Customer Reviews
Seminal and endocrinal - By: Jacques COULARDEAU, 06 Mar 2006 
In this second half of the highway of the dead, Clive Barker takes us even deeper than we could have ever dreamt into the empire of death. Every story is a miracle & a fascinating marvel. Every story deserves our attention & energy. But some are maybe slightly more conspicuous, at least for me. But these stories seem to be fascinated by various parts of the body, various parts & pieces that have total freedom to do as they like, be they hands that sever their attachment to human beings to live their autonomous life & get rid of the human race ; or the righteous christian soul – a very gullible appendage or appendix indeed – of a preacher who is ready to kill if necessary to impose his vision of the final apocalypse, at least if he has enough time to do it before being executed by his prospective victims ; or the sexual impulse of a man boosted by some prophetic prefiguration of viagra, an impulse that will have to run its course to the end which necessarily means death for the body that is nothing but the tool of that drive ; or the fascination of the eyes, & the camera that is nothing but an extension of these eyes, of this research worker who discovers the deepest pulsating need of mystery, horror & fearin the minds of ordinary simple people who invent the Candyman to inhabit their nights with some thrilling experience ; or the deepest voracious cannibalistic female mother of everything & everyone, a madonna that controls, dominates & generates the whole world that is so willing to be so possessed that no one sees or realises it ; or the killing instinct of one’s grandfather once hanged for his murdering crimes & now able to revisit his grandsonin order to make him do again what he himself didin order for this grandson to take his placein the city of the damned & for him to get on the road to eternal life or non-existence since freed of any torturing & waiting ; or the very death we all carryin us & that can be turned into a living deadly organism that is transported & scattered around like a plague, as if death was an organ of ours among many others ; or the greed that gets punished somewherein Amazonia through a curse from Indian victims of the voracious western ogres who need to eat the flesh & drink the blood of innocent prehistoric survivors of ancient nature-oriented civlizations ; or the real beast that livesin some of us & that is controlled by psychiatric expertise into obedience & service to the secret clandestine forces that stabilizes the obscure balance of the world splitin two camps, at the time of the cold war when Clive Barker was writing, & today at teh time of the war on terrorism ; or the satanic magic one can buy from Lucifer against one’s own soul that one can always retain or recapture by mocking the devilish master & using Satan’s magic to block the recuperation of one’s body after death without which the soul is nothing,in fact not even detained. One may be surprised & even shocked by the quantity & diversity of bodily fluids that are shedin those pages, but Clive Barker has a fluid & liquid imagination & his world would have no density without those life-providing even & especially diabolical fluids. We could also wonder why Clive Barker needs so much sexin his stories, & particularly non-kosher sex, that kind of sex that is associated to Sodom & Gomorrha. But once again the potency of Clive Barker’s style isin the sexual dimension of the delirium he calls his imagination. Writing for him is nothing but intercourse with this imagination of his who definitely rapes him over & over again page after pagein all possible variations & nuances. And the most hellish form of rape is for him scatological, which means the release of another bodily fluid of sort. Fragile-psyched & delicate-sensitivitied readers are rather heartily advised not to enter these deep lanes & paths down into the pestifirous crypt of human haunting delusions which are nothing but, over & over again, the last illusion that will charm us into either stupidity or complete vegetable stupor. Maybe some will be illuminated, but these lights are nothing but the mesmerizing power of IT, of the longed-for molesting we all hope will one day assault us with delicious ecstacy.
Dr Jacques COULARDEAU, Université Paris Dauphine, Université Paris I Panthéon Sorbonne
Books of Blood 4-6 - By: dogbarkssome, 14 Jan 2006 This second omnibus edition collects volumes 4-6 of Clive Barker’s Books of Blood.
Volume 4 includes: ‘The Body Politic’ where Barker takes the old horror cliché of possessed murderous hands & transforms it into a bizarre over-the-top fantasy where peoples body parts conspire against them; ‘The Inhuman Condition’ features a tramp with a demonic familiar; ‘Revelations’ is a clever ghost story where a sordid crime of passion at a motel is mirrored years later; ‘Down, Satan!’ is by far the shortest storyin the collection, a throwaway piece about an attempt to create hell on earth; & ‘The Age of Desire’ finds an experiment taking human sexuality to horrific extremes.
Volume 5 presents: ‘The Forbidden’ - an intelligent examination on urban legends & the curious immortality bestowed upon murder victims (later filmed as ‘Candyman’); ‘The Madonna’ has a bizarre Lovecraftian entity inhabiting a disused swimming pool; ‘Babel’s Children’ is a non-horror piece presenting a conspiracy theory about the real rulers of Earth; & ‘In The Flesh’ mirrors prison life with a more deadly supernatural after-life imprisonment.
Finally Volume 6 gives us: ‘The Life Of Death’, a very clever tale about an infectious disease with a nice stingin the tail; ‘How Spoilers Bleed’ is a fairly typical ‘natives revenge against exploitative Westerners’ story; ‘Twilight at the Towers’ mirrors the undercover world of spying with the double life of werewolves; ‘The Last Illusion’ tells of the attempt by a magician to cheat Hell, & introduces the investigator Harry D’Amour who would featurein later Barker novels; while closer ‘On Jerusalem Street’ acts as the second half of the framing device introduced at the beginning of the first novel.
As with the first omnibus, this is chock full of great short stories, with a very high hit rate: at the worst a few of the stories here are mediocre, but the vast majority are inspired pieces of horror fiction. Great stuff.
All hail - By: , 15 Feb 2005 Clive Barker has a mysterious way of encapsulating you into his world of twists, gore & terrifyingly realistic monsters. The way his words can create a thousand feelings defies explanation.
People compare him to Steven King, butin literary context, Barker is like the god of horror. You will treasure the books of blood & read them again & again.
Viciously thrilling! - By: , 29 Jul 2001 A fantastic followup of the first omnibus .if u want a book thats twisted,bloody,macabre & mindbashing,this is the one !!!It takes u on a ride the makes ur worst nightmare seem pleasant.
exellent - By: , 02 Apr 2000 Clive Barker has invented a new style of writing, that no other is able to even come near to. An exellent writer. After reading, his artwork is an interesting conclusion to any of his great books. He deserves a 6th star.
