Abodyemigphobia is the fear of the visceral aspects of the human body. Mutilation, alteration, and disfigurement at the epicenter of horror for many ages. In body horror we not only find something to fear, but we learn to fear ourselves.
How can one fear themselves? Why would something so natural disturb generations of readers?
Gehenna & Hinnom is honored to present the Year's Best Body Horror 2017 Anthology, the most disturbing and blasphemous collection of horror to ever be read by human eyes. Enter the morose. Embrace the Unknown.
This is a solid anthology full of very diverse takes on the concept of body horror. Carl Jenning's fabulous story "Cicada" left me horrified of ever having to have a cast. My very favorite tale "Tetanus" by Chris Vander Kaay, went in a completely unexpected and fascinatingly disturbing direction. Not a dud in the bunch- a fine antho.
This anthology contains some very well crafted tales of Body Horror by a diverse group of talented authors.
For example, "The Always Watching Eye" by Gary Power and "Porphyria" by John S. McFarland are chilling tales that draw you deep into despair and terror as they progress to their terrifying conclusions.
In fairness, I won't comment on my own contribution, but I will applaud C.P. Dunphey and Gehenna & Hinnom publishers on an excellent job curating this large collection.
Oh, and as author Carl R. Jennings would suggest, if you happen to hear the distinct scratching noise of a cicada, be afraid. Be very afraid, indeed.
2017 was a sad year for Horror if,indeed, this anthology represents that year's best.
What passes for horror these days is primarily gore and violence, as this collection of mostly disappointing and underwhelming stories demonstrates.
When I choose to read horror, I want to be riveted by fear and dread, tinged with a compulsion to keep reading because I HAVE to know how it ends. What l DON'T want is to be revolted by a deluge of senseless violence and bloodletting that compels me to stop reading and scan ahead for a better story.
Please don't misunderstand me. I am no weak-stomached, lily-livered, flowers-and-butterflies-only wimp of a horror fan. I can take, and appreciate blood and guts just fine, thank you very much, when appropriate to the unfolding of a well-told story.
What I find objectionable is writing that confuses the ultimate gross-out for true horror. Too many of today's horror writers seem to rely on that tactic, which, in my opinion, demonstrates immaturity, laziness, and a dearth of creativity and skill.
Notable exceptions to these disappointing stories include Babel.