dangitall said:
Let's see..."Odd Thomas" by Dean Koontz (I recommend ignoring the sequels) and the"Sookie Stackhouse" novels by Charlinne Harris for paranormal drama, "Shutter Island" was an interesting read. I also really enjoyed "MEDIC! The story of a Concienstus Objector in the Vietnam War" by Ben Sherman...not written as horror (it's a war memoir) but it definitely has some tense moments in it. It was definitely not what I was expecting. Here's a short excerpt from it :
Bags
The bags are exactly where I should begin. They are where the war ended for fifty-eight thousand, and where it started for me. Black rubberized bags with reinforced plastic handles on each end, they were strong and durable, with heavy zippers you could pull with your whole fist.
Entering the morgue tent, one hesitated to take a full breath. My first duty in Vietnam was spent zipping up smells. The only solace was that the remains had quit screaming. Some bodies had the distinct odor of burnt cloth or flesh. Others simply gave off old sweat, bad socks, tobacco, or belly gas. Even a tent vaporized with Lysol couldn't cut the continuous olfactory blight of human waste staining the underwear of the shell left behind.
Our caring was meticulous, even while we tried, in our own way, to put our minds elsewhere. Each personal item was tagged, each button refastened. Neglected pockets and stripes were neatly resewn. Homely, wondering faces were shaved and cleaned. Without a sound, we each functioned with one mind, one obligation. Someone inventoried each coin, chain, watch, wallet, ring, and all were placed in small brown paper sacks. No one wanted their loved one coming home with someone else's personal stuff in his pocket or with field dirt ringing his neck. And the army didn't want a hometown mortician opening the box to find a mess instead of a hero.
For every face locked into every rubber womb, I made a quiet promise to do this or that with my life for his sake. With some pride, I thought that as a medic I stood for part of the solution. I had come to this place to save a life, not take one. This plugging of rectums with cotton balls was a temporary setback. In one year minus one day, I could scrutinize my life for whatever meaning this horror held. A year from now I might even laugh out loud again.
Also, there's these videos which interview the author:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jKoACcEGA_E
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1bAL3QduQFI&feature=related
They're kinda long though.
hydraxon said:
Good. Have a cookie.
Oh, "World War Z" and "Zombie Survival Handbook" by Max Brooks are both quite interesting.
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