As I mentioned in a previous post, Tim Deal from Shroud Publishing sent me a care package. One of the books was Peckinpah: An UltraViolence Romance by D. Harlan Wilson.
I used a bandaid for a bookmark. Split hogs abound, a broken clover, comPuter Cleaner, and a holographic name of Helen are but parts in this enigmatic book of prose.
Let me explain.. This is not a normal book. Well, it is, in the terms that it has a cover, pages with writing on them, and all that jazz. But it’s not a normal read. It’s not exactly peotry, nor is it exactly a novel. It’s something a bit in between. Peckinpah embodies a tale of murder and violence and of course, romance.
Sit down with it, drink your coffee or chocolate milke, pick the sock-fuzz out from between your toes and then sit back and read. You will not get up until it is finished. I have to give this one a must read for any of your horror fans who are looking for something… different.
But beware, your brain might not function the same once you close this book.