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She Loves Monsters
Lon Chaney, HP Lovecraft, Tod Browning. Twenty years ago, Christopher Lake was hailed as all three rolled into one. After three cult films established him a living legend he embarked on his most ambitious feature yet, Vorada. However, fifteen years later Vorada has still to be released. Now Jack Calner has inherited a share of the film, and he is determined to stake his claim.
As Jack Calner approaches the remote country house where Lake has exiled himself his car strikes a naked woman. The body he expects to find vanishes. Bunny, the mild-mannered handy man is a secret wrapped inside an enigma. Christopher Lake isn't what he expected. Neither is the famous lost Vorada.
"Vorada ranks alongside Chaney's London After Midnight as one of the legendary lost movies..."
As Jack Calner approaches the remote country house where Lake has exiled himself his car strikes a naked woman. The body he expects to find vanishes. Bunny, the mild-mannered handy man is a secret wrapped inside an enigma. Christopher Lake isn't what he expected. Neither is the famous lost Vorada.
"Vorada ranks alongside Chaney's London After Midnight as one of the legendary lost movies..."
- GenresHorror
122 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2006
About the author
Simon Clark
212 books303 followersBorn, 20th April, 1958, Simon Clark is the author of such highly regarded horror novels as Nailed By The Heart, Blood Crazy, Darker, Vampyrrhic and The Fall, while his short stories have been collected in Blood & Grit and Salt Snake & Other Bloody Cuts. He has also written prose material for the internationally famous rock band U2.
Raised in a family of storytellers – family legend told of a stolen human skull buried beneath the Clark garage – he sold his first ghost story to a radio station in his teens. Before becoming a full-time writer he held a variety of day jobs, that have involved strawberry picking, supermarket shelf stacking, office work, and scripting video promos.
He lives with his wife and two children in mystical territory that lies on the border of Robin Hood country in England.
Raised in a family of storytellers – family legend told of a stolen human skull buried beneath the Clark garage – he sold his first ghost story to a radio station in his teens. Before becoming a full-time writer he held a variety of day jobs, that have involved strawberry picking, supermarket shelf stacking, office work, and scripting video promos.
He lives with his wife and two children in mystical territory that lies on the border of Robin Hood country in England.
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February 23, 2017
This was headed for 5 stars until I got to the ending. Or something approximating an ending. Or whatever you call it when a book just stops, as if the author ran out of ink, or the acid finally kicked in, and he couldn't find any more words.
I mean, the story just stopped, and pages from a different book seemed to be inserted into my copy. I was getting into what seemed to be the place where one would expect a climax, followed by a brief denouement.
The chapter ended (on a bit of a climax), I turned the page, and was surprised to see the next page labeled "Chapter One,” which appeared to be an autobiographical account of how a young Simon Clark was initiated into a gang and ultimately grew up to be a writer. While that’s all fascinating stuff, I’m sure, I was really hoping to finish reading the story I had started.
I'm not sure if this was a bindery mistake or if the novella really ended there (“I’m sorry, I’ve just killed him.”), and everything after that point is just… I don’t know… some type of authorial masturbation.
I have nothing against experimental fiction or what some might call "Avant Garde." But this was neither. It was just poor editing, plain and simple. N.E.P. should consider hiring professionals who can do a better job of pulling this sort of thing off, because it isn’t clear at all what they were trying to do here. (Something as simple as a couple of blank pages after the end, before adding the "bio". Or maybe the words "THE END")
I shouldn't need to spend an hour at the end of a book trying to figure out WTF just happened. There are too many other good books for sale that I can read instead.
I mean, the story just stopped, and pages from a different book seemed to be inserted into my copy. I was getting into what seemed to be the place where one would expect a climax, followed by a brief denouement.
The chapter ended (on a bit of a climax), I turned the page, and was surprised to see the next page labeled "Chapter One,” which appeared to be an autobiographical account of how a young Simon Clark was initiated into a gang and ultimately grew up to be a writer. While that’s all fascinating stuff, I’m sure, I was really hoping to finish reading the story I had started.
I'm not sure if this was a bindery mistake or if the novella really ended there (“I’m sorry, I’ve just killed him.”), and everything after that point is just… I don’t know… some type of authorial masturbation.
I have nothing against experimental fiction or what some might call "Avant Garde." But this was neither. It was just poor editing, plain and simple. N.E.P. should consider hiring professionals who can do a better job of pulling this sort of thing off, because it isn’t clear at all what they were trying to do here. (Something as simple as a couple of blank pages after the end, before adding the "bio". Or maybe the words "THE END")
I shouldn't need to spend an hour at the end of a book trying to figure out WTF just happened. There are too many other good books for sale that I can read instead.
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