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Phantasmagoria Magazine will contain a review of Johnny Mains'
A Distasteful Horror Story:
A DISTASTEFUL HORROR STORY by Johnny Mains
Review by Trevor Kennedy for Phantasmagoria Magazine.
The narrator of this very darkly humorous novel is a horror fanboy - a
huge fanboy, in fact. Especially for the British literary scene,
excitedly attending as many of the conventions as possible with an
enthusiastic glee. He’s been an obsessive collector of horror-related
books, film props and other memorabilia
all his life, growing up in the 1980s binging on Video Nasties and other
related pastimes. All set to the backdrop and trauma of his
girlfriend’s brutal murder at the hands of her father when they were
mere teenagers, naturally. The Wonder Years, this is not (thankfully!).
The man at the centre of things is looking back upon his life so far -
from the highs (interviewing Stephen King for Fear magazine and hanging
out with other genre stars), to the lows (errr… let’s just say they’re
pretty graphic and crazy) - from the comfort of his relatively new home,
a prison cell where he is spending some time at Her Majesty’s pleasure
for a little incident that resulted in him murdering the popular (and
fictional) horror author, Carson Fisher. But as this reflective plot
develops, it turns out that Carson is not quite the hero the narrator
once thought he was and a revenge plan is soon on the cards. I mean,
what would you do?
This book is a fascinating read on many levels
so I’ll try my best to convey this without losing myself somewhat. Bear
with me.
First and foremost, it works as an outright (very) dark
comedy/revenge/horror story, at times rather extreme and almost flirting
with the bizarro sub-genre. Fans of this type of material will enjoy it
for that reason alone, especially if you have as warped a sense of
humour as I do (it’s only fiction, people - calm down!). But there is a
lot more to it than just that.
Admittedly, I often have a habit of
personalising my reviews, and it’s one I’m conscientiously trying to
break, but it is totally necessary in this case. Murder and much other
nasty stuff aside, I actually found myself relating to a lot of what the
‘anti-hero’ in the prison cell is recounting, especially the nostalgic
tributes to 1980s non-mainstream childhood pastimes, like the
under-appreciated magic of VHS, watching obscure foreign films late at
night on Channel 4, old horror anthology paperbacks, and more. The fact
that the author and I were born in the same year and (presumably) have
similar interests dating back to our younger days, is, of course, an
obvious factor in me liking and ‘getting’ this book more than perhaps
people with more mainstream interests will. But it’s not a mainstream
book anyway, so my point here is sort of a moot one.
I also found
myself smiling broadly at the narrator’s rants about modern life,
especially certain aspects of social media. This book is arguably even
in part an angry satire of twenty-first century life, Brett Easton
Ellis-style, Johnny Mains looking back on those halcyon days of his
youth through the eyes of his character, rose-tinted glasses affixed
(maybe).
Another really enjoyable aspect of this book is how Mains
blends real-life people and names within the genre community into his
tale alongside his fictional creations like Carson Fisher, in a very
humorous meta manner. They’re all there - Stephen King, Stephen Jones,
Ramsey Campbell, Les Edwards, Harlan Ellison, Tanith Lee etc. And when
the main character lands a job at Fear magazine, it really did bring a
grin to my face.
Additionally, along with the extreme violence
and horror, there are also some very well-observed digs at fandom in
general, and other pop culture staples (Jimmy Savile included!). The
picture it paints of prison life is remarkably accurate and
well-researched (I think!) as well.
This book is never going to be
everyone’s cup of tea - it is niche in quite a few ways - but so what?
It wasn’t written to have a broad appeal anyway. Aficionados of the
British genre scene (and the scene as a whole) will generally love it,
and I include myself in that category too, of course.
It’s a read
that is rather hard to put down, with all its erratic, deranged madness,
brutal murders, horror lore references, and savage commentary on a
plethora of issues.
