The book (using the term sparingly) is set in a rural upstate New York town called The Kill. Ironically, this is the same town featured in Ryan's first novel, the equally deadpan Hall of Shame-winner cleverly titled The Kill. A blizzard of epic proportions is hitting the town and most of the residents decide to seek shelter in the Centennial Hotel. The Kill haven't had a train in town for decades and the railroad station and tracks are abandoned now. But, a train of carnival clowns has just rolled up to create mayhem for The Kill.
Anyone with any sense of storytelling talent can easily make this book work. It seems so simple. The town is sheltered in the Centennial Hotel. The carnival clowns show up and hunt the residents in the hotel's hallways and rooms. It would have been a wonderful survival horror novel with a handful of characters fighting the clowns while trapped in a blizzard. Would have. Could have. Should have. But, Alan Ryan doesn't do any of that. No, he completely circumvents this entire plot device to focus on day to day activities of the residents. Each chapter is the time of the day. For example, the chapter is 8:42 A.M. and a character that has no impact on the book's resolution or plot is making coffee and eating breakfast. That's it! Then the next time, a few minutes later, will be another character walking to the mailbox or tying their shoe. Nothing happens in the book until the last couple of pages – as senseless as they are.
I could make a half-hour video on how bad this book really is. I'm close to a comparison with Roadblaster, Swampmaster, or TNT as the epitome of negativity when it comes to vintage paperback fiction. Dead White is darn close to being one of the worst published books ever written. But, I'm propping it a few notches above the above-mentioned titles simply because the book would have worked in the hands of an actual author and an editor that didn't call in sick the week this pile of wood shavings somehow assembled into this disasterpiece of fiction. Alan Ryan – fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice shame on you again. Damnit. Hall of Shame. Absolutely. If you want to purchase this drivel do it HERE so I can at least make a few cents off this hackjob.
I agree with your assessment. I read this back in the 80's when it came out after I think I saw it advertised in Cemetery Dance. What a stinker! Definitely the worst "horror" novel I read during that period.
ReplyDeleteI am glad we agree. It was really quite awful.
DeleteI've read this book twice, because I liked the plotline and cover art and description on the back so much that I wanted it to be THAT book. I read it once and hated it... but then re-read it a few decades later, hoping I'd just given it a "bad read" the first time and might like it better the second when my expectations were different and I was more matured. NOPE! It wasn't me, it was the book. Nothing happens in it but a clown putting his hands on someone's face at one point. That's about all. And it's a shame, because it wastes a really good, creepy idea. I don't even mind "quiet horror" -- even if it was going for "subtle" I'd have played along with it, I was trying to give this thing every possible chance to be good. But it really isn't. I don't see how anyone could screw up such a good idea as badly as Alan Ryan did. I almost want to just steal the back cover description and write my own version of THAT book... but, I have enough ideas of my own.
ReplyDeleteI applaud your fortitude to try the book a second time. That took courage :) I can’t believe any published novel could be this bad. Boggles the mind.
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