Craig Herbertson -The Heaven Maker & Other Gruesome Tales

[dem]

Nov 16, 2012 20:17:49 GMT Craig Herbertson said:

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Thought I recognised the name. They're the guys who publish Danny Hogan's The Windowlicker Maker & Co. Milan used to stock their books - i think they were based in Brighton at the time. Here's the website for non-facebookers. Pulp Books

Truly pleased it went well for you. Am still being unbearably nice to mrs. dem so it's only a matter of time before she cracks.

[Calenture]

For those who might not know (!), Craig Herbertson is one of those writers who once had work published in an obscure series of horror anthologies from Pan, now sadly gone and remembered only by collectors of cult fiction. With their original source of reading material gone, readers have resorted to similar publications from Charles Black and Johnny Mains, both admirable editors who have continued the tradition of those original Pans. And now, from Parallel Universe Publications, a publishing house owned by another of those original Pan authors, comes Craig Herbertson’s new collection The Heaven Maker and Other Gruesome Tales.

In his foreword, Craig writes “Horror is best sustained in quick bursts; it’s exciting but also tactile, visceral, disgusting, often amusing, mostly horrible and sometimes nauseating.”

Craig has claimed to be seeking treatment, but so far his condition has baffled specialists.

The first stories in this collection might go some way to explaining how Craig became what he is today. New Teacher, he writes, is “based largely on my experiences of school in the 1970’s. Not so much a horror story but a grim depiction of the times.” This one introduces a ghastly group of teachers gathered in the smokers’ staff room, just around the corner from Room Three where, as luck would have it, new teacher Mr Nugent is attempting to teach music to a Year 1 class. The teachers are discussing the likelihood of Nugent lasting the term, when Miss Hawthorne arrives to question the ghastly din emanating from the room, and who exactly is taking the class while Nugent is sick? This story’s gruesome ending will gladden the hearts of any victims of political correctness who long for a return to simpler times.

Synchronicity is another story of Bellport High, set at a reunion at a restaurant which raises inevitable but better-forgotten memories and stories, mainly of sadistic bullying and generally thuggish behaviour which anywhere other than in an English school would have had the miscreants packed off to an asylum in a straightjacket. Two of the worst offenders, former maths teacher Weasel and orphaned student Gray “shared a table with us like camp commandants partying with their prisoners.”

Peters raises the subject of synchronicity. Time has healed most old wounds, with the notable exception of Mulholland’s eye, lost as a result of one of Grey’s nasty tricks. And possibly the evening might have passed into the murk of history if the tortured and humiliated Angel had not been present and had not provided his unforgettable illustration of synchronicity. This story received an honourable mention in Ellen Datlow’s Best Horror of the Year.

The torture of small boys with canes and leather belts is not unusual at Bellport High, but in The Art of Confiscation English teacher MacVicars, a man of considerable intellect, prefers to express himself more subtly; his chosen forms of torment are intended to warp a victim’s mind rather than his body. When he collides with Farantino the boy drops the book he’s carrying, whose lurid cover reveals it as the third volume from a well-known series of horror anthologies, an object of MacVicars’ contempt. But when MacVicars decides to make a target of the thoroughly evil boy genius that is Farantino, he finds he’s biting off more than he can chew. So far this is my favourite of the Bellport High stories.

Farantino turns up a second time in Soup. By this time his genius has expressed itself through entrepreneurship combined with criminal enterprise which has built a financial empire worth millions, while a delight in culinary arts has gained him a worldwide reputation as a chef - with a particular fondness for soup. When a group of masters and former students from Bellport High is invited to Farantino’s chateau home, they are given a tour which includes the dank subterranean chambers still furnished with ghastly instruments of torture.

“Look carefully on that instrument. Imagine the broken shambles of a human being strapped upon that wheel, writhing in the splintered chamber of its own bones; a huge rag doll, screaming, slimed with blood and gore. And there, the cauldrons with which the Percano cook their victims – a process lasting three days, three days of excruciating agony.”

Described by Demonik as “Quite possibly the most beautifully written example of cannibal torture porn I’ve ever read.” This one’s straight from the original Pan mother-lode.

More to come...

Parallel Universe Publications

[cauldronbrewer]

Dec 19, 2012 15:17:25 GMT Calenture said:

The torture of small boys with canes and leather belts is not unusual at Bellport High, but in The Art of Confiscation English teacher MacVicars, a man of considerable intellect, prefers to express himself more subtly; his chosen forms of torment are intended to warp a victim’s mind rather than his body. When he collides with Farantino the boy drops the book he’s carrying, whose lurid cover reveals it as the third volume from a well-known series of horror anthologies, an object of MacVicars’ contempt. But when MacVicars decides to make a target of the thoroughly evil boy genius that is Farantino, he finds he’s biting off more than he can chew.

So there's a pre-"Soup" Farantino story? Cool.

[Calenture]

Dec 19, 2012 16:11:28 GMT cauldronbrewer said:

So there's a pre-"Soup" Farantino story? Cool.

Farantino's definitely a character with more than one story to him. Brilliant, sick and twisted, he does seem one of the inevitable products of a cauldron of depravity like Bellport High. And of course it all explains so much about Craig.

I haven't yet really touched on any of my real favourites in this collection; and you won't have seen many of them before. Time to dive off to work, damn, etc. Back with more soon.

[Calenture]

The Janus Door

“…I am sure I saw through the ragged struts of my window a vision of blinding light from the doorway beyond.

“What I am less sure about is the figures: Strange, ethereal silhouettes like crucified saints crowding the door frame; tormented angels grasping outwards, begging me to enter.”

From the moment that the unnamed narrator first passes through the door into his new flat it is clear that this is no ordinary residence. The previous tenant had some weird obsession with architecture, and evidence of this still clutters the spare room in the shape of scattered sheaves of papers and electrical components of obscure and strange device. Gates and doors, literal and abstract, were frequently the subject of the unknown researcher. Further research reveals that the apartment block was the work of an architect named Hosanna who had committed suicide when funding for her project was withdrawn before its completion. Doorways to other dimensions are not unusual in tales of imagination, and this story seems to come somewhere between The Dreams in the Witch House and Our Lady of Darkness for inspiration.

I was baffled to see that this story had no previous publication acknowledgement. I remember reading it in the Filthy Workshop and would have used it in FC, but I’d understood it was snapped up by another publication. I also remember feeling weirdly affected by the story - it's one of Craig's best - and hesitating to re-read it. I wasn’t sure how I’d react to it this time round. I shouldn’t have worried; it’s bloody brilliant.

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It is not always wise to cheat on one’s crippled wife when there is still the remotest chance that modern surgery might restore her to full health. And when she has the inherited resources of the Spanish Inquisition at her disposal with an outlook on life probably a little less sunny than that of Lucrezia Borgia - when this is the case a man should seriously consider faithfulness as an option.

Fortunately for us, Eduardo doesn’t, so when he wakes in The Waiting Game it’s to find himself bound to his lover Maria by a fine chain, which has been passed through his septum and then hers, with only a gauzy curtain separating them. The two are imprisoned in a deep cell beneath the chateau, which frankly resembles Poe’s torture chamber in The Pit and the Pendulum.

“Taste and smell had always been so important. Now they were utterly subordinate to sound. Audition had told him that he was propped in some kind of high chair and that the wind blew through hidden recesses below. From this single lonely sense, his fevered mind constructed a vast sprawl of underground chambers leading into hopeless oblivion.

“It had taken him almost an hour to mentally construct the immediate scene. A large cell. Eduardo and Maria propped up on two facing chairs. The chairs raised on platforms above a pit. A walkway to allow access. Some of this was assumption but the iron chain piercing his septum was an unavoidable reality.”

Their jailer is Eduardo’s wife, the cheated Catherine; and the revenge she has planned is as vicious as anything dreamed by Poe. First published in Johnny Mains' Back From The Dead: The Legacy Of The Pan Book Of Horror Stories

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Moving along, we get to a story which shows Craig at his meanest and funniest. Gertrude is a story of a schoolgirl who was a bit of a silly cow until the day she committed suicide in the Bellport High toilets, and then is reincarnated as a… cow. If I say this one is funny, I should add that you’ll best appreciate it if you have a very well-developed sense of black, sick and twisted humour (shouldn’t be a problem here then ).

Another fairly short one is Spanish Suite, concerning Paul Brown, a travelling rep for Cameron’s Sweets who’s been sent to tour the Continent with the intention of extending old man Cameron’s boiled sweet empire across Europe. “…it’s Spain that counts,” Cameron tells him. “And these Catalan’s can be very stiff. I’m absolutely depending on you to crack Spain.”

When Paul reaches Spain, he finds it a more difficult nut to crack than he’d expected. Breaking his journey at a small town one night, he gets chatting with a waiter. The waiter’s brother-in-law is the town’s mayor, whose health has been failing since his beautiful young wife had run away with a lover. Disgraced, the woman’s family have disowned her and now the waiter thinks she has probably joined the prostitutes who sell their bodies by the roadside. The two men separate after getting very drunk, but next day Paul receives a letter from his drinking companion which renders him almost ecstatic when he learns of the breakthrough that he needs. The letter also tells him he’ll have to wait for more details as the mayor has died in the night and his friend must attend the funeral tomorrow. It is on the road out of town, near the grave yard, that Paul encounters the girl. Ironic and ghoulish, the bright Spanish setting contrasts brilliantly with the horror here.

More coming, natch.

Parallel Universe Publications

[Calenture]

A Game of Billiards is another of Mulholland’s tales, this time a bit of a ripping yarn, but not one you ever found in Boys Annual, set in First World War India where the unpleasant Captain Petronius is cutting a ruthless path to the top, though possibly not in the field of indoor sports. This is a story of rivalry between Captain Boyd and the repellent Petronius, both of whom fall in love with the same woman. As you know, these things seldom work out happily.

Mulholland is not just a character grown out of the Bellport school stories but Craig’s narrator, his guide to the story, an earth to channel the source material. In Not Waving, Lotte reveals to Mulholland how she remembers her childhood holiday with a boy called Rin in a small French village in the perfect summer of 1973 in the house rented by her parents, Le Manoir, a rambling building perfect for children, cluttered with books (which her mother observes cynically were probably never read, being intended only for show) and the discovery of a case full of ‘real’ books, detective thrillers, which meet with her mother’s approval.

The top floor of the house is uninhabited, and there is of course one door which is locked, no key to be found. This is a strikingly mature story; at risk of sounding too fey, it’s bewitching, full of colour and light, and brilliantly told. It’s also quite horrible and will stay with you some time after reading.

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“Couldn’t he see the navigator was full of electronic maps? Who could be lost in a virtual universe?”

The Navigator poses the question: If life is a journey then can a car trip be analogous to Dermott and Jane’s marriage? As the countryside gets less and less familiar, the smug feminine voice of the GPS begins to grate on Dermott’s nerves, and he’s convinced he knows a better route. Why do they design these systems with female voices anyway? It’s just asking for trouble when a bloke’s behind the wheel.

But Anne doesn’t need a GPS as she cycles home after her massage session, in Steel Works. The massage has left her feeling relaxed but with senses heightened and all a-tingle. Her surroundings take on an almost hallucinatory quality. But why does the familiar site of the old steel works, belching smoke and shattering the night with flickering light, fill her with such disquiet? And why does she seem compelled to approach it? This brilliant little gem of a story poses more questions than it answers. Are we reading about a mind shattered by abuse or does something even more monstrous lie in wait for her? This one reminded me by turns of the writing of Thomas Ligotti and Robert Aickman and, days after reading, it remains disturbingly fresh in memory.

[Calenture]

The Heaven Maker first appeared in 1988 in The 29th Pan Book of Horror Stories. It’s now legend how Craig didn’t learn of the story’s publication for years because Editor Clarence Paget forgot to tell him, then in 1999 discovered the story on the internet.

When I finally got to read the story I approached it with caution, knowing the reputation the series had for going off the boil towards the end. But I knew Craig’s writing. His story Strange Fruit, borrowing the title of Billy Holiday’s song about race hatred in America’s Deep South to head a tale of warped genetic engineering, slavery, bigotry and child murder, had appeared in Filthy Creations 2, and I’d read his novel The Seventh Silence edited by Storm Constantine, about a school stranger by far than Bellport High – and in places nastier, too.

The Heaven Maker gets off to a start which is grim even by the standards of the Pan horrors. Morden is in a hospital ward being interviewed by a doctor. His daughter Cathy’s corpse lies in a nearby bed, kept in a simulation of life by machines, for the sake, Doctor Baptiste explains, of the unborn baby which is still living in her womb. His son-in-law John’s body is being brought up from the morgue for Morden to identify. John had attempted to rescue Cathy after the car crash had plunged her into an icy river, but both had been swept under, and John had been clinically dead for three hours before their bodies were recovered. Morden identifies the body of his son and is about to leave the ward when, quite shockingly, the corpse returns to life, sits up and begins to scream.

This of course is only the start of a story which is quite long but grips and compels the reader to the end.

The Anningley Sundial

As he turned from the door a rather peculiar thing happened. He had left the mezzotint face up on his deal table during the transaction. Perhaps it was simply a trick of the lights but it seemed for a second that something ran swiftly across its surface. Nobody is really fond of insects on their table and Mulholland was hardly an exception; but his impression when he reflected on it was that the thing he had seen was not after all an insect but something that bore an uncanny resemblance to a tiny shambling figure; a figure of disturbing appearance that one might observe in a series of frames in a creaky old silent film.

“M R James was always a favourite,” writes Craig, “and I sent Mulholland scurrying after him in 2011…” Now personally, I’ve quite a strong resistance to new stories told in the M R James style. I must stress that it’s a personal thing; sometimes for my own amusement as I read these stories I imagine bands of rioting football fans rampaging through all those cosy studies, throwing dusty bottles of port into glass-fronted bookcases and scattering glowing coals from the grate across priceless Turkish carpets, trashing, smashing and generally not being nice to everything that clutters up the story.

Um…
OK, I feel better now. The moment has passed. I haven’t done this sort of thing in a while now you understand.

Truth is, this sequel to The Mezzotint isn’t half bad. Every time I decided I was going to pan it, I found I was stumbling into another passage like this one:

“In the instant where the snow sprayed to left and right Norton’s moving hand gave an illusory movement to the carved surface of the podium. What he saw was a large Pholcus phalangioides, known by children the world over as the ‘daddy-long-legs spider’. As a child he had never been terribly frightened of this ungainly creature with its long fragile legs. As an adult he had become aware that this was the spider that ate other spiders. Not a pleasant thought; and in that second the grotesque thing had seemed to move. In the half shadow Mulholland leapt back and then almost in reaction, craned his head forward and saw how much he was mistaken.

“He saw before him, the surface of a sundial; the ‘spider’ merely the long radial lines and crabbed markings of the hours.”

The writing in this story is so exquisite at times that, even if it could have been a bit shorter, it leaves me with my personal prejudices in a bit of an awkward place. So what would you say?

Leave the writing to speak for itself, I guess.

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Leibnitz’s Last Puzzle

This story expertly combines the traditional smoking-room horror tale with a mind-bending mathematical puzzle, which, if solved, could unleash a demonic force. Norton and Lubeker are two university pals who invite scandal when they abandon their work – a ‘significant’ mathematical treatise – and take off into the Yorkshire Wolds on a camping trip. For a time they seem to have disappeared off the face of the Earth; but then Mulholland receives a letter from Norton inviting him to join them.

He finds Norton amid a collection of esoteric books on subjects ranging from maths to occultism; and there is a strange device made of mirrors whose purpose he can’t divine. He also sees a letter which could only have been written by the scholar and alchemist Leibnitz. This letter alone could establish the students’ reputations.

It turns out that the two have found a curious structure, apparently a Masonic temple, situated on the two sides of a ravine. And this is where Mulholland finds Lubeker, with what appears to be a bizarrely incomplete human corpse. Somehow Leibnitz has stumbled on an equation that opens a door into another dimension, and passing through it has rendered him an exploded thing, horribly incomplete. At least, that's the way it seems at first.

“You might have seen those anatomical drawings in the medical books or perhaps that dreadful body sculpture that was paraded around Europe. Try to imagine that. Add what you see under a very good microscope, an eclipse and lots of moving mayflies trapped in a glass. Laugh if you like, I can get no closer to an explanation of that dreadful thing.”

Working from Leibnitz’s letters, Lubeker has now become completely obsessed with solving the puzzle, even though solving it might lead to disaster.

I found it quite a demanding story. Herbertson’s piecing together of history with whole cloth is brilliant; I did exchange messages with him shortly after the story appeared in Charles Black’s 5th Black Book of Horror as I wasn’t sure how much was imagination, how much based on fact. Too much time has passed since then, and I suspect that that brief correspondence disappeared with the death of my last computer. Thinking of the dread effect Craig’s replies had on the working of my brain at the time, I think it’s probably better for all of us that they’re not resurrected.

The mood of the traditional smoking room story is perfectly judged here, and this is an excellent story. Ellen Datlow thought so too, and it made the honourable mentions.


Three more shorter ones…

The Glowing Goblins inhabit the cupboard under the stairs where young Colin is locked in by his parents as punishment. Slightly surreal and with a suggestion of a remembered childhood nightmare, this one appeared over twenty years ago in Nik Morton’s Auguries #16. Gifts appeared last year in the Big Vault Advent Calendar, so could be remembered by Vault members, though this was my first sight of it. Craig says that he took eight minutes to write this short piece about a sinister Santa and his worrying cargo of presents.

Big Cup, Wee Cup: Milne cannot understand why Mulholland has not attended the Graal symposium, “the single most important meeting in the last century of the Order.” What could be more important? He’s even more astonished when Mulholland says the sacred relic has been melted down, and what’s more, he seems quite happy about it! Craig writes of this one: “Sorry, I couldn’t resist this.” It definitely made me smile.

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Farantino does turn up one more time in this book but not in any active role as a guest at The Tasting, which gets my own vote as one of the best stories in the book. The Tasting is a revenge story which combines a love of the Highlands and Scotch whisky. In it, a select group is gathered at a party held by the wealthy Bannerman at his hotel north east of Fort William.

An old grudge once existed between two of the diners, Campbell and Macdonald. Years before, Macdonald had been engaged to the magnificent red-headed Jeanie Brown, who had jilted him to run off with the best man – and Macdonald’s best friend – Campbell, on the eve of the wedding. Friendship between the two men had changed overnight to almost murderous rivalry. A year later, Campbell had announced his forthcoming wedding to Jeanie, but once again the wedding had to be abandoned when it’s learned that Jeanie has wandered off into the snow and become lost. Campbell and Macdonald become reunited through their search for the missing bride, but Jeanie Brown’s body is never found.

Now, once a year, the two men meet and share a bottle of Macdonald’s own privately distilled whisky, a whisky believed to be of unsurpassed quality though never tasted by any others, in a toast to the memory of the fiery red-head.

This year, thirty years after Jeanie’s death, Macdonald announces that finally he is ready to reveal the location of his secret distillery. There is of course a catch. Those who want to see the distillery must climb the Craich Falls with him the next day, a climb which had almost resulted in Campbell’s death thirty years before.

This is a lengthy and sprawling story, with characters introduced to add colour along with apparently incidental detail of local hunting and climbing traditions, but as the story moves along it gathers momentum and continues to build suspense towards the end – which after a tense climbing sequence, is unpleasant enough to disappoint no-one.

The book is introduced by Award-winning children’s author Janis Mackay, who admits to once paying Craig thruppence (at the age of five) for a glimpse of him in his vest (or so Craig tells her), and possibly helped provide the genesis for the Bellport High school stories when they discussed teachers in later years.

www.janismackay.com/

The cover photo shows an acrylic, collage & mixed media sculpture by Brian Keeley BA (Hons), MA. Sure as hell looks like someone I know, anyway, and the first plasticene cover pic I’ve seen since…um...

I don't know if there's any connection with the gravatar at this link?
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Nice one Mr Herbertson.

Here's the link to Parallel Universe Publications

[dem]

Finally, FINALLY got my hands on a copy of this, Craig's début collection and the first hard-cover published by David & Linden Riley's relaunched Parallel Universe. Rog has already provided a blow-by-blow account above, but the more the merrier. The Bellport High shockers are Geoffrey Willans & Ronald Searle's Molesworth books gone to Hell, so an obvious place to start.

New Teacher: The demoralised staff at the seriously under-performing Bellport High includes an impressive quota of sadistic tawse fiends, perverts, paedophiles, chain-smokers and alkies, and when they hear an almighty ruckus coming from the new music teacher, Mr. Nugent's class, they are in no rush to investigate the riot. And then arch skiver Mr. Clark catches a headline in the local newspaper...... A neat touch of the Tales From The Crypt's about the ending ....

The Art Of Confiscation: "And you hope to edify your mind with this rubbish?" Even by Bellport High standards, Mr. MacVicars (Eng. Lit.) is a total bastard to the point where the staff fear him more than they do the kids. But star pupil Farantino is his equal in evil, and when MacVicars confiscates the youth's copy of The Third Pan Book of Horror Stories, he is asking for trouble.

Gertrude: As a schoolgirl, Gertrude was despised by her contemporaries as a ghoul, a vampire, a bitch, and, above all, a cow. Alas, Gertrude's reign of terror was cut short by a fatal drug overdose, and she has since been reincarnated as, appropriately enough, a cow on Farmer Brown's farm. Gertrude by far prefers this new, lazy life to the old. but then the recession hits ....

A Game of Billiards: A grudge match between the appalling Captain Petronius - who will never see front line duty in his career - and battle-hardened Captain Boyd, respected by the Sepoys as one of their own. Like a Boys Own adventure gone very, very wrong. As related by cycloptic Bellport old boy Daniel Mulholland, "anachronistic antiquarian, battler against evil, dastards and school bullies," who also finds time to catch the occasional football match.

Big Cup, Wee Cup: May 2012. As Hearts fans celebrate their 5-1 victory in the Scottish Cup final, a jubilant Mulholland reveals the fate of the San Graal. In truth, this three pager only qualifies as a horror story if you're a Hibs supporter, although Hearts are currently living through their own tale of misery.

[dem]

" .. the intention of a Horror story is to crush your desires, vanquish your spirit, make you feel queasy and dislocated, stunned and unhappy; in short, to horrify. Horror is best sustained in quick bursts; it's exciting but also tactile, visceral, disgusting, often amusing, mostly horrible and sometimes nauseating. If it's really good, you cringe and shout 'Oh, no!' - As with the terrifying moments in real life, you don't want that feeling to last too long.".

Agree or disagree as you see fit, but those sentiments, as expressed in Mr. Herbertson's introduction to the book, gives fair warning that his repertoire includes several particularly nasty and grimly humorous shockers.

Synchronicity; Only a seasoned masochist would attend a Bellport high School reunion, but thirty years on from the misery, our impoverished narrator visits the Dome restaurant to take his place among those few remaining fellow survivors. Other surprise attendees include Gray, the day's resident bully; Weaset, the tawse-dispensing monster of a maths master, and Mulholland, the boy who lost his eye as the result of a vicious end of year 'prank'. Mulholland's lot would have been more barbaric still had it not been for that lowliest of creatures Angel, whose timidity brought out the fiend in staff and pupil alike. Poor bastard's probably long dead. Still, they've all done relatiely well for themselves, it's all water under the bridge, time to let bygones be bygones, etc., and here comes the waiter ....

the Navigator: A get away from it all break in Greece. Dermott, yet another product of the Bellport High charm school, is driven to distraction by a combination of attractive, thoroughly disillusioned wife Jane, and the shrill instructions of a recalcitrant sat nav system. It can only end in doom.

The Waiting Game;: Enrico, the head waiter of a Montmartre cafe, and Maria, his beautiful young lover, unwisely continue their relationship after Enrico has married the wealthy invalid Catherine Dupont. It will be but a temporary setback, he assures the innocent Maria. The old bag will die soon, he'll inherit her lovely cash and they can be happy. But Madame Dupont proves more durable than anyone expected - "damn that surgeon and his unholy skill" - so unforeseen circumstances require a Plan B. He shall casually recommend Maria as the new live-in maid.

Madame Dupont, who is anything but naive, suffers Enrico to indulge his passion just so far before she treats them to a comeuppance straight out of the Academy of Pain!

Spanish Suite: Paul, a Scottish confectionery salesman, has just gained his company a foothold in the potentially lucrative Catalan market through the connections of a Belgian waiter he's fortuitously befriended.
The Belgian gent is a likeable enough chap but embittered. He detests his beautiful niece whose drift into prostitution broke the heart and health of her husband, the much loved Mayor of Roses, news of whose death has just reached him.

Paul's streak of luck continues as, driving along an otherwise desolate stretch of road, who should he almost knock down but the errant niece, every inch the beauty his Belgian friend claimed. Paul, who has been saving himself until he's married, is about to find out what a good time is all about ....

The Glowing Goblins: Colin's despicable parents are forever locking him in the cupboard under the stairs. Often they'll not even bother to invent an excuse. Eventually, the boy loses his fear of the glowing, jellyfish-like creatures with whom he share the darkness. His parents, when it is their turn, never will.

Gifts: It's the last Christmas on Earth. Santa sets out on his final delivery. What will he bring us this year? An unutterably miserable two pager, no surprise it premièred on a vault Advent Calendar.

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Soup: The famous 'What Farantino did next' atrocity. Our evil genius first demonstrated his flair for sadistic revenge at culmination of his feud with Mr. MacVicars (Eng. Lit.) in The Art Of Confiscation. His Bellport years long behind him , Farantino is feted worldwide as the master gourmet of his, or any other day, while the greatest minds debate the secret of his magnificent soup tureen. And now a lucky few of his enemies receive invitations to dine at his remote country house .....

In a book whose dramatis personae include sadists, child-abusers of every stripe, cannibals, an (inadvertent) necrophiliac, a far from forgotten prisoner in the attic, a man with billiard ball eyes, and a sat nav system with an agenda all of its own, it says much for Farantino that he somehow manages to outnasty them all.

Not Waving: As related to Mulholland by Bellport old girl, Charlotte 'Lotte' Dursley in the Café Royal.
As a seven year old Lotte and her family holidayed at the grand home of ex-pats Edward & Alice Bloomsbury in the Cote D'Or. The Bloomsbury's are literary types, and their library comprises several rare volumes so boring they can only have been acquired for show. But then Charlotte's mother discovers a bookshelf devoted entirely to detective and SF paperbacks. Charlotte is fascinated by one particular item, Hunted To Death, a thriller by Christopher Cardox, on account of its lurid cover. After her final moments at the house - she has good reason to remember it for a far more horrible reason. To say more would be to give the game away, but Not Waving is among my very favourites of those 'Gruesome Tales' new to me. A TV dramatisation would be ace.

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The Janus Door: When a marriage disintegrates in a Craig Herbertson story, it is invariably the husband who comes off worse. Such is certainly the case of our unidentified narrator. After several years underachievement, his days with the company are numbered, and he knows wife Jan won't be sticking around once the pay-checks cease. But there's no bailing out. Between them, Jan and Richard, the busybody next door, have fed his obsession with Hossana, the visionary architect who drew up the designs for a dream home, only to commit suicide when her plans were rejected. Our man, like the previous owner who disappeared in mysterious circumstances, believes that Hossana had calculated a portal through which one might escape into the fourth dimension .....

Another bleak winner. It might almost be a companion piece to The Mall in The Ninth Black Book Of Horror.

Leibnitz’s Last Puzzle: The priceless notebook and letters containing the puzzle come into the possession of young Norton and his German lover, Lubecker. Both have a genius for applied mathematics but neither are hot on matters Occult. Norton recalls a friend from Oxford University days, Daniel Mulholland, who had more than a working knowledge of Black Magic, and invites him to their remote cottage on the Yorkshire Wolds. Mulholland eventually provides Lubecker with the means of unlocking the puzzle, though he warns that, in doing so, there is every likelihood he will unleash Satan and his demon army upon the world. But a man obsessed is not to be dissuaded .....

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Jan 20, 2014 13:12:16 GMT scarabium said:

This might be blasphemous talk, but will this book be appearing in an electronic format in the future?

Only Craig or his publisher can answer that, and I hope they do! Never thought I'd write this, but The Heaven Maker ... would benefit from an Am*z@n!! presence. Serious, we're not yet through January and I might already have found my personal favourite collection for the year.

[Craig Herbertson]

I'm not particularly known for humility but I certainly feel a bit humble now. The Heaven Maker wouldn't have seen the light of day but for the vault and it certainly wouldn't have come about without the unbelievable efforts of David Riley.

[David A. Riley]

Just to let everyone know that Parallel Universe Publications will be bringing out a softcover copy of this book in August and this will not only be available direct from us but through Amazon too.

[dem]

Jan 21, 2014 12:58:55 GMT David A. Riley said:

Just to let everyone know that Parallel Universe Publications will be bringing out a softcover copy of this book in August and this will not only be available direct from us but through Amazon too.

Am very pleased to hear this, as it is surely deserving of a wider audience.

If the Bellport High stories, however grim, have a fiendish humour about them, this pair deny even that small mercy.

"But one memory came stark to him in the quiet times; the face of John contorted in agony and horror as though a blindfold had been ripped from his eyes and he had seen something no man should see."

The Heaven Maker: Earliest, lengthiest and, possibly bleakest of the collection (though Steelworks is in with a shout). A tragic car accident. Morden arrives at the hospital to learn that his daughter, Cathy is dead, but the surgeons have her hooked to a life support machine, as there's a slim chance they may be able to deliver her unborn child by caesarean. Son-in-law John Ward, pronounced dead at the scene, drowned in an heroic attempt save his wife. Morden's world has collapsed. And then - a horrible miracle. John sits up on the trolley and screams. He relapses into a month-long coma, but he'll .... "live".

It seems there is yet another miracle in the offing as Cathy's baby proves tenacious and Doctor Baptiste is optimistic for her chances - until John rises from his bed and switches off the machine. John insists that he has been in Hell, and even Baptiste can no longer be sure if the patient is alive in any accepted sense. The termination of baby is prelude to a killing spree that takes the animated corpse as far as Tibet. But what twisted fanaticism drives an essentially decent dead man to commit barbaric murder on an industrial scale?

Steelworks: Short and really uncomfortable reading. Anne, terrified yet fascinated by the steelworks where her late, sorely missed father spent his working life, interrupts her late night bicycle ride home for an impromptu exploration. As she wanders the lonely factory floor, so a painfully ugly memory resurfaces, but too late. Anne is resigned to horrific reunion, jack-hammer rape.