I Destroyed Your Life I Raped Your Wife I Am the Fucking Whargoul From the killing grounds of Stalingrad to the death camps of the holocaust. From torture chambers in Iraq to race riots in the United States, the Whargoul was there - killing and raping. It is a beast born in bullets and shrapnel, feeding off of pain, misery, and hard drugs. Cursed to wander the Earth without the hope of death, it is reborn again and again to spread the gospel of hate, abuse, and genocide. But what if it's not the only monster out there? What if there's something worse? From Dave Brockie, the twisted genius behind GWAR, comes a novel about the darkest days of the twentieth century. The modern world is dying and Brockie is here to put a bullet between its eyes and violate the corpse. This is all-out fucking war!
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16 of 19 people found the following review helpful
By Bob Chaplin
Format:Paperback
"Whargoul" is the story of a creature (known as Whargoul) who literally lives off of the horror and pain that war causes (and heroin). The book is a record of its crimes and victories. The reader follows this things from war to war through past hundred years while it tries to find a purpose and its creators. We travel with it through Nazi Germany, Stalinist Russia, Saddam's Iraq, and (my "favorite" war in the book) the Race War in the United States that starts during the Super Bowl.
You can tell Dave Brockie put a lot of work into this story. The book is really well written. As it jumps from war to war, nonlinearly, it never becomes confusing and stays engaging until the very end. The main monster is compelling in that you will fear it but still want to have a beer with it.
I wasn't quite sure what to expect from a novel written by a man most famous for spraying people with fake blood and pus, but I'm happy to say I loved it. The book went back and forth from disturbing me with war crime depictions to making me laugh out loud at Evil Dead 2-like moments of splatter. As with everything published by Deadite Press, you should be warned that this novel is extremely violent, offensive, and sick. In other words, I loved it.
You can tell Dave Brockie put a lot of work into this story. The book is really well written. As it jumps from war to war, nonlinearly, it never becomes confusing and stays engaging until the very end. The main monster is compelling in that you will fear it but still want to have a beer with it.
I wasn't quite sure what to expect from a novel written by a man most famous for spraying people with fake blood and pus, but I'm happy to say I loved it. The book went back and forth from disturbing me with war crime depictions to making me laugh out loud at Evil Dead 2-like moments of splatter. As with everything published by Deadite Press, you should be warned that this novel is extremely violent, offensive, and sick. In other words, I loved it.
10 of 11 people found the following review helpful
Format:Paperback
'Whargoul', the first novel by Dave Brockie (best known as Oderus Urungus, the lead singer and mastermind behind the outrageous metal band GWAR), is a gore-filled, horrifying (and quite often hilariously funny) trip through wars fought between (and including) WWII to now from the point of view of the Whargoul- a Demon of War that feeds of Death and carnage.
It's a long book, but so engaging you're instantly pulled in and aren't able to be let go until its over. The book drags you through atrocity after atrocity, forcing your face into the most extreme war scenes imaginable. Dave Brockie must see in blood. The pages drip with it- not to mention filling literature's Corpse Quotient for all time. No book ever needs to feature death or blood again, because Dave Brockie has you covered. This book does for novels what Superjail! and Metalocalypse does for adult cartoons- slaughters EVERYTHING in the most violent ways possible (or impossible, as is often the case).
On top of being the most violent, gory book ever written it's also hilariously funny in places, and filled with a weird vibe that breaks into some outright surrealism in places. The Lovecraft-inspired scene is without a doubt the most horrific Lovecraft pastiche I've read.
For people searching for that next gory book that delivers constant blood, guts and violence- look no further. Whargoul has everything you could ever want and more.
Highly recommended- if you think you can handle it.
It's a long book, but so engaging you're instantly pulled in and aren't able to be let go until its over. The book drags you through atrocity after atrocity, forcing your face into the most extreme war scenes imaginable. Dave Brockie must see in blood. The pages drip with it- not to mention filling literature's Corpse Quotient for all time. No book ever needs to feature death or blood again, because Dave Brockie has you covered. This book does for novels what Superjail! and Metalocalypse does for adult cartoons- slaughters EVERYTHING in the most violent ways possible (or impossible, as is often the case).
On top of being the most violent, gory book ever written it's also hilariously funny in places, and filled with a weird vibe that breaks into some outright surrealism in places. The Lovecraft-inspired scene is without a doubt the most horrific Lovecraft pastiche I've read.
For people searching for that next gory book that delivers constant blood, guts and violence- look no further. Whargoul has everything you could ever want and more.
Highly recommended- if you think you can handle it.
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful
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If Thomas Pynchon and Clive Barker decide to join forces and take a crack at writing a horror novel with a bizarro slant, the result would probably be something as poetic and eloquent as Whargoul, David Brockie's first novel. Brockie, the twisted mind behind cult band GWAR, decided to start his writing career with a bang and penned down an epic story of war, death, sex, blood, transmogrification, booze and a lot of violence. From the blood-soaked Battle of Stalingrad and the death camps of the holocaust to the more recent war in Iraq and even a fictional race war in New York City, Whargoul has been there, bringing death wherever he goes and feeding off the souls and brains of the those left in his wake.
The story is hard to condense because it sprawls across the history of mankind, lacks a conventional chronology of events and zigzags through times and places in no particular order. When Whargoul, a bloodthirsty narrator with a penchant for philosophizing about the nature of humanity, begins to tell a story, the reader might have an idea about where the narration is going, but memories often come and take the story forward, backward or sideways in a maelstrom of violence. If it all sounds a tad confusing, it's because it probably is.
The book shines because of two things: the narrator's insights and Brockie's prose. Whargoul is indestructible, but he can feel pain. As the story progresses, he learns to love, to cry and to understand his own nature. If you're in the mood for a challenge, try keeping up with the self-analyses of an immortal beast of war that constantly yearns for "the banshee song of the rocket, the sweet stink of rotting flesh wafting across the battlefield, and the grinding of the metal claw as it sought purchase in living meat" and yet is incapable of harming his dog. As for the prose, the fact that the book was able to keep my attention after the first 200 pages of battle descriptions and mutilation recounts is a testament of how entertaining Brockie's poetic prose can be.
Bizarro fans will get something out of the book based on the quality of the gore, the inventiveness of the monstrous transformations the narrator goes through and the few brilliant scenes where war is not raging and Whargoul is in a bar or a whorehouse in some city and talk about what's around him. Readers will also enjoy the fact that the narrator is a monster, a white man, a black man and a woman in the same book, all while retaining the same brutal characteristics and his passion for drugs, sex and violence.
Although there are many good things about Whargoul, there are a few things readers should know so that they won't come as a surprise. First, the book is considerably longer than the majority of titles that Deadite Press puts out. Weighting in at a hefty 235 pages, the book is not a light read and its combination of poetic prose and long descriptions might not be for everyone. For fans of war, weapons and gore, the book will be a treat; for those that expect more horror and might tire easily of the war setting, the book might get a tad old after the first 100 pages. Also, even Ernest Hemingway would've had a hard time keeping descriptions of war fresh after a dozen, which means that Brockie repeats himself a few times. That being said, two brilliant moments -- the first a critique of professional football and the second a short study of how New York City is basically a giant structure full of human feces -- make Whargoul a read worth checking out.
The story is hard to condense because it sprawls across the history of mankind, lacks a conventional chronology of events and zigzags through times and places in no particular order. When Whargoul, a bloodthirsty narrator with a penchant for philosophizing about the nature of humanity, begins to tell a story, the reader might have an idea about where the narration is going, but memories often come and take the story forward, backward or sideways in a maelstrom of violence. If it all sounds a tad confusing, it's because it probably is.
The book shines because of two things: the narrator's insights and Brockie's prose. Whargoul is indestructible, but he can feel pain. As the story progresses, he learns to love, to cry and to understand his own nature. If you're in the mood for a challenge, try keeping up with the self-analyses of an immortal beast of war that constantly yearns for "the banshee song of the rocket, the sweet stink of rotting flesh wafting across the battlefield, and the grinding of the metal claw as it sought purchase in living meat" and yet is incapable of harming his dog. As for the prose, the fact that the book was able to keep my attention after the first 200 pages of battle descriptions and mutilation recounts is a testament of how entertaining Brockie's poetic prose can be.
Bizarro fans will get something out of the book based on the quality of the gore, the inventiveness of the monstrous transformations the narrator goes through and the few brilliant scenes where war is not raging and Whargoul is in a bar or a whorehouse in some city and talk about what's around him. Readers will also enjoy the fact that the narrator is a monster, a white man, a black man and a woman in the same book, all while retaining the same brutal characteristics and his passion for drugs, sex and violence.
Although there are many good things about Whargoul, there are a few things readers should know so that they won't come as a surprise. First, the book is considerably longer than the majority of titles that Deadite Press puts out. Weighting in at a hefty 235 pages, the book is not a light read and its combination of poetic prose and long descriptions might not be for everyone. For fans of war, weapons and gore, the book will be a treat; for those that expect more horror and might tire easily of the war setting, the book might get a tad old after the first 100 pages. Also, even Ernest Hemingway would've had a hard time keeping descriptions of war fresh after a dozen, which means that Brockie repeats himself a few times. That being said, two brilliant moments -- the first a critique of professional football and the second a short study of how New York City is basically a giant structure full of human feces -- make Whargoul a read worth checking out.
Most Recent Customer Reviews
4.0 out of 5 stars
brutal
Brockie is an evil genius! If you love GWAR then this is a vacation in hell you'll want to take. Reval in the depravity.
Published 16 days ago by sgt-d
1.0 out of 5 stars
A rambling mess
What was even the point of this book? There is no story line, it jumps around back and forth in time merely to discribe random violence and nastiness, which isn't even interesting... Read more
Published 4 months ago by Gyub, Lord of the Pit
5.0 out of 5 stars
Out of his element, but it's still Dave Brokie
So Dave Brokie is not the smoothest of literary wizards. I knew that before going into this book. However, if you like GWAR (and nothing Dave Brokie does will ever be separated... Read more
Published 6 months ago by CKDelay
5.0 out of 5 stars
should of been published sooner
If you are not familiar with gwar, this at least lets you in the mind of dave brockie. He is very imaginative and intelligent and if he ever has the time outside of gwar, he should... Read more
Published 6 months ago by roger
5.0 out of 5 stars
Every GWAR fan must own
Dave Brockie is an immensely intelligent man who always has tons of interesting, informed and humorous things to say. Read more
Published 6 months ago by Alexander
4.0 out of 5 stars
A true testimony to the power of Jesus.
The main character, "Whargoul" heads straight for gore very much the same way a soldier's courage might drive him straight to the center of wartime conflict, such that this book... Read more
Published 9 months ago by Craig Nelson Hamilton
5.0 out of 5 stars
so good
Received book this morn, already half way done. Brockie is as amazing writer as well as musician. Like GWAR? GET THIS BOOK!
Published 14 months ago by bonnie
1.0 out of 5 stars
Wish I liked it like everyone else.....
But I found it to be a disjointed mess, lacking in story and character development. Love GWAR, and suggest that he doesn't quit his day job. Read more
Published 20 months ago by Gwert
5.0 out of 5 stars
THE HORROR! THE HORROR!
The absolute orgy of violence and gore that is WHARGOUL could only come from the man behind the genius of Gwar. What is Whargoul? It's hard to say. Read more
Published 21 months ago by Tusitala
5.0 out of 5 stars
Splatter with Social Comentary: An Odd But Tasty Mix!
It is sufficient to say that I have almost never heard of GWAR.I can remember being a kid and watching Talk Soup on E! Read more
Published 21 months ago by Steven R. Shroyer
