• Crap Ghosts by Gavin Inglis


    The title Crap Ghosts amuses me no end. In a way the complete output of the Living Channel could fit the description Crap Ghosts, as could the majority of recent ghost stories, when stripped of their humour and other contemporary padding. There is a philosophical difference between a crap ghost and a proper ghost, and it is all in the telling. A crap ghost is not a crap ghost story; it’s just that in our spiritless times, all ghosts are to an extent crap, unfashionable as they are. Crap Ghosts is first and foremost the title of a Gavin Inglis book that I bought a long time ago, and have just pullled out to read again.  I'm glad I did.

  • Sex and Satanism by Brad Steiger

    Despite the promise of a truly epic title Sex and Satanism by Brad Steiger didn’t turn out to be very good, but at least he (or his publisher) sell a damn good book.

    Fortunately the book is slight, and you’ll start skimming immediately. Delving into the Inquisition’s sexual tortures and the Beautiful Heretics and Sadistic Satanists out there, Brad Steiger's arguments if there are any are lost in anticipation of horrors that do not come, despite constant promises. 

    Still, one can’t knock Brad Steiger and this is a man who claims to have written his first book when he was seven years old, and has published 162 books with over 17 million copies in print, including the biography of Rudolf Valentino, later made into a feature film by British director Ken Russell.

  • The Curse of Loch Ness by Peter Tremayne

    I have to admit that I am up for pretty much anything when it comes to Loch Ness and the Loch Ness monster.

    It’s a fascination that began early and having spent so much time as a young person on those hallowed shores, generally around the area of Dores, I’ve never given up an interest in the mythical beast, although I can’t say I’ve ever been a believer, even when young.

  • The Keep by F. Paul Wilson

    A massive novel and an Epic Volume, The Keep by F. Paul Wilson starts strong and gets better and better. The book has corpses, castles, Nazis, medieval evil and terror hardened villagers and soldiers.  There are mysterious messages written in blood, an unknown evil wreaking havoc, and an ancient sorceror from the 'First Age' of humans.

    There's something satisfying about Nazis getting it in the neck.  It's not hard to pinpoint, and the physical and psionic assaults on the hapless German soldiers stasy satisfying til the end.