The Overnight

Gotta say, that Ramsey Campbell writes some pretty disturbing sh*t .... Not in the Stephen-King-piledriver sense at all (see Under the Dome)... almost the opposite – Campbell crawls inside your head, gets nice and comfy, and then opens up his little box of dark slimy things after it's too late for you to uninvite him. As of this writing, I am about 75% of the way through both this book, and Silent Children, and I have, shall we say, paused for a while, because both tales have gotten to the point where they have become more or less relentlessly disturbing, in a way that King or D. Koontz hardly ever is. King, for example, always breaks up his horror with humor. But there is nothing funny going on in the last 30% of The Overnight, and show more it requires a certain grim dedication to, even relish for, the sheer horror of the situation, to keep on reading in earnest. I do intend to do this! But I want to do it when I'm in the proper frame of mind, so that I can properly appreciate the horrific sequence of events for which Campbell has so carefully, even lovingly, prepared us.

A word of mild warning: Some readers will find said "preparation" to be intolerably "slow" or "boring" or "pointless". I say this without having read any other reviews of the book because, as I say, I haven't finished reading it yet, and I don't wish to be confronted with anything even remotely resembling a "spoiler"! But let me say, the comments of anyone who makes this sort of remark really should be taken with a serious chunk of salt; I do believe it says more about their troublesome attention spans than it does about the book they're reading, and more about their unwillingness to invest more than a minimal amount of energy in a book in return for its "payoff". Most readers who are in that category probably haven't even gotten that far in this review, I imagine. But if you are, and if you have, please forgive me for intentionally making fun of you, but also consider the possibility that The Overnight, and Ramsey Campbell in general, may not be "your cup of tea". Not entirely sure it's mine, either ... but we'll see.

UPDATE: Finished the book, and my rating stands, although the ending did pack more of a punch than I expected ... another example of Campbell's insidious writerly ways of shocking the reader but saving the most unsettling shocks -- appropriately enough -- for the end. show less

Ramsey Campbell is an extremely talented writer of the horror genre. I have over the years enjoyed so many of the books he has produced. This one though was just "okay". Not a bad plot for a haunted story...the problem was mostly with the characters. Too much time was spent developing them which made parts of the story drag. I didn't like any of them and found myself just wishing that what was in the shop would just get them all. 3 stars because I loved the idea behind the story and there were some really chilling moments in the shop.

I was really looking forward to a good horror novel. It’s been ages since I read one and thought how great it would be to spend some time with dread, revulsion and angst. Alas, I did not get that. Not even any decent mystery. What a waste. This had possibilities.

I think what the author was going for, was a combination of The Shining and Poltergeist. A place that is haunted because of some tragedy that took place on the spot in the distant past, combined with a place that turns its inhabitants into strangers to themselves and everyone else. A madness inducing place where strange creatures lurk in the corners, but eventually will come out to get you. A place that will make the reader agonize and worry over the sympathetic characters show more that inhabit it.

Yeah, I think that’s what Campbell was going for. Too bad he got caught up in showcasing the totally asshole nature of all of his characters. That’s right; total asshole nature. He forgot to show us how they were BEFORE the place got to them. He didn’t make them likeable. Every single one of them was a jerk. Not just to one or two people on the staff, but to everyone else they worked with. How the hell can one function like that if you’re always at odds with everyone you have to deal with 5 days a week? And strangely, I’ve only ever seen this from British writers portraying British people and situations. It’s weird. It’s as if the author is overcompensating for the possibility that they create people too saccharine. Whatever the reason, Campbell did not create a single person for me to feel anything except contempt for.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, there was the whole lack of, well, horror. Sure there were things going bump in the night and all, but their presence wasn’t really felt. Every once in a while someone’s bookshelf would get messed up. Or someone would see a patch of damp on the carpet one minute, and it would be gone the next. No one else would see it. Or there would be strange patterns on the computer screens. Odd figures in the fog that seemed to trail long, gray dreadlocks. When something did actually happen (a clerk was run over in the parking lot), it wasn’t really that dramatic or agonizing. Lorraine wasn’t that well known to us, and what we did know was annoying so who would mourn her loss? And the creepy and portentous explanation for these malignant entities is never given. How the hell are we supposed to be afraid of that? That's half of what creates fear and dread. Hello. Aren't you supposed to be a famous HORROR novelist?

Even the multiple POV gimmick couldn’t save this book. show less

For any bookseller who's participated in a yearly inventory, this book is both scary and hilarious.
Those customers who just won't leave, sit around reading for hours? Books that jump off the shelves? Now we know the REAL reasons behind these mysteries. :)
That said, this book has characters you care about, a very chilling, ancient evil, and some real scares. Highly recommended.

This book caught my attention because the setting is in a bookstore and I work in a small antiquarian bookstore. In the Acknowledgments Campbell mentions that his inspiration for writing this book came from the time he spent working at Borders. This gave the story credibility. It is the story of ancient evil that saps you of your intelligence and your sanity. The evil preys on each individual that works in the store. It takes special pleasure in tormenting a young man who had overcome a reading disability. The evil takes away his ability to read. The American manager of the British bookstore slowly goes insane as members of his staff start to disappear during an overnight inventory.

I haven’t read much horror fiction in years other than to dabble in the genre via an occasional Stephen King novel, and even those have become rarer and rarer for me lately. But, on the other hand, I’ve found myself drawn more and more to books about books or bookstores so when I noticed that Ramsey Campbell’s The Overnight was set in an English bookstore I grabbed it despite my general misgivings concerning horror novels. Frankly, they don’t scare me anymore and I find myself laughing at the “horror” more times than not. This one did not turn out to be the exception.

Ramsey Campbell has long been one of the mainstays of horror fiction with more than two dozen titles to his credit, such as The Doll Who Ate His Mother, The show more Last Voice They Hear, Scared Stiff and Waking Nightmares. None are titles that would make me reach for my wallet but I was so intrigued by the fact that Campbell wrote The Overnight after having worked full time at the Cheshire Oaks branch of Borders for several months that I decided to give it a try.

Strange things began to happen at the new Texts bookstore almost as soon as its American manager opened it for business. An unusually dense fog settled over the strip center in which it is located and never lifted again, the computers seemed to have minds of their own (I know, Bill Gates, nothing so crazy about that), one employee suddenly lost the ability to read, books were found damaged on the floor each morning despite having been properly shelved the night before, a strange, chill dampness invaded the store and customers stayed away in droves.

Soon enough the new store is ranked as the very worst of all the Texts locations and Woody, the American manager, is told to expect a visit from corporate bigwigs who are flying to England to see the problems for themselves. In desperation, Woody schedules the entire staff for the all-night marathon shelving and clean-up project that brings the novel to its horrific climax. Although I found myself chuckling at the “horror,” Campbell does provide an insider’s look at some of the drudgery associated with working in one of the big chain bookstores: the constant rush to get new books out of the stockroom and onto the shelves, the never ending battle to get every book back to its proper place at the end of the day despite the best efforts of customers to misplace them, and dealing with destructive customers being chief among them.

If you enjoy horror novels, and if they really do scare you, this is one of the better written ones that you are likely to find. If you are more attracted to the novel by the bookstore setting than by the horror, you will have to judge whether or not, at 396 pages, this one is for you.

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I have just recently discovered Ramsey Campbell. How is that possible?! I really enjoyed this book. It's scary and quirky and almost funny. A really interesting read.