I especially love horror in short story form, so I was delighted to find a new collection - and thrilled to find it so gratifying. The paperback version of the book, released after the movie, went on to sell more than two-and-a-half million copies. Many of the stories in this book were very fun to read, all of them being fairly enjoyable in their own sense. A good number of the stories rely too heavily on Reagan/Bush-era shock factor, which is horribly dated and uninteresting in 2018.

I can think of positively no reason for any collection to have twenty-four introductions written by one person. Horror is the only medium that regularly succeeds in relating the momunmental strangness of the world in an accessible, cathartic manner.It's a fascinating look at horror, how it's changed over the years due to society, and why we're so entranced by horror novels/movies. You can change your choices at any time by visiting Cookie preferences, as described in the Cookie notice. Granted, “Rant” has lost some of its luster of the years, probably because I’ve seen it reprinted in at least three other volumes (including the lackluster “Splatterpunks II”, which in terms of sequels, goes over about as well as Gremlins 2). Among those I found to be particularly unreadable: "The Domino Man," "Salvation," and most of all, "Rant" by Nancy A. I hunkered down in the uncomfortable confines of the stairwell in my usual train-car to distance myself from the bustling cretins of the world and whipped the relic known as ‘Midnight Graffiti’ out.

After graduating with a Bachelor's degree in English from the University of Maine at Orono in 1970, he became a teacher. I highly recommend this book especially for people like myself who just got into reading and wanted to find some different authors, this is a quick way to get a snapshot of their various writing styles and genre. Michael Straczynski's "Say Hello, Mister Quigley" is simultaneously disturbing and heartwarming; Joe Lansdale's "Bob the Dinosaur Goes to Disneyland" is a fun and clever satire, though not at all horror; "Blue on One End, Yellow on the Other" by K.

I don't think that the Anthology Experiment went over too well; back to reading something slightly more worthwhile, maybe some letters to the editor from back-issues of Club, if I can manage to pry the pages apart somehow. All text (except quotes) is the property of Will Errickson and should not be reproduced in whole or in part without permission from the author. I recollected how I’d spend my idle time (not building beeramids, not laying the wood to some skank) by ignoring the whims of my folks and sitting back smugly contented that I was reading ‘Midnight Graffiti’ while all those other chumps were busy actually reading garbage assigned to them by some nimrod or another. And then… there were the other stories… which delved into insane issues, off-kilter writing styles, violent twisted viewpoints, and drugged deranged plots that made me feel uncomfortable… which, even though they were not my cup of tea, I still highly admired because I love reading and seeing things from different perspectives than my own.

Here it was, tangible proof that not only do I kick ass, but have been kicking ass since back in ‘the day’. That said, I think it is important to bear in mind that some people can find stories that are designed to be pleasant, unpleasant. Several were interesting in portraying the point of view of part of society: Rainy Season, Say Hello Mister Quigley, Emerald City Blues, Rant. The rest of the stories in the book I didn't finish because either there was too much violence or I had no clue what went on and had to stop reading (something that I almost never do). I would prefer to be almost entirely unaware of the editor's existence, and allow their selections to speak for themselves.NANCY COLLINS demystifies the messiah reborn, an avenging angel of the suburbs with a strange and savage appetite. Under the pseudonym Richard Bachman, King has written the books The Running Man, The Regulators, Thinner, The Long Walk, Roadwork, Rage, and It. I used to read a lot of anthologies, and since I ride the train daily, I figured maybe I should resume this habit, seeing as that 15-50-page stories are perfect for my rides to and from work, and for my crappy lunch break, where I have nothing better to do than sit on a cold metal bench, alone, smoking and reading (occasionally interrupted by shoving some food down my gullet). This might be the lowest point of the book, that two authors expected to deliver the big hits are poorly represented.

Come to think of it, there must have been a pretty good reason to quit reading anthologies in the first place, right? If you never had the chance to read it back in the day, this book collects some of the best stories to appear between its covers.Says the World’s Smallest Man”, which chronicles the disastrous love life of a little person following in the footsteps of the esteemed Herve Villachaize; and “Rant” by Nancy Collins, which I’ve always liked due to its complete intolerance, madness, and otherwise nonsensical nature.