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4.0 out of 5 stars
A review ..., May 28, 2002
By A Customer
M.F. Korn's new book, CONFESSIONS OF A GHOUL,appears to be the final nail in the coffin of Silver Lake Publishing, now gone to meet its maker (who is running from debtors no doubt.)
This is certainly not the fault of Korn as his book is generally above par. The best stories in this collection are the rollicking "The Great Find Of The Non-Traditional Computer Cowboys". For some reason that I couldn't quite put my finger on, it reminded me of Hemingway and Hunter S. Thompson.
Three stories in a row: "And Now, The Wizard Of Gore, May I Present The President", "Rags To Riches To Hell", and my favorite, "The Unwelcome Guest" all concern themselves over variations of a central figure being the World's Greatest Horror Writer. They are brief bites of Horror tropes made all the more palatable for their unique twist ending and wry humor.
"Letters From Skitzo" is an uneven tale told entirely in letters back and forth. The ending is expected and the least of these stories.
Finally we reach the centerpeice of this book, "Confessions Of A Ghoul".
Everything that has come before this story seems naught but a series of movie trailers while waiting for the main feature.
"Confessions Of A Ghoul" is rich and textured in a way rarely seen these days. It takes its time without ever meandering through meaningless prose. M.F. Korn wants us to thoroughly get inside the head of the characters and does it in a way that never reveals too many secrets.
The story is about a Ghoul who has named himself Tiresias. He writes and babbles like a person going slowly mad from Syphilis. He shuffles through his life and a backwater University town somewhere deep in the bible thumping Louisiana South. Tiresias may or may not realize that he is being shadowed by a University student who has chosen him for his thesis.
Tim Meadows is the student intrigued by Tiresias and his ghoulish behavior, all the moreso because there is a rumor that Tiresias was once a brilliant student of the University.
Confessions Of A Ghoul delves page by page, ever deeper into the very dregs of human existence. Paranoia, perversion, and cannabalism are just the lynchpins to this tale.
The problems I had with this book seemed to have less to do with the author than with the editing. Spelling errors abound and whole paragraphs are repeated, over and over again turning what seems to be a fascinating story into a muddle. Notice this paragraph from page 73:
The night was black and dismal as midnight in the secret recesses of some sinister deep space. Whimpers whistled through the spooky paddock. Tiresias stopped and hunched over something in the thicket with the clearing just ahead. He waited, and then saw Tiresias brandish a sort of utensil, which looked much like an ordinary kitchen steak knife. He appeared to cut and thrash, and saw and hew away at a bundle of lifeless bulk which lay propped sideways on the very ground. The man was cutting away at a body. Very much deceased since God knew when, but now Tiresias was hungrily chewing at a now separated chuck of the meat of the remains. It looked like a frail body, perhaps that of a homeless bum or such. He wrenched more bloated flesh from it with a steak knife, diggin in as it were.
The scene is part of a fascinating whole. Too bad the whole thing gets repeated again on page 82 throwing the entire story off whack. I had to re-read it a second time, taking care to jump over the redux so that the story flowed the way it should.
Another place the book falters is with the very first story, "Eternal Questions Posed At The International House Of Pancakes". While the story has strands of self-effacing humor, it is also bloated with an overabundance of self-congratulatory sneer. M.F. Korn's character, Mark, makes secret fun of the multi-psuedo intellectuals and their conspiracy and UFO theories at a local eatery and bus station. Unfortunately, Korn gets so involved in the myriad progenitors of the form that the story begins to read more like a trivial pursuit game of junk science theorists than a humorous jaunt through this other world. As if name dropping alone betrays a studied knowledge and understanding of the crackpots.
This book, though flawed, is still enjoyable for all the best reasons I mentioned above and gets 3 BookWyrms from me.
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