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Some readers like their horror subdued, the ice crawling
down one’s spine and the wind (or fingertips) on one’s next. There is also
horror that goes to shock, to truly horrify, their content more blood-soaked
and visceral than any emergency room. If Clive Barker should be known for one
thing, it is how he achieved a balance of these two extremes. Barker offers
blood and guts by the bucketful but he doesn’t skimp on developing
three-dimensional characters and the fantastical worlds they inhabit. No more
does he demonstrate this gift than in his first, and biggest, horror
collection, The Books of Blood.
Read one story from this collection and you can see that
Barker’s style is truly unique, his artful use of words and his descriptive
power as distinctive as a fingerprint. Not content with giving readers only
whispers in the dark and fluttering candles, Barker has people literally turned
inside out and torn to pieces, all while describing these horrific scenes in
the most beautiful, florid language; think of him as an artist who paints with
viscera or sculpts with flesh (“Jacqueline Ess” is a story that’s a great
example of this). In these tales, Barker demonstrates that he not only deserves
to be mentioned with 80’s horror heavyweights like King and Koontz but also
master storytellers like Matheson and Bradbury. Just in Volumes 1 and 2, Barker
shows how well he walks the tightrope between high art and gutbucket horror in
the “Midnight Meat Train,” he delves deep into psychological horror in “Dread,”
and he details a fantastic ritual that has to be read about to be believed in “In
the Hills, In the Cities.” In Volume 3,
if you’re a cinephile who’s wiled away many an afternoon in a darkened theater,
read “Son of Celluloid,” part haunted house story, part Barker’s love letter to
Hollywood.
The stories in this collection show a horror author’s
imagination at its most fevered and fertile, but good luck tracking down all
the volumes for your library. Volumes 1-3 are collected in this book, and this
book is relatively easy to find. Volumes 4-6, on the other hand, might be
tougher to track down. For those looking to go beyond Volumes 1-3, the can get The Inhuman Condition, Volume 4, and
Volume 5, In the Flesh. Why get them? Volumes four and five contain
gems like “The Body Politic,” about hands across the world seeking to overthrow
their tyrannical bodies, and “The Forbidden,” the basis of the Candyman movies.
Even if you, or your library, just get the easier to get
Volumes 1-3 Omnibus, neither you nor your fellow horror patrons will be
disappointed. Clive Barker may not have the current output of a King or Koontz
but his place in the evolution of horror should be respected and he will always
be, to many, a fascinating and disturbing discovery.
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