Almost without fail, when being chased in a horror movie, the characters run up the stairs*. I’ve never understood this. They must know that they’re trapping themselves. Or if they are running in the woods, the crazed killer is strolling behind them like he has all the time in the world, and he always catches the poor, sprinting, soon to be dead people – with ease. Every time. And yet I still watch.
I sometimes feel the same way about horror novels. Even when written by Joe R. Lansdale.
(This is not a criticism.)
Let’s keep this short and sweet. My brother gifted me this wonderful little novel – Prisoner 489 – for Christmas. I’m now fully ashamed it took me this long to read it. It’s that good – beautifully illustrated too (if one can call such illustrations beautiful…(the human body is art, I suppose)).
There are two islands in an undisclosed location. One holds a prison designed by the United Nations to hold the world’s most evil criminals. The other holds their dead bodies once they’ve been executed. On the island that serves as the graveyard live three men. Their lives run as smoothly as grave diggers lives usually run – until they get a new prisoner. Number 489. They stuff of legends. Or rumors, at the very least. Rumor has it the prisoner never ate. Rumor has it he beat one man to death with the leg he ripped off of another man. Rumor has it he was found buried in a wall. Rumor has it…you get the idea. 489 is evil. And quite possibly inhuman, if the rumors are to be believed.
And the three men don’t believe the rumors. Which, if you’ve read a horror novel or two (or watch a horror movie or two), you know is the wrong option. Believe the rumors. They are there to teach you a lesson. Learn it if you want to survive. Let’s just say not everyone learns it.
(This is not a spoiler, right? A novel would not be genre horror if everyone lived…)
Lansdale has produced another (see here, here, and here) excellent piece of fiction. The man just can’t seem to help himself, which is alright with me. Prisoner 489 is a gritty, traditional gothic tale for those who like a solid, spooky story. I’d like to think this is for everyone, but some of my favorite people scare easily. That’s okay too. I will, if only through the interwebs, hold your hand as you read this one. Because you should read this one. 5/5.
Pair this one with a cookie (a salted, chocolate chip oatmeal cookie from The Pretty Bee, specifically), not only because Bernard eats one in the novella, but because you’ll need something sweet and comforting after this one. Also, salt and chocolate could save the world.
I never watch horror movies and I rarely read horror novels, but you’ve made me want to read this one. It’s not really because I scare easily, I just prefer other things, so I think I’ll look this one up when I’m ready for a good scare.
I got 75 minutes- I’m the hero’s significant other. Boo.
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I like GOOD horror, which is not much of a distinction. But when it is well done, I think it’s really fun.
75 is good! The girlfriend survives a lot too!
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What a great premise! I am adding this to my list.
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It’s short and just about perfect.
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This made me think of the Geico commercial “if you’re in a horror movie, you make poor decisions, it’s what you do”
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Haha, I haven’t seen that, that’s awesome.
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Oh I wouldn’t last at all. I hate when they think they see or hear something and instead of walking or running in the opposite direction, they head toward the noise or sighting. Bad Idea!
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It is! You go the other way, right?! Do not walk into that basement/dark closet/ abandoned graveyard/etc.
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Well crap. I only made it 74 minutes in a horror movie. At least I wasn’t the first one to eat it.
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You almost made it – probably long enough to take out a bad guy or two!
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I’m ashamed I haven’t read any Lansdale. Suggestions on where to start?
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