![]() ![]() The stone reached high above the immense landscape that spread out below, and it threw off fissures like lightning bolts, through which brightness poured. His descriptions of the underworld often recall the grotesque tableaus of Hieronymus Bosch, but are at other times weirdly hushed and lyrical: “The sky contained neither sun, nor stars, which was predictable enough, but what it did contain was a stone the size of a small planet. Martin’s, $26.99), he belts it out as rapturously as an Irish tenor crooning “Danny Boy.” Better than half the action of “The Scarlet Gospels” takes place in hell, where Barker is clearly very much at home. ![]() Clive Barker knows the tune, and in his new novel, THE SCARLET GOSPELS (St. For some writers, though, the damned soul does sometimes clap its hands and sing. That, of course, is what contemporary horror actually is, most of the time. ![]() Without it, horror fiction would be a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick or, perhaps, a ragged, bloody, roughly handled zombie action figure for gullible children. ![]()
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