests the burning of the towns sanctuary for those plagued with leprosy. Mayor Boyd instigates the burning with his fatal approval.

Transcend onto Rocky Point 1922. Dr. Grover Lillian secretly conducts experiments on fifty patients of the Wood Hill Sanitarium, hoping to find a cure for small pox. The vaccine is trial and not federal approved. Realizing his testing is unethical as the body count rises he begins to bury the bodies beneath the bowels of the asylum. Ultimately Dr. Lillian murders his assistant before pulling the trigger on himself rather than facing the consequences of his actions

Our plot moves to the present where Todd Randolph has just been released from the same institution, Wood Hill Sanitarium after being incarcerated for the past twenty years. Todd suffered from delusions in the public eye claiming demons that he had released were responsible for all the Rocky Point murders. Enter Dr. Eli Sloan who had conducted his own experiments responsible for over sixty deaths within the mental hospital. Now twenty years later Pete Webster an Frank Adams two of Heaven’s Gate cemetery groundskeepers fall prey to unholy visitors all over again.

Gradually one by one The Cemetery Club, a group of misfit, ostracized founded in their youth reunite including Todd a broken man child released into society, Miles a high profile big apple attorney, Marisol the local coroner and John a homeless victim of his own demise. Together they strategically plan to over throw the minions of hell. They feel their responsible for the strange occurrences in Rocky Point, having opened a porthole by a Ouija session deep within the confines of a mausoleum, their regular meeting point as adolescents.

While the body count rises and they run out of time and resources will it prove to be too much of a mountain to climb to save Rocky Point?

Faherty’s depiction of lineage between family ancestry and present day sense paints a foreboding situation for our protagonists that illustrates and reinforces the plausibility factor unto readers. We find ourselves in need of finding our more of the family’s roots and how they affect our main characters current dilemma.

The rivalry between the local police department and the club is timeless and a necessary element in laying our effective fiction. The author’s use of multilayered conflicts within this tale is impressive considering its relatively modest length.

The relationship that builds between Miles and Marisol is heartfelt and encouraging for those who aspire to find the boy who gets the girl in the end tale.

The attacks and deaths inflicted from the spirits and undead are creepy, disturbing and unsettling which just makes for good old fashioned horror. While delving deeper into the club I found I only had one very minor irritation that dissolved as time wore on. I found there was an overindulgent amount of characters introduced cluttering the reader’s mind and inevitably causing confusion. It is difficult to form any imaginative bond or sense of relation with the characters if we do not get to know them and they’re slaughtered as quickly as introduced. In hindsight it is evident why this approach was utilized to create an ominous back drop for our antagonists fuelling their vengeance in disrupting their infinite resting grounds. There’s a delicate balance here and in the final hour I feel JG has pulled it off without a hitch. I would however recommend for future endeavors to be weary of introducing too many characters otherwise our readers get lost and I fear that defeats the ultimate premise for an otherwise phenomenal paranormal piece.

JG Faherty has initiated an impressive following into The Cemetery Club. With spine tingling, hair raising suspense I look forward to his next tale.

Book Review: Cemetary Club – Author JG Faherty

I recently decided to overhaul the site and make it a bit less vulnerable to hack attacks. I also wanted to create new sections for pin ups, art and horror stories.

As I began this task things seemed to be going well. Then something happened.

At first I didn’t think it was possible, then as the realization hit me, I my head filled with pressure. My guts wrenched as I strained to hold back the vomit. I tried desperately to save the posts. The Posts!! But alas they were gone. Every fucking one of them. Instantly, One second they were here than next, gone. As though they never were.

I had no back ups. So I am trying to recreate everything form the wayback machine.

I have been without sleep for several days now and I shot a quick video where I tried to explain this, but I was so overcome by the horror of it all that it came out like this…

Till next time, always back up everything, and be nice to each other.

Welcome back, kiddies. Today as promised we’re going to be talking about Lenore.

Some of you may be saying “Hey! Why is he talking about Lenore? Lenore is not a horror comic!” To which I reply, “Hey! Why not calm the hell down? First of all the horror comic genre is too restrictive. And second of all, dark humor fits. And third of all, I like it and it’s my blog. So stop hollering at me!”

So for those of you who have been living in a cave or at the very least not going anywhere near a comic book store for about a hundred years, you may not know what Lenore is. It’s a comic book made by Roman Dirge. It’s about a little dead girl and her strange and varied friends and acquaintances. To really give you a handle on what this comic is like, imagine that Tim Burton did comics instead of movies. And that everything he did was actually good.

Although that seemed like a stretch when I wrote it, I have since recalled the drawings and such that Burton used to do, and they are really good. And very similar to Dirge’s stuff. Not in a copying way, but in a, these-guys-are-like-each-other way. And his early films where he did whatever he wanted were awesome. I personally like “Vincent” If you haven’t seen it, seek it out. So anyway…

I first came to Lenore, somewhere around 10 years ago, those of you who have been reading my blog for quite some time, should be aware that I don’t consider exact facts to be very important. So around 10 years ago is good enough, it could be five years. It could be 20 years, what difference does it make in the fullness of time?

The point is, a while back Roman made a series of comic books, called Lenore, and they were very thin and done in black and white. When I say black and white, I mean grayscale. The art was simplistic. Now I have, in the past, complained about bad art and much of the bad art that I complain about is simplistic. This may lead some of you believe that I think all simplistic art is crap. That’s not true at all.

Crappy art is crap. There is an infinite range of styles. They range from sparse design-like elements to fully rendered lush realism. And any of them can be good and any of them can be crap. It’s actually a very complex interplay of the emotions being conveyed and the artist’s skill-set in implementing it. You must also account for the intended audience and the context of when the piece was created. The first story in Dark Horse’s new Creepy issue #1 for example was crap. Not because it was simple, but because it didn’t work with the story. I realize this is not a review of Creepy. It was just so bad, I had to say it again.

The point is, Roman Dirge’s art is perfect for the story and the style and the mood of the comic. After a few years of there being no Lenore’s, a new comics company has picked it up. And they are now printing brand-new issues of Lenore, starting a new series. And this time it’s in color.
Now since I just got done saying that Roman’s art on the original was perfect for what it was doing, and it was black-and-white, you should understand why this kind of made me a little nervous. I heard that the new one would be color. I was afraid that the color would blow. And by blow, I mean, suck. Or even by some miracle do both simultaneously. Turns out I had nothing to fear.

Apparently Roman himself does, the coloring. I was afraid they would have handed it off to some coloring house in India or some such, and the colors would look as shitty as that Richard Corbin color insert stuff they used to do in the Warren Eerie magazines, back in the 70s. Now don’t get me wrong I love Richard Corbin, but the “color” parts of Eerie, blew.

No real reflection on Richard, a lot of the color printing done in that period of the 70s was pretty bad. (Interesting side note — Richard Corbin actually went on to do some of the most honored color work in comics. The stuff in which he actually used color as part of the art is some of his most beautiful stuff. And I will be talking about this in the future when I get around to doing a big piece on Richard Corbin. He, like Bernie Wrightson, is among my favorite artists ever. And I will be talking about all of these people at great length. In many posts.)

I’ve rambled on long enough. The whole point of this post is to announce the rebirth of Lenore in color and in a thicker magazine. The magazine has changed publishers, and is now being published by Titan books, a division of Titan publishing group Ltd., the cover price is $3.99. It also has, I can tell more pages than the older ones. It’s significantly thicker, but it has no page numbers. So I don’t know how many it has… All right… if you’re going to make a big thing out of it, hold on while I physically count them… 32, plus the cover sheet. (Happy now?)
Additionally it is printed on the most beautiful optically white uncoated paper. It looks amazing. Dark Horse could take a lesson from this. I don’t understand why they (Dark Horse) chose to use a coated stock for a one color print job that was a recreation of a magazine that was originally on uncoated paper. (bitching about Creepy again, sorry)
A big (and for me, welcome) change is the inclusion of advertising. Some would think that that’s a bad idea, but not me. In this case the advertising is for other publications along these lines. And it’s difficult to find this sort of thing. So I really view the ads as the publisher doing me a great favor. The ads are for things like the collected Lenore books. And these are some thick hardcovers, which just from the ads I can’t tell if they are collected comics or written for the books. Point is, it doesn’t matter. Its nice to know that they’re out there and will be on sale February 2010.
Now that I’m actually reading the ad, the books are reprints of the original comic series, and they have been colored. So you can bet that when February 2010 rolls around, I will buy both of them and review them. This, even though I own all the issues that are going to be reprinted in them. (What do you want to bet that they get a good review?)
This issue also has a preview of a new Roman Dirge Comic creation called Samurai Sloth. I will have to get that too. Although the magazine doesn’t say anything more than “Coming soon”.
I guess at this point, saying that I like Lenore and that I think Roman Dirge may be one of the funniest comic book writers I’ve ever read, might be kind of redundant. Go out and buy the new Lenore. If anything it may actually be better than the original series. The art is perfect. The writing is hysterical. If I could change anything about them. I would like them to be longer, or come out more often.(or in 3D. Everything’s better in 3D)
Oh before I go, Roman has a website where you can find all things Dirge-ish or Lenore-ish. It’s called spookyland.com. You can obviously get to it by clicking the previous sentence where it said spookyland.com or here where it says spookyland.com. See you next time.
…and remember to save those chicken livers!

As most of you know if you read this blog The Walking Dead has been a monthly black-and-white comic book series which was published by image comics starting 2003.

The artist on the book was Tony Moore originally, and later on became Charlie Adler. The writer was of course Robert Kirkman. The story revolves around a group of survivors struggling in a world full of zombies. I personally like the beginning of it because they used an interesting plot device to  Read the rest of this entry »

Well eventually I have to get around to reviewing creepy number three.  Specifically, dark horse’s new, creepy number three where the cover page is Hitler dressed up like a girl.  There appears to be a dead German Shepard laying on the floor and a bunch of strangely embarrassed looking Gestapo agents simultaneously hieling and acting like assholes.

for stories the exchange are one of which unspeakable evil takes unrecognizable form.  Spoiler alert!  This is a story where they fart-around for like a hundred pages before they get to Hitler disguise himself as a woman escaped.

The second story of his piece of shit is pelted.  The stories have no depth, but nice art and really should do for the kind of thing that I would expect to see and hear.  And I wish that they would do a better job with, but they didn’t.  It sucks ass, but there a few panels here and there that are very good.

The curse, what can I say?  This is the third and final chapter of a story that made the first magazines suck so badly.  They felt they needed to drag it out through two others.  Piece of Shit.

Maquilladora. is almost classic creepy.  It’s not awesome, but a lot of the original creepy was not awesome but was what it was supposed to be.  And this was what it was supposed to be good story well, lame story of good art nice concept works well with with the theme of the issue, which is just creepy.  She.

Loathsome lore is the second last one, of course.  And as always is not a story, this one isn’t even very good is just rambles on about werewolves all but and then finally they end with “a creepy classic.”.  Which means we didn’t bother forking out the money to get a new story for you.  Instead, look at this whole piece to Shit we dug up from the old magazines that nobody ever really cared if they saw again.  And in this case, once again, as in issue one.  They ended with a fucking science-fiction story and not horror.

My original admonition that these people suck cock still stands.  More and more day by day, I ask myself why I ever thought dark horse was good (by the way, one of the demons at the end of pelted looks eerily similar to the Don Post mask known as fang face.  It happened to be one of the top five selling masks of all time.  I like to be educational as well as hostile.

Anyway the reason that a man like dark horse was… Harlan Ellison’s Dream Corridor.  To this day still an awesome Freakin’ set of books.  First of all.  It’s written by Harlan Ellison, that’ all it really needs to make it awesome.  Then add to that the fact that it’s all illustrated in comic format, and each story is done in different styles by different illustrators.  And in the classic Ellis and tradition, he has introductions to take up almost half the book.

If you go buy that through this link, it helps support this blog and doesn’t cost you one cent extra.  You also get my undying gratitude.With that I go to bed.  Thank you all for reading and/or listening.