It has been years … waiting for horror author Clive Barker to follow up on the activities of the Hell Priest known as “Pinhead.” I first read the “Books of Blood” and “Hellbound Heart” many years ago and found that Barker’s skill as a writer was enviable. I kind of hate him for that. Dang it! I wish I could write like that. His imagination and descriptions are … well, works of art.
I am older now, and even though I write horror/dark fantasy, I don’t read as much of it as I used to. Why? For one: there are not as many great horror writers as there used to be. However, the biggest reason is because I think I am more sensitive to the images now. Life is so precious that I find it difficult to think of such evil bloody messes to be “entertaining.” And, yet … I still write the stuff. The irony is not lost on me.
Okay so … Barker’s long-awaited book “The Scarlet Gospels” is out and I am about halfway finished.
First impressions: He is a masterful writer, despite the fact that some scenes made me feel like I needed a brain rinse after reading them. The book is good. Really good. Really, really good. It’s like watching an execution. I don’t want to see the brutality or the death .. but I can’t look away. What does that say about me? I will try not to examine it too closely, but I do know that I want to both praise Barker and run away from him at the same time. Excellent work. He is a definite asset to the horror genre. There is no one like him.
More impressions when I am finished, Folks.