Making my way through "Books of Blood: Volume 3" and I'm feeling thoroughly grossed out. First there's "The Celluloid Son" and then "Rawhead Rex". They're gripping tales but I'm finding them just too repugnant and visceral.
It's been a
loooooong time on this one (I read the books -- all six -- just after the last was released) but, as I recall, this was one of the weakest of the collections as a whole... but I will say that I remember "Human Remains" very favorably -- largely, I think, because Barker manages to blend the horror aspects with a great deal of pathos in that one, and I find those are often the tales of his which stick with me most, and touch me the most deeply.
Mind you, I'm not a big fan of Barker. I've nothing particularly against him; I just don't think he's all that good, generally speaking. He can indeed "grip", but I find too much of his work shallow; it doesn't "stick", in that it doesn't have much depth, substance, or repeatability. By that last, I mean it depends far too much on the "in-your-face" shock value rather than good, solid storytelling of a sort where you can go back time and again and find new, richer levels to the tale with each visit. (Again, this is a generalization. There are most definitely exceptions, even in this early work --
The Damnation Game, to me, being high on that list, even if it does remind me strongly at times of
Melmoth the Wanderer.)
But, to give him his due, when he's good, he can be very, very good; and those tales most definitely deserve a hearing, especially from readers who are more thoughtful and looking for something other than having viscera thrown at them. Barker is too prone to that, I fear; but when he settles down to actually telling a story with substance, he can do a fine job, and there is at least one such in the third of the
Books of Blood.