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Post by dem on Jun 19, 2014 11:20:53 GMT
More Leisure treasure. This one has one of those fold out sleeves, so you get to see the groovy skull underneath. There really ought to be a Paperback Fanatic special issue. Ehren M. Ehly - Totem (Leisure, fEB. 1989) Blurb: A golden hawk fell from the sky, ushering in a storm of terror as the sleeping dead began to stir beneath the earth. Deaf to the hawk's strangled cry of warning, the workmen continued to uncover the ancient evil that lay within the Indian burial ground, unwittingly unleashing an unholy force on an unsuspecting world. They had angered the Ancient one, and his appetite for revenge could only be satisfied with the souls of those who had awakened him from his eternal rest. Only one woman could stop him, one woman rich in the knowledge of the old ways, one woman prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice at the bloodied base of the TOTEM. |
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Post by pateris on Aug 8, 2016 17:41:52 GMT
…I do understand, I had the pleasure to translate "Vampire$" in french, which was much harder than I would have thought. His "easy" style proved to be deceptive ! I have fond memories, if very distant, of M. Garton's early works. Maybe I should dig 'em out of my archives and see if time has been good to them ! (Edit : this was an answer to the post about "Live Girls", sorry !)
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Post by dem on Aug 9, 2016 9:00:14 GMT
…I do understand, I had the pleasure to translate "Vampire$" in french, which was much harder than I would have thought. His "easy" style proved to be deceptive ! I have fond memories, if very distant, of M. Garton's early works. Maybe I should dig 'em out of my archives and see if time has been good to them ! (Edit : this was an answer to the post about "Live Girls", sorry !) I'm very impressed! How long did the translation take you? I would imagine it was a very challenging project. If you do get around to a rematch with Live Girls, please let us know how you get along with it. Thank you for registering, welcome to the culture morgue and I hope you enjoy your time with us. |
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Post by dem on Aug 30, 2017 14:39:52 GMT
Not sure why I'm even mentioning this while still on the lookout for a copy (I'm learning), but this sounds like Film crews in peril/ Leisure Books platignum. "Worst Haunted House novel. There were a lot of contenders for this, but for silliness and obvious pandering to Hollywood's version of horror, Satan’s Manor by Mark Andrews (Leisure, 1977) wins hands down. A movie crew intent on making a haunted house film rents a mansion with an unsavory reputation, as well as demons, voodoo rites, werewolves, and the odd ghost or three." - Don D'Amassa, The Worst Horror Novels Of All Time: An Overview Of The Odoriferous, ( Scream Factory #10, Autumn, 1992) And an update: Jeffrey Goddin's Blood Of The Wolf we've met. Other Leisure werewolf horrors include. Jay Callahan - Night Of The Wolf (1979/ 1985) David Robbins - The Wereling (1983) Richard Forsythe - Fangs (1985) Steve Vance - Shapes (1991) D. M. Wind - The Others (1993) |
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Post by dem on Oct 4, 2017 18:46:47 GMT
Mark Andrews - Satan's Manor (Leisure, 1977) Blurb: DEVIL IN THE FLESH
Generations before it had been one of the most elegant mansions in Georgia. Now it stood dark and decaying, possessed by a satanic presence that defied anyone to disturb its brooding solitude. Then the Hollywood movie company arrived there to make a horror picture, never knowing that the real horror they were about to encounter was far greater than anything in the script.200 pages in (80 to go) and, while Satan's Manor has one very obvious flaw - the author's insistence of describing the most mundane events in minute detail - no way does it qualify as one of the thirty-or-so "worst" supernatural novels. The gist is that Miriam Parker has landed female lead in Worldwide International Pictures' Satan's Manor (previous WIP hits include Invasion Of The Filth People and The Egg Plant That Ate Chicago. Problem is, it's being shot on location at the haunted house of the same name where something mildly terrible happened a century ago. Ever since she watched The Exorcist, Miriam has fretted that she's demoniacally possessed because her friends' eyes have a habit of glowing fiery red whenever something nasty is about to happen, and her days and nights are haunted by a dog-faced man. Perhaps it's payback for that night she performed naked in a sleazy bar? Whatever is going on, fellow cast and crew seem oblivious - or maybe they're all in on the conspiracy? A week in and they've still to begin filming - director Sam Prentiss, who has been silently creeping into Miriam's room at night, giving her a very rough seeing to and creeping out again - will only blame nebulous "delays." Nor has she been introduced to the property owner and film financier, Orson Khan, who lives on the West Wing, entirely out of bounds to all comers. Khan it was who wrote the infamous book based on events at Satan's Manor.
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Post by helrunar on Oct 5, 2017 4:19:16 GMT
Those who entered the mouldering pages of the tacky old paperback risked an encounter with truly horrible writing almost too vile to contemplate...
Another masterpiece brought to you by Leisure!
cheers, H.
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Post by dem on Oct 5, 2017 14:47:01 GMT
It's an odd one for sure. The Dog-faced Man has now been revealed as Orcus, Miriam's imaginary friend from childhood, who demoniacally possessed her favourite toy, Uncle Charlie, a puppet with a huge appendage (!). None of which explains why, come chapter 19, Satan's Manor inexplicably morphed into a werewolf novel.
Fear not. Producer Sam Prentiss (Business card: Worldwide International Pictures, 666 Dumont Avenue, Hollywood, CA) has promised to reveal all, so things should be a little clearer from now on ....
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Post by dem on Oct 6, 2017 9:37:23 GMT
.... and they were .... sort of. Following Sam Prentiss's revelations, the novel settles into a To The Devil - A Daughter groove. Filming gets under way - a Black Mass - and Miriam is duped into a pact with Lucifer thinking it's all just part of the script. Father Joyce and his Satanbusters invade the set, scattering cast and crew, several who perish in the stampede to escape God's judgement. Roxanne's head performs a 360 degrees spin; Orcus is revealed as Peter Stubb (sic), the Werewolf of Bedberg; typos abound; and so on, and so on. What ultimately lets the novel down is the glaring lack of proof-reader.
I'm not even sure Satan's Manor really qualifies as a 'Haunted House' novel as the poltergeist angle is ditched once the International Satanic conspiracy takes centre stage. Mostly it reads like a patchwork of highlights from the author's favourite 'seventies horror movies.
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