The cover of the re-release says, "In the tradition of 'Hell House' and 'The Haunting.'" Well, that about seems to wrap it up. In fact, the description could have stopped simply at "Hell House," because that is definitely the book that inspired "Soulstorm." From the windowless house, to the semi-possessed bad guy among the main cast, to the over-the-top, semen-splashed sexual depravity, Richard Matheson was clearly the muse, not Shirley Jackson. But what it seems author Chet Williamson really wanted to do was take the standard haunted house trope to the Freddy Krueger generation.
The premise is very familiar. Rich guy offers to pay a million bucks to each of three participants who would be willing to spend the night with him and his sexually frustrated wife in a huge haunted estate for the entire month of October. But the offer is full of catches. If anyone leaves before Halloween, nobody gets the money. And nobody will be able to leave anyway, since the house is hermetically sealed in iron shutters. The only way to get out and forfeit the cash is for four of them to simultaneously insert special keys soldered to a chain around their necks into locks placed at great distances, thus forcing a largely unanimous decision. Everybody accepts the challenge, not believing in ghosts, but not bothering to ask what would happen if any of their party were to drop dead, say, of a heart attack or something. I mean, what could possibly go wrong?
Well, it turns out a lot could go wrong, as the house is literally a magnet for spirits. Our five knuckleheads must fight boredom with endless games of pool and pinochle, as well as survive against malevolent forces until Halloween. But I just couldn't get past the contrived plot point of trapping all the people in the house. The main weakness to haunted house novels is that you need to amp up the threat while keeping your protagonists in the house for the duration of 100s of pages. Here, the solution is simply forced and implausible.
And therefore, you know the rest of the paranormal happenings will also be just as outrageous. Think the remake of "House on Haunted Hill" as opposed to the Vincent Price original. You've got horny dream lovers, the ghost of Hitler, possessed people turning into the Incredible Hulk, and gory deaths.
"Soulstorm" does attempt to be as spooky as it is campy. We get some really well-written scenes where our characters are desperately searching the huge and lonely mansion, afraid of opening every door for fear of what may be lurking on the other side. The paranoia builds as our guests realize that unseen presences are observing their every move, so they become self-conscious going to the toilet, tell jokes to themselves to lighten the mood, and are afraid to ever be alone or to look over their shoulder. For me, this was when the novel was most effective.
But when it tried to "one-up" the old school stories from which it is inspired, the book got unintentionally comical. Unfortunately, the author was clearly taking this project very seriously. Chet Williamson wanted to offend me, but I only giggled or rolled my eyes. He wanted to gross me out, but I felt he could do better than that. I'm not saying this book didn't have any ability to thrill or scare, but perhaps it worked better forty years ago in a more innocent time. And that's the problem when entertainment relies on mostly on gore and shock. What was amazing to audiences in the past doesn't necessarily phase them now. And so that's why story must always come first--your narrative will be what makes your work timeless. That's because gore and shock are tricks that only work once. You have to keep turning up the ridiculous factor to get diminishing reactions, and inevitably your story becomes a parody of itself.
Another weakness is that the characters are pretty dull. The author did give at least one of them some psychological depth, but the others were simply flat and wooden, or otherwise cartoonishly despicable. The dialogue was also nothing to brag about. Shirley Jackson may have gone overboard with all her cutesy banter between her cast at Hill House, making everyone sound like they were in a Victorian salon or a 50s Tupperware party, but here Williamson injects only the bare modicum of personality, humor, or quirkiness into what people say or do.
Don't get me wrong, though. This book gets a lot right. For example, I liked how the characters had all their watches confiscated, and there are no clocks in the house, so with the windows all shuttered, they could only rely on internal cues to mark time. This had interesting psychological implications and was utilized well in the story.
I also enjoyed the running theme about how the house exploits vulnerabilities in people, and the author made this process feel very real and organic, even if the end results were kind of goofy.
The pacing was well timed, and it is one of the more violent offerings of the original paperback from hell line, building to a crashing crescendo the way that only 80s and 90s paperbacks can pull off. This is overall a moderately sick and entertaining little book that should resonate well with modern horror fans, and even may stimulate an odd craving for smoked oysters. Or maybe it was just me.
As a final point, this is an original 1986 paperback that has greater availability than others because a modernized version was rereleased a few years ago on Kindle. I've never understood why we need updates for such books--who cares if a character is looking at the hands of a Swiss watch vs a digital LED screen? Especially in a book like this where technology is purposefully eliminated to up the stakes! But at least this book is easier to find, especially on a whim.
The ideas presented here had a lot of potential, but I don't think what Chet Williamson tried to do to set this book apart from other haunted house stories had the overall effect he had hoped. Regardless, it was a really fun ride, enhanced all the more for me when a thunderstorm came rumbling through at the same time the soundtrack to my wife's horror video game wafted in from the living room TV while I was reading it.
For all its flaws, it's a great choice for your short list this Halloween season.