Today, I finished Clive Barker's latest offering, entitled Mister B. Gone.
Initially, let me say that it was mostly a waste of time.
Having said that, I will say that it did have some entertaining moments, but it was mostly an exercise in self-indulgence, I dare say.
Mr. Barker seems to have lost his edge. Once called "the future of horror" by none other than Stephen King, Barker no longer seems to fulfill that role.
Mister B. Gone pretends to be sort of a journal written in first person by a demon named Jakabok Botch. Botch is quite the whiner, constantly begging the reader to burn the book, as he seems to be imprisoned in its pages.
The cover of the book uses words like "terror" and "horrific" to describe the contents of the book. I found neither. There was nothing even remotely scary about the book. It certainly had its moments of gore, but not "scary gore." Nothing like Barker's works of old, such as The Damnation Game.
As a matter of fact, it came across as more humorous than frightening.
Looking for a good horror book?
Mister B. Gone is most definitely NOT it.
TTFN, y'all!