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Thursday, June 19, 2014

Book Review: “Electric Funeral” by Mark Slade, Sunbury Press, 2014, 66 pages.

“A Compilation of Short Stories by Mark Slade Inspired by the Art of Darwins Mishap” as the title continues. It’s a kind of collaboration. As a rule I like collaborations. I enjoy the marriage of ideas between artists to bear forth that which is unique unto themselves and something unique unto all.

That is, with the exception of that lame McCartney/Wonder piano song. Sentiment aside the idea was lame and the music sucks to this day. Great, now it’s playing in my head. I’ll need a brimming bathtub and a plugged in toaster to exorcise it.

Anyway….

Music aside this volume does NOT suck. What we have here is a passionate marriage of the unholy. Mr. Slade provides us with dream like tales or ethereal nuggets of the weird cradling rich images of horror from Darwins Mishap to blend a thought provoking and quite enjoyable tome.

Yes tome. This book may be small in terms of pages but the writing and art combine are so robust that they play out much larger. As a reader you will find yourself easily immersed into a multidimensional time slip where the real and unreal can’t be distinguished and the endings deliciously lie open like gaping wounds to preserve the terror as a reminder that both the unnatural and the supernatural are always part of the natural.

Mimes, ghosts, fairies, magic and mysticism; this book takes us back to the foundations of horror away from the celebrated caricatures that have flooded the market in recent years. With so much of the homogenized, sanitized and bland anthologies being churned out weekly and awarded annually, it is refreshing to finally see pure story telling -- real writing as opposed to typing; as well as art --- real art, integral art rather than mere incidental illustration for a change.

This collection and union is not to be missed. This is one of the best books I have read this year and one of the finest feasts my eyes have had since, well, that’s a story for another time and it’s clean, sort of.

Buy this book.

 
 

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