Neil by Simon McHardy and Sean Hawker
Neil doesn’t have much going for him. Still living in his mother’s basement, spending all of his free time eating fried chicken, watching horror movies, and working a dead-end job wiping ass at the One Oak nursing home. That is until he receives a demonic gift from an ailing serial killer that transforms him into a monstrous, tentacle-armed behemoth.
With his newfound abilities, Neil embarks on a killing spree with the intention of becoming the most notorious serial killer of all time. Maybe then, he will win the heart of his work colleague, Lindsay. But Lindsay has some secrets of her own and may prove not to be the sweet, delicate girl he thinks she is.
Neil obtains a mask from an elderly serial killer. Once he dons the mask he becomes a giant tentacled angry horny monster that wreaks havoc in his town. Murder and mayhem at it's finest. I would love to spend 5 minutes in Mchardy and Hawkers minds.
I'm speechless. How often does that happen? Ask my husband. How do I review this book? It contains every trigger known and then makes up some more. The depravity is over the top and under the bottom. The violence and gore soar past eleven. Simon McHardy and Sean Hawker seamlessly created a monster, and now I want them to bring another to life. Her name is Lindsay. For those among you who appreciate the best of the extreme, I will see you in the next (hopefully) collaboration. Literally? Who can tell with these two?
Neil is an extreme horror novella by Simon McHardy and Sean Hawker. I sat down to eat, picked it up, read the first chapter, set it back down, and wondered how I could forget that anything written by Sean Hawker and food don’t go together. This story starts strong with some of the most horrifying and graphic horror you can imagine. It’s not just the graphic and gruesome imagery, the content is truly horrific, horrifying, holy-cow-what-did-I-just-read impactful. I didn’t know whether to scream, cry, or puke (I almost puked). And that was just the first chapter. The authors take gruesome real-world horrors, crank them up to 11, and combine them with a freaky supernatural element to create a well-fleshed, cohesive story. The characters are even surprisingly fleshed out and vivid for extreme horror of this magnitude (Of course, if you are familiar with these authors, you probably wouldn’t be surprised by that). And in spite of my initial gastric reaction, I enjoyed the story as an extreme horror reader. Neil is a must-read for extreme horror fans with strong constitutions, but don’t eat and read with this one. Just don’t.
Neil is bizarre, gross, and disturbing, but with as much three dimensional depth one can get in extreme horror. I'm going to discuss Neil, he's a movie going, comic book collecting nerd that wants some female, and he transforms into a serial killer when he finds a magical mask from a resident in a nursing home. Although this story is fast paced and full of extreme gore there's still depth in the fact that dysfunction is a constant in the world and horror is the perfect platform for it. When the reader peels the layers back it comes down to how lonely, judgmental and biased society truly is. Neil transforms into something that nobody wants to see or deal with, and in the end, well I won't spoil it, but will ask is there a sequel? Get this book if you love all the stuff that Universal Studios isn't.
You know that scene in Lady and the Tramp where the two dogs each have a piece of spaghetti in their mouth, and as they disgustingly slurp it up, there is the final reveal, and you don't know which noodle belonged to which dog, because they have come together flawlessly. Two noodles have become one, and the audience goes mad! Reading Neil is like that. I have read a lot from both of these authors, but I couldn't even begin to guess where one author's writing begins and the other's ends. But, to complete the Disney analogy, I invite you to go a little deeper down the carnivorous rabbit's cunt-hole. Imagine Pogo sliding his veiny cock up the crack of Lady's ass. Now picture Dumbo bludgeoning his mother's every orifice - to death - with his barbed trunk. Can you see Peter Pan? Three doors down from where you live, he call his basement Never Never Land, and right now he is shoving Smithers up King Louis' ass - If you can see all that, and you aren't being condemned to Shnell by Bogus Spirit (or whatever), then you you are adequately prepared for this new offering by Sean Hawker and Simon McHardy, the Prince John and Robin Hood of Modern Splaterpunk. I wish you the best of luck.