Title: A sad summary of the state of horror
Product review: This book is one of the most poorly written and shoddily compiled collections I've ever read. Additionally, it is a sad commentary on the field of horror today. Barker is fast becoming a parody of himself: his bookending "stories" in Revelations, if you can call these underplotted and overpretentious works "stories," are foolish and dumb, as is every story here with the exception of Richard Christian Matheson's story, which stands out like a jewel in a pile of garbage. In general, these stories are unconnected except in vague ways, are poorly written (even Joe Lansdale's story is pretty crappy, which quite surprised me), and are self-important to the point of hilarity. For true horror, read Thomas Ligotti or Kim Newman. For contemporary dreck that almost makes Ann Rice look decent (quite an achievement, believe me), try this weighty book of self-important nonsense.
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