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Kill Whitey Paperback – June 27, 2011
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“Keene is a virtuoso writer.” –Fangoria
“The enormity of Keene’s pulp horror imagination is both rare and wonderful.” –Publishers Weekly
“Brian Keene delivers yet another masterpiece”—Maximum Horrors on Conqueror Worms
“Keene’s name should be up there with King, Koontz and Barker. He’s without a doubt one of the best horror writers ever.” –The Horror Review
“Brian King is the next Stephen King.” —The Horror Review on The Rising
Top Customer Reviews
Getting back to why the book is different than you might think, the events that unfold aren't quite what you would expect. I don't want to ruin it for you but the usual cliches are not followed. Plus Whitey has more depth to him than you would think. Some of the characters are a bit flat (my only complaint) but the action and pacing of the story are so quick that you barely notice. It's no wonder why Keene dedicated the book to Tom Piccirilli; it very easily falls into the same type of book that Piccirilli would write. If you like either of the authors, give the other a try. You won't be sorry.
This one was a fast read, chugged back faster then a six pack on a hot day. Fast, easy and bubbly with frothy blood.
I don't want to ruin this story by getting into it to deeply, but basically... a group of friends who frequent a strip club, one character falls in love with the sight of a stripper, who is "owned" by a Russian gangster named Whitey. She escapes with his help and no matter what they throw at this Whitey fellow, well, he just won't stay down.
A great fun, horror novel! Full of gore, violence and human struggles to overcome the evils they release.
My only qualm..."True that" is said a few times by one character and I wanted to strangle him every time he said that at critically moments in the story. Lucky for me he is brutally dispatched.
A group of friends that all work the late shift and do what's expected to be done late at night after work. Strip clubs and beer. Except one of them falls for a stripper, from a club owned by mobsters. A little supernatural occurrences and chases later it's a tale for the ages.
Keene has the chops to tackle weightier themes, like the bonds of father/son love in his breakout debut, The Rising, or the desperation of a terminally ill man in Terminal (Keene nails the concept of "breaking bad" years before the popular AMC show coined the phrase).
But Brian Keene's Kill Whitey is a straight up grindhouse funfest that would make Russ Meyer or Quentin Tarantino proud. Don't let the race-baiting title fool you: Whitey is a Russian mobster who may just be an immortal version of Rasputin the Mad Monk! Either way, the guy is harder to kill than Michael Myers. Toss in a sexy Russian stripper, and the obligatory "buddies-who-must-die," and you've got Keene rolling full throttle, and the thrills, chills and suspense build to a satisfactory, if implausible, climax.
Kill Whitey won't win any awards for originality, or literary achievement, or...well, anything really. But it's a fun, fast ride that will leave you both queasy and exhilarated.