Ryan Harding

Yeah, this took a while to get through because it is truly repulsive, but in a good way. If you like not just spatter gore, but disgusting images of oozing pustules, sex with rotting corpses, slurping down a bowl of "spontaneous abortion", guys ejaculating maggots (stuck in there through a straw slipped in the urethra), questionable activities involving a toilet brush, then you might be able to stomach this book.

It isn't all gross out though. It is an anthology of sorts, short stories written over time by the author. The characters are intertwined with each other in various ways throughout. There are two major players whose antics cover three main chapters. These are the most repugnant males ever written, Greg and Von. They are who Beevis and Butthead would grow up to be. They spend their nights dumpster diving behind the local woman's clinic in search of treasure in the form of used tampons and maxi pads. They are featured in three different stories which basically span a couple of days. These stories are the ones that contain the most graphic, disgusting, mental raping I have ever come across. They also have some of the most hilarious moments. Ryan Harding somehow managed to make these two idiots actually semi-likable. Oh, you would never be friends with them, but you don't wish death on them. Truly, they are Beevis and Butthead. The activities contained in their chapters give the book its name. It took me three attempts to finish this book, and I realize that each attempt stopped during those Beevis and Butthead chapters.

I must also warn you that any woman depicted in this book is never in a good light. There are no nice girls here, they are all “sluts and whores who deserve what they get”. No animals or kids are in the book, and no one sympathetic either, so don’t worry about feeling guilty about who gets what.

The other stories mixed between those main chapters are kind of standalones that have different themes. For the most part, they have minimal gross out in them and are more Twilight Zone than major gore. I enjoyed them all.

The first is in the first person POV of a guy trapped under the weight of the big woman he took home the previous night, she died on top of him and is slowly crushing him. He spends his last moments monologuing in his head, realizing that no one is coming for help. No real gore here.
Another story features a movie rental clerk who loves to watch those "Faces of Death" type movies. He is puzzled over the fact that he keeps seeing the people in the films who should have been dead, walking around town.

There is the dual POV story which is a mix of first-person journal entries, and the third person POV of a high school kid who realizes that his father is a serial killer who stopped years ago, but hasn't been caught.

As I finished reading this book last night there were a few scenes that I had to skim past simply because the gore was too much. There were other scenes that I highlighted on my Kindle because I laughed so hard, I probably woke up my neighbors.

I highly recommend this book to anyone who likes splatter gore, mixed with insanity and humor. The bumbling antics of Greg and Von had me in stitches as well as partially throwing up in my mouth.
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Arianne und Chuck ziehen in das Haus der 65 Stirrup Iron Road. Für sie soll es so etwas wie einen Neuanfang darstellen, doch schon bald müssen sie feststellen, dass irgendwas mit dem Haus ganz und gar nicht stimmt. Arianne überkommt ein fast unstillbares Verlangen nach Sex und auf den Handys und Computer der beiden erscheinen immer öfter ekelerregende Pornoseiten.
Und auch sind sie nicht die ersten, die dieses Martyrium erleben müssen, denn die Geschichte des Hauses reicht weit bis in die Vergangenheit.

65 Stirrup Iron Road ist ein Kooperationswerk der neun Autoren Edward Lee, Jack Ketchum, Brian Keene, Bryan Smith, Jesus F. Gonzales, Wrath James White, Nate Southard, Ryan Harding und Shane McKenzie.
Die Einnahmen aus diesem Buch kommen ihrem Freund Tom Piccirilli zugute, der damit seine ärztlichen Behandlungskosten bezahlen kann.
Inhaltlich gesehen fässt es Jack Ketchum gegen Ende des Buches ganz gut zusammen: „Es gibt hier schon genug Charaktere. Keiner von Ihnen ist besonders liebenswert und keiner von ihnen schrecklich gut definiert.“ Es tauchen immer wieder neue Charaktere auf, die meistens dann auch sofort wieder versterben. Die Autoren töten sie wie Fliegen. Jeder versucht den anderen an Ekelerregendem zu überbieten was die sexuelle Ebene anbelangt. Arianne kommt dem Geheimnis des Hauses immer näher und als es dann zum Showdown kommt, merkt man, dass sich die Autoren gegenseitig auf die Schippe nehmen. Sie nehmen die Geschichte nicht allzu ernst. Auch sehen sie ihr eigenes Genre und gerade die spezielle Sparte, in der sie schreiben, ziemlich realistisch, denn je extremer, desto besser. War es am Anfang ein wenig mühsam, die Geschichte zu lesen, hat sie zum Ende raus sogar richtig viel Spaß gemacht, denn niemand nimmt die Handlung so wirklich ernst, Hauptsache es blutet viel und schnell.

Jedes einzelne Kapitel kennzeichnet am Anfang seinen Verfasser beziehungsweise seine Verfasser, denn die Kapitel wurden oft auch zu zweit verfasst. So konnte auch jeder seinen eigenen Stil einbringen, beziehungsweise Charaktere nach seinem Gutdünken erschaffen.
Insgesamt ist dieses Buch sehr sexlastig, sehr ekelerregend in seinen Darstellungen mit einem etwas holperigem Anfang, wird aber zum Ende raus immer besser. Besser im Sinne von unterhaltend. Und zwar ziemlich unterhaltend.
Man sollte die Geschichte nicht allzu ernst nehmen, aber als Sammlerstück durchaus besitzenswert.
Der FESTA-Verlag hat das Buch komplett in rot drucken lassen und die Autoren, sowie Tom Piccirilli und der Zeichner haben es signiert.… (meer)

As you would expect from a novel with nine authors, this isn't a book that's destined to be remembered as one of the world's great works of literature. It's not even destined to be remembered as a classic of the horror genre. It is, however, better than you'd think from reading the reviews of it on Amazon.

This book is more or less exactly what you'd expect to get when nine extreme horror authors collaborate on a book written for the sole purpose of raising money for a fellow author with brain cancer, especially when one of these authors is Edward Lee. The book is full of gore and perverted sex (including bestiality and necrophilia). There is also a lot of vomiting going on for no apparent reason. Really, this isn't a book for the faint of heart.

I think a lot of the perversion and depravity to do with the fact that the book was written round robin style, and the authors were continually trying to top each other in grossness, which resulted in passages that come close to (or even top) stories I've read that have come out of the infamous World Horror Convention Gross Out Contest. It also resulted in a book with no real resolution that also somehow managed to have one of the best (and most disturbing) endings I've read in horror.… (meer)

The house at Sixty-Five Stirrup Iron Road has a history stained by the blood and bodily fluids of every person who ever inhabited it. The house was built in the 1930s by Harold & Lucy Pearson. We’ll find out more about them later in the book. THIS story starts ten years ago… with siblings Nicci & Sam Forrestal.
Sam works as a guard at the county detention center, and Nicci… well, Nicci was just released from said detention center. She had spent 30 days inside for doing the same thing that got her fired from her job at Corn Dog Dee-Lites, (let’s just say that she was about to win the gold in the oral Olympics, but that last ‘judge’ whipped out his badge. The cuffs were NOT fun that time!) Her brother has graciously taken her in until she can get back on her feet.
She accuses him of having ulterior motives when she wakes up sticky, crusty, and has a bad, yet very familiar, taste in her mouth.
This leads to the most disgusting, and gag inducing (no pun intended) prologue ever written.
*Coprophilia, emetophilia, urolagnia, mysophilia, zoophilia, and mucophilia, are some of the highlights included, and these are just a prelude to the violent & bloody end of these appx. 30 pages.
If you made it through this, I think you’ll be ok.
Maybe.
Probably not.
But – don’t wuss out on me!

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Now, after ten years, Chuck & Arrianne are moving in.
Almost immediately – it begins again. Slowly, at first. But when Arrianne crosses Chuck’s line in the sand, from what’s acceptable kink, to ‘that’s just disgusting’, his thoughts go to denial and blame, and hers go to realizing that it’s the house, and trying to make some sense of it all.
The Diary of Lucy Pearson makes an appearance, and I wish there was more of it. If one of these guys were to publish the entire diary… they’d make a lot of money! (HINT HINT, GUYS!!)… (meer)