In this collection of The Goon, Franky and the Goon go after Fishy Pete, who has been howling for blood ever since the Goon chopped off his remaining arm and leg. Pretty soon they are knee deep in all manner of evil fish. “Ain’t it the bee’s knees ta hear fish skulls crackin’ against the finest machine-tooled chrome-plated pipe wrench 1932 technology had to offer!” Even though they prevail, they still have the nameless man, the zombie priest to contend with. The Goon has confined […]
Mortar Kombat
For fun, pop-science-y action reads, you cannot beat Jonathan Maberry. My brother recommended Patient Zero to me, and I fucking loved it and gobbled up all the subsequent Joe Ledger books. I haven’t yet gotten to Benny Imura, because I’m waiting to not be fucking tired of zombies anymore, but I FUCKING LOVED the Pine Deep trilogy. In no small part because it’s set in a small town in Bucks County. And it’s about a haunted hayride. If you ever get the chance, jump the fuck […]
Ayuh Maine Winters Can Be A Sumbitch
TK introduced me to Connolly’s Charlie Parker series way back during the first Cannonball, and I really dug them. Connolly is incredibly deft at writing a procedural thriller with just the slightest dark little horror sheen on it. It’s like Stephen King’s Homicide: Life On Maine’s Streets. It’s bad men being stopped by a damaged man, and there’s this sort of eyes-glowing-in-the-shadows watching and maybe waiting. He doesn’t hunt werewolves, he hunts men haunted by the thought that they might be werewolves, but the haunting […]
Getting Some Tail…Wind
Despite Stone Barrington being the Mary Sue alter ego for everything Stuart Woods craves in life — eating Dover Sole in private clubs and drinking Knob Creek like he’s got a fucking corporate sponsorship, getting fitted for Turnbull and Asher, drinking fine wines and bedding anything and everything with a vagina with the exception of the President and his son’s girlfriend — this one’s got a decent enough plot. In that, he balances it between several story threads.