One bad apple spoils the bunch, describes perfectly why I usually shy away from reviewing anthologies, no matter the genre. I find them incredibly difficult to judge. Do you see every story for its own merit, or how they’re blended together to create a feeling that reflects the title of the book?
With Tales of the Undead: Hell Whore I was pleasantly surprised that the collection of stories were very well put together, mostly all with the same rich undertones and scare factor. They moved and flowed and brought me to the end of the book, without having to drudge through any bad apples. The poetry that was mixed in was a nice palate cleanser as well.
There were a few stories, however, that punched through and made me appreciate the true art of writing horror. Let the Laughter Begin by Niels Hanson, Where the Clouds are Far Behind You by Rees Neilson and The Last Devil of Men, by Nathan JDL Rowark. All three made me stop and reflect on their true meaning, especially The Last Devil of Men ( I read this one twice).
The only story, however, that I found out of place was Who Fucked up Kelly Yesterday, by Wol-vriey. Though the story itself was excellent, a bizzarro horror with sharp teeth and a high nausea factor, I found that it slapped me out of the nice flow that was happening. But, maybe that was the intent.
Regardless, this anthology and it’s extensive talent did not disappoint. A fun read for those dreary autumn days to come.