Now available in a single definitive volume, Creation Books are proud to present the collected works (1989-99) of "literary madman" James Havoc. An alcohol-fuelled mix of novellas, stories, fragments and 37 graphic novel pages, Butchershop in the Sky also contains his vintage anti-novel Raism: the first ever book published by Creation Books, out-of-print classics such as Satanskin, and brand new millennial ejaculations. This is raw, extreme, cult writing for Goths, Satanists and Pirates of all ages!
I read this many years ago. Whoever is behind the publicity for this embarrassment must be commended. I had heard great things about this book, how shocking and genuinely evil it supposedly was. Well, it wasn't. I can't recall the specifics, but I do remember clearly that while I was reading it (and for a brief period after I finished it) I had this image of a young teenage kid, growing up bored in rural America, no friends except a few drug buddies, sitting alone in the attic of his parents' house tripping hard, furious with the world and the people in it, thinking he's writing the most evil story in the world. Problem is, he's an uneducated kid who know absolutely nothing about writing. OK, I don't know if any of that is true or not, but I do know that the author comes off as someone with zero writing skills who resorts to juvenile tricks that do nothing but highlight how bad writing can be. To call Havoc an "author" is an insult to real authors everywhere.