Probably my first official experience reading something designated as 'Extreme Horror' - in this case, also lovingly referred to as a 'Splatter Western' - and I got schooled, held for detention, and had my knuckles smacked with a ruler until I had no fingers left just mush on a desk-top...and then the teacher smiled and got cruel. Sort of what it felt like, anyway.
So I guess Extreme Horror is kind of like watching Planet Terror, or the most memorable 15 minutes of Robocop, or the movie Man Bites Dog - so, yes, I have been extremely grossed out before. Even some vile reads from the past are coming to mind - it's just that they were the equivalent of Extreme Horror but just not labeled as such, or not so relentlessly sickening, add nausea, as to truly qualify. So, okay, this is not my first rodeo where bulls trampled most of the riders to bone-sprinkled pulp, and a dismemberment-themed riot erupted in the stands.
If this indeed is the first time I knowingly drank the blood of Extreme Horror, I seem to have picked a good one. Do you remember in Western movies those scenes where the villains suddenly ride into town and shout and ride willy-nilly throwing flaming bottles through windows and firing guns into the air and ripping down Hoedown Next Saturday Banners? But then things kind of calm down so the toughest townspeople have time to rally round maybe one guy or few guys the villains are really after and get the kiddos in the cellar and ring the church bell to warn everybody and soon guns are passed around and perimeters are staked out and battle lines established until later it ends with one guy facing another guy for a fair duel...or even if everyone chickens out before it's down to two dudes at least the sheriff's wife helps out and only the bad guys get killed and most importantly people learn something and no one shoots anyone in the back unless it's my favourite Western, McCabe & Mrs Miller, where most people get shot in the back or otherwise dishonourably suckered? Remember all that?
That is not what an Extreme Horror Splatter Western is like, at all. Throw all that out the window. That is not how we roll, here. People, it seems, in an Extreme Splatter Western Horror should be so lucky as to get dishonourably shot in the back. That would be like a birthday gift.
I'm never going to glut myself on Extreme Horror, but I can see the appeal of less plot and more carnage. Here we have a whole passel of human scum, each with their own sadistic fetishes, swooping down on their latest unsuspecting town of victims, and the fuse is lit, and the plot gets the hell out of Dodge, and the splatter takes over. The creeps have split up into little groups and are coming in from several directions, so the action jumps around like one of those colourful tree frogs with the lethally poisonous skin until it lands on another victim batch again.
The fun news is: a traveling Show of Wonders has just come to town! Okay, more Oddities than Wonders. Does this make things worse or better for the folks just trying to live peaceful near Silver River?...well I don't want to say. But it's quite a varied and memorable multitude of characters, beasts, and weapons that end up doing battle among each other.
I'll leave it at that. I have been ordering a surfeit of Horror books off one particular "best of" list, but as the Extreme Horror stuff has come in, I have put it in a corner and been scared to touch it. Recently, I decided to bite the bullet, suck it up, and try Extreme Horror - and I figured a rootin' tootin' Western with Carnival Attached would sort of ease me in. It didn't ease me in, it more like bled me out...but in a good way, and I think I'm ready for more of this type of thing, and can handle it. No, I'm not ready for more but I can handle it. I cannot really handle it, but it's fun anyway.