Now I’ll straight up admit I’m a sucker for a nice turtleneck, sports coat and gun combo. It’s a real good look for a 70s action hero. It’s the exact outfit you want to be wearing while scouring the sewer for evildoers. Then you add the word “cannibal.” Forget about it. The 70s paperback world was pretty well rocked by Don Siegal’s Dirty Harry starring Clint Eastwood. Tough cops had alway been a genre stalwart but suddenly they could be, well, dirtier. They were meaner and shot more bad guys and mostly just acted like jerks to everyone and everything. The justice system in action, I guess. But it makes for some good slimy reading…

What’s more 80s than Stephen King? Leg warmers? No. Deloreans? No. Walkmans? No. Arnold Schwarzenegger? Yeah, probably. He’s Maximum Overdrive in a person, funny, slightly scary, slightly ridiculous and going at full-tilt. So, in the world of cinema of the 80s Arnie and Stephen were bound to meet up at some point. Luckily it wasn't The Dead Zone or Stand By Me. The muscular Arnie going out to the woods to look for a dead body could have been good. No, it was The Running Man…

Ah, yes Texas. Where everything is a little wild, a little weird and fairly dangerous. It's a place of individuals, good or bad. Who do what they want, whether that’s living a peaceful life or serving an ancient evil called the God of the Razor and slashing people to bits. That’s the kind of place where a horror novel should be set. It just makes sense...

Okay, so this is a review of what is inside of a book,right? We all know that covers captivate people so much that for a lot of collectors it’s solely what’s on the cover that matters to them and not what’s on the page. I’m somewhere in the middle, if I can get a copy of a book with a nice cover, sure, but I’m not too worried about it. Books are the written words to me. Like, people, it's what's on the inside that counts. Right. Right? RIGHT?!?!

There’s times in a reader's life that you have to pause and consider just what the hell you are reading and why. If you read 80s pulp paperback horror, this thought MIGHT pop in your head more often than say if you were reading Dostoevsky or Vonnegut. If you’re reading a William W. Johnstone horror novel the phrase “why am I reading this?” will crop up often, say every couple of pages. And since you think this you ask yourself, “why don’t I stop?” Then you just just keep reading because surely that the worst is over. The worst is never over in a William W. Johnstone novel until you are at the ads in the back for other books from the publisher. It’s a near-constant barrage of terrible things designed to...I dunno maybe scare you? At least it's designed to disgust you. But more on that in a minute...

Big ‘ol guns. Vigilante vengeance. Tough guys. Dangerous dames. Numbers on the covers? It’s the world of Men’s Adventure paperback fiction. The whole mess was started by Don Pendleton back with The Executioner #1: War Against the Mafia in 1969. After that the floodgates opened and every publisher had to have at least one man-o-action in their mitts and on the spinner racks. They morphed from sleazy, violent action crime tales in the 70s to fairly hoorah, go-America action stories in the 80s before fizzling into techno-thrillers in the 90s…

When summer strikes, I, like a lot of people, begin to think of the water. It's hot and dry outside and cool and wet in there. Yadda, yadda, you get it but there's no sharks named Bruce in the hot and dry, so points for. Obviously Jaws started with a book by Peter Benchley who had a great idea to make people more afraid of sharks. Then Spielberg took the ball and then the movie made even more people afraid of sharks. The movie was the first summer blockbuster and summer blockbusters always seem to have to get a sequel or two. Two sequels later, Bruce the Shark had been back to Amity and over to Sea World and now it was time to take his revenge…

It happens every now and then, I discover some minor publisher through one randomly purchased paperback and find myself falling down a deep, dark rabbit hole. When I emerge I find my wallet lighter and my shelves heavier. It's enviable, like seeing the name Dean Koontz at a used book store or, I dunno, dying I suppose…

What if the movies The Crazies and Earthquake had a paperback baby? Well, that little kid would be The Deadly Spring by J.C. Conaway. Disaster movies were the superhero movies of their day, terrifying the populace with tales of crashing airplanes, upturned cruise ships and infernos in high rises. It also dovetails nicely into government conspiracy and cover-ups. But more on that later…

Hungry? I got a little history nugget for you. Somewhere back in the 16th Century there was a dude named Sawney Bean who had a bunch of pals, let’s call ‘em a clan who had some peculiar dining habits. See, they were cannibals. The story goes that they supposedly killed AND ate over 1000 people. Seems a bit like gluttony to me. Eventually they ate enough people for King Henry VI to notice and he ruined their dinner plans…