Mapping the Terrain of Used and Rare Books
Let me say before I start that this review is that it is probably going to be full of spoilers. I say “probably” because it’s been so long since I posted that I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m a bit nervous, to be honest. But I’ve been wanting to get back to this for a long time. I’m fully caffinated and just took a valium, so, as they say, lets get it on!
“Steven King without a conscience,” as one reviewer put it, is about as apt a description I can think of to describe Laymon and his writing. He is very readable. You immediately like the good guys and despise the bad guys. The narrative moves quickly and enjoyably. Simple, yet well-rounded and (sort of) realistic characters. His depiction of women can be a bit like something out of a B-movie slasher flick, but what are his novels but literary B-movie slashers?
“The Cellar” starts out with ordinary people with ordinary problems. But soon, as you are getting to know them, they start to slip into less than ordinary places and situations. The girls and the Bounty Hunter (don’t ask, you’ll have to read it) are slowly getting involved in a small town tourist trap known as “The Beast House;” the abusive ex-boyfriend of the protagonist is busy perpetrating heinous atrocities as he attempts to hunt her down.
At this point in the book things are beginning to get gross. And it’s not even a quarter of the way through the novel.
Without going step by step and rewriting the book I’m going to skip to the promised Spoiler Alerts and, what I hope is the point of this piece.
The Beast House hosts, as I’m sure you’ve figured out, real beasts. There are beast stalkings, beast maulings, beast sex with humans (both unconsensual and consensual,) and everything in between.
There’s a mysterious old diary. And of course there is the cellar!
What happens in the cellar is this – the strong male figure with the guns gets cut up and fed to the beasts. The protagonist and her daughter get taken captive and tied up only to be forced to procreate with beasts. And then….
The book ends.
See what I mean about Steven King without a conscience?
There is no hope, no redemption, no justice – Just Beasts.
I‘m just starting to read the sequel, aptly titled “The Beast House.” If anyone cares I’ll post about that when I finish it. I know this hasn’t been my best or cohesive post ever, but I’m just getting my sea-legs back. Forgive me. Please comment and/or like this. I hope to write again soon.