Though originally published in the final heydays of the 80s horror boom (my hardcover copy sets copyright as 1988), The Kill Riff is something altogether different than those black covered books featuring bloody teardrops, shrieking skeletons, or holograms. I first read this in the early nineties and have been eager to revisit it since checking out Centipede Press’ lovely edition of The Shaft earlier this year (Schow’s exquisite supernatural horror novel). Sure, every now and again there are quiet stories (see “Monster Movies” in his novella collection Lost Angels) but the man seems incapable of writing gentle prose.
There is little I can think of so nihilistic, so savage, so emotionally numbing as being one of the poor bastards stuck in his imagination’s terrain. One of the things I am most grateful for: I do not (knowingly) live in the world of one of David J. Haunting Fears: Dark… on In the Presence of Some Unnatu… Haunting Fears: Dark… on Whosoever Meets Her Gaze Shall… The World Is Much La… on Haunting Fears: Darker Than Ni… To Become The Wicked… on Haunting Fears: Darker Than Ni… Michael on Richard III in the 1980s: Warl… Haunting Fears: Darker Than Night (1975).The World Is Much Larger Than One Small Village: Rapiña.To Become The Wickedest Witch of All: Poison for the Fairies (1986).Infected With Where I Live/Let Me Live Without This Empty Bliss: Cyn Balog’s You Won’t Believe Me.Richard III in the 1980s: Warlock (1989).
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