I'm surrently reading a number of horror anthologies and collections. The cover of this one caught my eye and I recognized a couple names, Scott's among them. Nicholson claims in the beginning that he's the last of a dying breed. Right there I should've guessed there might be something amiss. I don't decry the claim, but I do the sentiment. I've read a ton of horror writers lately, most newly hatched, and I've read a lot of writing that claims to be horror and isn't. Someof what's inside this collection isn't horror. What it is, exactly, I can't say, but it isn't horror. Or maybe it is. And isn't that the point? The term means different things to different people at different times. So, to say it's a genre dying and an area from which authors are fleeing? Well, that's just a bit of rhetoric, isn't it?
Ok, but as to the stories. Some are very good (Lisa Morton's EL CAZADOR, Maria Alexander's THOUGH THY LIPS BE PALE, and my personal fave, Simon Wood's THE SUNSEEKER), but the rest left me feeling like they were examples of exactly the sort of diluting horror Nicholson was bemoaning in his intro.
Overall, the book is fairly well edited. I found numerous spelling and formatting mistakes, all minor, but somewhat distracting. It's a shame because I really felt Scott was trying to raise the bar a bit. If anything, I think he maybe more firmly embedded it that much deeper into the wall.