It took me all of about three hours to get through the minutia that attempts to pass itself off as a horror fiction. In 2006 Dark Harvest was given the Bram Stoker Award. Really? Am I living on a different planet? Am I of a different species than those who read and rated this book? In my opinion, it was boring, not scary, and read like a Dick and Jane schoolbook. I kept hoping to be frightened. I kept hoping to turn the page and throw the book across the room.
But I suppose I fell into the media hype like most:
"Whether read as potent dark fantasy or a modern coming-of-age parable, [Dark Harvest] is contemporary American writing at its finest." —Publishers Weekly
Blood? Gore? American writing at its finest?
Were we reading the same book?
There’s this teenage boy, see, but he’s really a scarecrow with a carved out pumpkin for a face and tattered vines and husks for hands. And, of course there’s the sadistic cop who shoots everyone that crosses his path in hopes the October Boy (pumpkin face) won’t ‘make it to the church on time.’ Blah, blah, blah…..
Total waste.
In my opinion.
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1 comment:
Your review of Dark Harvest makes me want to read it, if only to share your contempt. (Mark)
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