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Thursday, February 14, 2013Review of...INFERNUS
With any item I write, be it
fiction in novels and short stories, or nonfiction, which is mainly reviews
like this, I have a pretty plan in mind with where I want to go. You know,
introduction, plot summary, my thoughts and then a final verdict. This one is…different.
This is going to be one of the hardest reviews I’ve written.
Why? Because INFERNUS by Mike
Jones is a very different book indeed.
Hell is a popular subject among
writers be it a touch of classical with Dante, pleasure and pain indivisible
with Barker, or something akin to a demonic Dali painting, like the recently
read Through the Inbetween Hell Awaits by Robert Essig. Out of all the visions
of Hell, the one that stuck with me the most was from one of the stories in the
anthology Hellbound Hearts: Orfeo the Damned by Nancy Holder. In it, the unfortunate
protagonist opens the puzzle box and is taken to Hell, but what made this stand
out was how the author captured the sheer scale of the torment. Here, the victim
was not only being tortured, but was being tortured in an infinite number of
ways all in the same instance. There is no hope, nor reprieve. Just an
uncountable number of atrocities, forever.
Jones hits this on the head with
INFERNUS, wherein each torment (and my oh my is there a lot of torment depicted
in this book!) goes on for millennia, yet all INFERNUS unfurls in a single
moment.
It’s very hard to describe the
plot of INFERNUS, as to be honest, it doesn’t sound like much. The nude subject
of an arts class regales the story of INFERNUS to the students. A story within
a story, we follow a new occupant of Hell who is to be trained by his maybe
father, a red demon.
See I look at what I’ve just
written…and no. It’s not right. It is right, but it’s not…
INFERNUS is a very strange book,
and as the writer himself mentions in his afterword, things are linked in circles.
Things come full circle. Circles fold in. Things go backwards, forwards and
whothefuckknowswards. Some may simply see the book as a repetitive list of homo-erogenous
acts of violence, but it’s much much more than that….but it isn’t…but then it
is. It’s everything and nothing.
I know that you’re probably sat
reading this and wondering just what the Hell (pun intended?) I’m banging on
about, but how can you review a novella that equates to the rantings of a mad
man?
This is how INFERNUS comes
across, and the author is unashamed by this approach. It’s even part of the
book’s charm.
If you want a more traditional
story with a start, middle and end, a relatable protagonist with a love
interest and an action packed finale, you won’t find that here. This is
obscene, bizarre and the insanity of its composition shouldn’t work, but it
does, in this reviewer’s opinion anyway.
I wish I could find more works
like this, not just books that are outside the box, but books that are like
this:
That’s INFERNUS.
If you want something radically
different, and can stomach all the gore, buggery and all the juices that come
with them, grab yourself a copy.
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