Cabal (1985)

Muy buena historia... y una fatalmente mala traducción a cargo de Plaza ( )

*note to self.copy from Al.

Have you ever wondered whether the things that can only come out at night really exist?
Well in the town of Midian not only do they exist but they have made a home there. Those who belong with them know that Midian is a safe place for those that are made of humanity's nightmares.

When Boone is confided in by his therapist that he believes that Boone has committed a series of brutal murders, Boone unsuccessfully tries to take his own life. While in the hospital he hears of Midian and believes that as a murderer he would be welcome in a place of horrors. Sadly, he is wrong.

This was creepy. Very creepy. ( )

Clive Barker's writing style impresses: His words are strong, raw, and blunt, while managing to still keep a literary feel to them, (although they're overdone at times, seemingly to exasperate disgust). In Cabal, (the entire work), particularly, he uses the technique of brutal wording to seduce the reader into dark, imaginative worlds bordering between the dredges of reality and the dredges of hell -- an admirable feat he is able to accomplish. Sewn together, he pulls you into the void with him.

His plots are intricately and creatively woven along with his language, creating an atmosphere apropos to the theme largely at hand in this book: Death in many perspectives. Barker did well to tie up loose ends while still leaving them quite loose at the end of every story. I was expecting all stories to coincide with one another, and yet I closed the book satisfied.

Good book -- creative, unnerving, and well-written. ( )

Muy buena historia... y una fatalmente mala traducción a cargo de Plaza ( )