You know what you’re getting with a title like Deadraiser. It’s a name that owes less to the gothic literary tradition and more to the secluded horror section of a defunct video store, lurking on the shelves among other morbidly fascinating titles that you know your parents aren’t going to let you rent.
“This town belongs in a B-horror movie. ‘A town with a dark secret,’ he said in his head like a film narrator. Now here I go…sounding like I’m in one of those flicks myself. It’s just a town; a puny, backwards, podunk town buried deep in Massachusetts…”
If you’re eagerly anticipating buckets of blood and decapitations, you won’t be disappointed. Genre cliches like a backwoods town, creepy graveyard, foreboding nightmares, deformed monster and sacrificed maidens? All present and accounted for.
“This is getting to sound like something out of The Exorcist.”
Despite all the knowing references to Stephen King, Freddy Krueger and the like from our pop-cultured protagonist, this feels like a pure celebration of the authors’ shared love of horror rather than a tongue-in-cheek parody. I’ll even let them off for giving a clearly suspicious character a nudge-wink name that makes the final “twist” obvious almost from the start.
Since it seems that all books have to be part of a series to be a profitable venture these days, the Deadraiser story will continue. I don’t need to read any more, but I enjoyed the nostalgic trip. Creepy kids never grow out of this stuff.