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9 of 10 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
Yikes!,
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This review is from: This Symbiotic Fascination (Mass Market Paperback)
Welcome to the world of Charlee Jacob. After I stumbled over the other reviews here, I decided to pick this book up and give it a shot. I always love a good, gory horror novel. What I wasn't expecting was THIS----this ultra-sick, grue-filled extravaganza of blood and guts. Practically every page is filled to the brim with disgusting, multi-dimensional violence and perversion. There is stuff in here you've never imagined in your worst nightmares. Here is a sampling of what you will find in this book: cannibalism, murder, torture, dismemberment, disfigurement, suicide, and coprophagy. I think I left something out, and I really don't want to remember what it is. I am no babe-in-the-woods when it comes to horror books and novels, but this takes the cake. Is this what they are writing nowadays? This makes the sickest horror film look like a Disney feature. Don't be fooled by the cheesy cover or the fact that Charlee Jacob is a woman. This book is unbelievable in the gore category. It's off the charts.That's my take on the gore. Now it needs to be said that this is an excellent horror novel, overflowing with great prose, great characters, and fascinating plot development. Essentially, the story is a vampire tale, but Charlee takes that tired genre and crafts a gem of a novel. There is no debonair undead duffer tooling around medieval castles in this book. Instead, Charlee introduces us to Tawne Delaney, a 37-year-old virgin who is angry at the modern world because its emphasis on beauty has left her out in the cold. No man wants anything to do with Tawne; she is a large woman with big hands who is usually seen, if seen at all, in the background of life. Tawne works in a clothing store, but only in the stockroom because the beautiful girls work as salesclerks. One of Tawne's coworkers, Arcan Tyler, also is a major character in the story. Arcan is also an outcast of sorts. The biggest reason for his social exile is the raving beasts running amok in his body. A cat, a wolf, and a ghoul all swirl in Arcan's diseased soul, leading him on a bloody rampage as a rapist and general sicko. It seems that Arcan inherited these particular traits from his dear old Mum, and he is barely hanging on as he tries to control these monsters. After Tawne sees a weird dude (a vampire with the power to change his looks) kill her only friend, she begs him to help her acquire the power to project images so she may do the same thing to attract men. The rest of the book describes Tawne's adventures as a vampire and her eventual relationship with Arcan. I am not really giving away much with this detailed description, something that would be impossible to convey in this review due to the gore and the number of twists and turns in the plot. There are a few subplots that are great fun. Tawne's conversion to beast is captured by a local sleaze reporter on videotape. The story of the reporter and the subsequent incidents with the tape is very clever and entertaining, almost worth meriting treatment in a separate book. Arcan's victims, who were left alive to suffer from his attacks, also provide a good story on their own. Charlee attempts, with fair effect, to blend all of these story lines together at the end of the book. I don't think I need to spend too much time telling you the end of the book is grim and not at all pleasant (well, maybe Arcan finds some peace). The chasm between the sexes certainly plays a large part in this book. Ideals of beauty and power are viciously attacked, as is the media that perpetuates sex roles. Jacob doesn't seem to favor one side or the other, as everyone is (or ends up) becoming a victim of some sort. Even Arcan's rape victims end up slaves to their own healing process and revenge. This is Charlee Jacob's first novel, and there are some problems. As great as the plot and subplots are, they are a bit uneven. The videotape subplot starts out great but runs down towards the end. There is almost no explanation concerning Denise Cross's change from a good cop to a weird sicko. I am also still trying to figure out exactly what happened to Arcan's brother, Harry. Also, how could Tawne's car be left at a crime scene without bringing the police into the picture? These are problems, but for a first novel they are minor problems. I'm looking forward to her second novel.
5 of 6 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
Good stuff.,
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This review is from: This Symbiotic Fascination (Mass Market Paperback)
Charlee Jacob, This Symbiotic Fascination (Leisure Books, 1997)Whatever else This Symbiotic Fascination is (and it is many things), one word I see applied to it many times that it really isn't is "original." Fans of extreme horror (the term "splatterpunk" is far too overused and far too inaccurate; this is more Guinea Pig than Neuromancer) who have been reading Bob Deveraux's stuff for the past decade will be well-enough acquainted with Jacob's style to have recognized this. Fans of extreme horror who have not yet read Bob Devereaux's classic Deadweight need to get their heads out of the necks of their victims long enough to read the best extreme horror novel on the planet. What This Symbiotic Fascination is, however, is a whole lot of fun. Tawne, a largely-built and relatively unattractive girl (by her own admission), finds herself drawn into the mystery of the local serial killer when one of her few friends pops off with the guy one day after work; a guy who is, to say the least, stunningly ugly. Add to this plotline that another of her co-workers is a serial rapist possessed by animal demons, and, well, you've got yourself a whole brew of nastiness jut waiting to be chugged. The one thing that didn't really ring true (in the "logic-inside-the-suspension-of-disbelief" way that these things do) is Tawne's pure, complete loneliness, her ability to find even a single human being who finds her attractive. Especially given the qualities Jacob invests her with. A six-foot-two, large-built redhead who lifts crates for a living? Try a personal ad, watch the responses come rocketing in. Other than that, though, I can't stress how much good, clean, gore-spouting fun this book is. Most everyone who has something coming gets it, in spades, along with a few people who don't deserve it but get it anyway. (I will leave it to you, dear reader, to decide who's who.) Jacob's blood-gouting bile-spraying intestine-hurling(-for-distance) descriptions never stray into the juvenile, as these things sometimes do. The characters are well-presented (aside from the niggle above), the pace is cranked, the anger is righteous, and the blood never stops flowing. What more could you possibly want from extreme horror? *** ½
5 of 6 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
This book messed with my mind.,
By Kitten With a Whip "kittenwithawhip" (The Hellmouth) - See all my reviews
This review is from: This Symbiotic Fascination (Mass Market Paperback)
That would be my one-sentence review, if I only had one sentence to sum it up. This book will probably mess with your mind, too.I actually probably wouldn't have picked this up if I hadn't gotten it from my book club- the title didn't do much for me. and neither did the cover art. I saw that Delirium Books made a comments about Charlee Jacob being the new hardcore queen of horror, I also flipped through and admired the prose, so I decided to give it a shot. Straight up-do NOT eat while you're reading this book. I'm not saying that lightly, or to try to be funny. The fact that Delirium (home of the annual Gross Out Contest for horror stories) made a comment should have clued me in. If I had to describe the book it a few words, I'd say it was disturbing, original, well written, and stomach churning. I was not prepared for this book. It was the literary equivalent of being kicked down a flight of stairs, finally landing on the cement, then having someone drop an anvil on me just as I was starting to get to my feet. Several anvils. The Breeze Horror is the other other book written by a woman that had a similar impact on me (Exquisite Corpse, by Poppy Z. Brite, would be the runner-up); it was so merciless, revolting and depressing that I had to put it down a few times because it got to be too much-- but I couldn't put it down for long, even though I knew what I was getting into every time I picked it up again, because I cared what happened next and needed to know. The story involves a lonely, unattractive woman in her thirties, Tawne, looking for anything to make her feel alive- especially wanting men to just once look at her and find her appealing. A serial killer--or a monster masquerading as one-- is terrorizing and mutilating women in the city she lives in. Meanwhile, a man named Arcan --or maybe not a man at all--who is responsible for doing the same is trying to hold himself together long enough to... to...uh...OK, I give up, just read the back cover for the plot description, I can't do it. It would take up too much room, anyway. I'm not sure if I was supposed to care for the main male character, but I stopped once I realized how completely he hated women- just not a lot of sympathy, but not hatred, since the guy is so utterly wretched and haunted. The other male characters range from sleazeballs to literal monsters. There was maybe one male character who wasn't a complete bastard, but he wasn't around long. There are some very strong female characters, especially those who survived Arcan's vicious, nasty, brutal attacks (what he does to these women make the ugliest scenes in American Psycho seem tame). They were the ones I really ended up caring about- they've pulled themselves together enough to form a support group, and finally fight back. In one of the few scenes that wasn't completely depressing, a gang of scummy sexual predators makes the mistake of harassing them, and get the living *&^% beat out of them ("Hey, we're goin' already! Jesus, don't kill us, okay?" one of them begs by the end). TSF isn't perfect; characters take time to be introduced to only to vanish later, and at least one seems to come out of nowhere; I was flipping back to see if I'd missed anything. A couple plot threads don't go anywhere, but they were still fascinatingly well written. Sometimes the narrative kind of goes all over the place; maybe that's the effect the author wanted, however. Though the book is unrelentingly graphic, enough is still left to your imagination or unexplained to give you chills. This book is thoroughly original and unique. You won't forget some of the images in TSF for a long, long time. I actually had to SKIP certain passages because I was so horrified and/or revolted, and I never went back and read them, which only happens with me for about 1% of the books I read. If I ever meet anyone who says truthfully that nothing in the book made them cringe (I don't think such a reader exists, at least I hope not) I will run as far away from them as fast as possible. If you're tired of the same old themes, and want to read something different and haunting -and if you have a very strong stomach- definitely give this book a shot. It deserves it. Just don't say I didn't warn you when it gives you nightmares.
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