Following the discovery of the lost manuscript, Catacombs of Terror by Radiohead artist Stanley Donwood is being published by the Scratter & Pomace imprint of Tangent Books. Catacombs of Terror was written by Donwood for a 5 bet that he could write a 50,000-word pulp fiction novel in 30 days. Donwood won the bet and a limited-edition of 1,000 books was published by HedFollowing the discovery of the lost manuscript, Catacombs of Terror by Radiohead artist Stanley Donwood is being published by the Scratter & Pomace imprint of Tangent Books. Catacombs of Terror was written by Donwood for a 5 bet that he could write a 50,000-word pulp fiction novel in 30 days. Donwood won the bet and a limited-edition of 1,000 books was published by Hedonist in 2002. Donwood then updated the story with hand-written notes, but the manuscript was thought lost until it came into the possession of Tangent Books. Catacombs of Terror is set in Donwood s home town of Bath. It s a pulp-fiction novel starring private eye Martin Valpolicella who is drawn into a dark underworld of subterranean terror involving drugs, guns and pigs."...
|Title||:||Catacombs of Terror|
|Number of Pages||:||256 Pages|
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Catacombs of Terror Reviews
What a bloody delight. This book has absolutely no literary merit of which to speak or critique. The thing is riddled through with cliche. The writing is a punched-up, semi-modernized take on a style that has been replicated and re-done a million times. The plot is something that seems like it was improvised during NaNoWriMo. The characters are archetypal.And it's the most fun reading I've had all year. It's an absolute trashy, hilariously enjoyable ride. The prose is pastiche in a lovable way, the characters the same. The plot is awful and not really at all important except to provide an excuse for the antics inside. And the book delivers what it promises: there are guns, drugs, and pigs.Stay far away from this novel if you're looking for anything with literary merit or actual depth. If you want to have a blast paging through a hilarious noir-horror homage, then this is the book for you.
Pretty terrible. Strangely moreish.
like Raymond Chandler meets HP Lovecraft, Stanley Donwood here writes an atmospheric crime story that rises slightly above the satire that it pretends to. The detective here is alarmed by an anonymous note that he is going to be framed for murder in a couple of days and it leads him into a twisted chase through bath leading to underground tunnels and an occult group that aspires to the illuminati. Everything here is elevated by the moments of genuine horror that exist in the tunnels beneath bath, where wild pigs run free. Ultimately it doesn't move toward a satisfying conclusion, though it moves through the requisite twists that these sorts of novels aspire to - but that's OK because the dialogue is funny when its not snappy and snappy when it's expository. Stanley Donwood has a strong voice and while the plot becomes silly at times, it's alright because we've been led to expect the distance from reality established.
Not too deep but fun enough to keep you turning the pages.