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Broken
Spines and other Pulp Oddities |
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| The
first I ever heard of Jeff Lindsay's
Dexter Morgan was during a preview
for the new Showtime
Series.
The
idea was intriguing, to say the
least: a serial-killer with a
conscience. Interesting. Kind of a
contemporary Dirty Harry for
the new millennium/forensics
generation. Intriguing, yes, but I
honestly gave it about a snowball's
chance in hell to actually work.
Turns out that snowball was made of
some pretty stern stuff... |
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| Outlaw biker Hell
Tanner is offered a full pardon if
he'll drive the lead rig carrying
the precious Haffikine anti-serum
clear across the nuclear-scarred wasteland
of America. With escape lingering in
his mind, he agrees. And with the
clock ticking down, the expedition
embarks into a vicious
storm, but Hell knows there's a
lot more to worry about than just
the weather when crossing Damnation
Alley... |
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This is a bad one, kids. Seriously. It's gut check time. Now
I've been on this Earth for 34 years now and I've never --
ever, read a book from cover to cover in one sitting. I have
now. I couldn't put this damn thing down. It's the scariest,
bleakest and most disturbing thing I've ever read. |
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| The biggest
obstacle the book has is that it's hamstrung by the
notoriety of its source film. Sure characters abruptly die
with little or no warning; but these deaths lack any real
shock value because we’re expecting it. With each turn of the page you
anticipate the ironic twist -- like the proverbial other
shoe, waiting to drop like a twenty-ton anvil, and aren't
disappointed. |
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Harry Turtledove is considered by some to be the master of
alternative fiction. That is science fiction based on past
events, but with a few changes -- here and there, the world
becomes a completely different place. Here he postulates on
what would happen if belligerent alien lizards invaded
during World War II. |
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| Three
paranormal investigators seek to prove the existence of life
after death at the "Mount Everest of haunted houses."
A dark and foreboding place of dubious and murderous
reputation, it's owner and architect was a raging mad man
known to partake in "drug addiction, alcoholism,
sadism, bestiality, mutilations, murder, vampirism,
necrophilia, cannibalism" and other unspeakable things
in the house that now bears his name. |
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| Since World War II ended
with the defeat of the Allies by the Axis in 1947, America
has been conquered nation. The Japanese control the west and
the Germans hold the east. After
Capitulation Day there was talk of rallying and fighting to
retake America, but fifteen
years later the revolution still hasn't come. Until now. |
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| A
blizzard of mythic proportions has socked the planet,
sending a teetering civilization into chaos. Tales of mass
hallucinations of large women riding giant steeds,
thundering across the sky, singing ear-splitting songs loud
enough to raise the dead. Are these the first sign of the
Ragnarok -- the twilight of the Asgardian gods, Teutonic
Armageddon, and the end of the world as we know it? |
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| Are
you an Old School Battlestar
Galactica fan like I am? Ever
wonder where the Cylons came from? Don't know the difference
between a Boray and a Ovion? Want to know more about CORA:
the Colonial Viper's navigational system? It's all here.
Seriously. Heck you can even find out how they Force Nitron
Field-Farm on the Agro ships with all the excess felgercarb
lying around because in space, no one can hear you flush. |
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| I've
always loved weird movies and read a lot of guides and
magazines about them and other strange films. But it wasn't
until after I read this book that I became truly fascinated
with the carnal knowledge of movies: behind the scenes
scuttlebutt, gonzo directors, idiosyncratic stars with
hidden agendas that makes the production almost as
interesting as the finished films. Honestly, this book
is the true inspiration for this website. |
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| Any
horror movie fan worth their stones needs this exhaustive
volume of genre pictures. Covering it all from the silent
era to the present, what sets this book apart from other
compendiums is it's extensive coverage of films from outside
the United States. Japanese ghost stories, German
impressionists, British chillers, Mexican monstrosities and
Italian gore are all treated with an even hand. |
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| Chock
full of great stories on the insanity that was filmmaking
under the old American International Pictures banner, Arkoff
is frank with this memoir and makes no bones. He was making
crap, he was well aware it was crap, but as long as it was
profitable crap and kept the business going, then that crap
was good enough for him. |
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| Johnson
is very frank when talking about his experiences on the
Island, yet he doesn't appear to be bitter from being typecast
for all eternity. Covering
the show from its inception, to the made for TV movies, to
eternal syndication, to merchandising, to the Gilligan's
Island
phenomenon, he also answers the question that has plagued
mankind for all eternity: Ginger or Mary Ann? |
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| Author
Kirkman
swears his main goal is not to scare people and his version
of the zombie-apocalypse is more soap opera than horror movie. It
is the human element -- not the zombie element,
that makes this
thing work so well. They're here, they're dead, get used to it --
and try not to get eaten while you're at it. |
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| We
all know the world went a little crazy for that galaxy far,
far away back in '77 -- and we were all clamoring for more.
Marvel Comics answered that call for almost a decade and some
107 issues. Some were good. Some were bad. Some were --
well, some need to be read to be believed because if I told
you the plots, you'd think I'd been licking hallucinogenic
juices off the back of a dead Mynock. |
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| Homicide
Detective Christian Walker is having another bad day. Not
only do all the crackpots ask for him personally, but he
also has to break in a new hot-headed partner. His bad day
gets even worse when word comes that the city's most
celebrated citizen has been murdered, and he's drawn the
case. And did I mention all these crackpots have super
powers? And the homicide victim is the city's champion --
the allegedly invulnerable Retro Girl? |
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