The Two Mikes

The Two Mikes
Ever wanted to talk with someone about a book you just read? You could just join a book group and talk about it, drink a little, veer off on tangents, work back around to the book again, and finally wrap it up by picking the next book.

But what happens when the book you just read is about about hungry zombies or a haunted house, and your Eat, Pray, Love–reading friends aren’t really into reading it, much less discussing its finer points? That’s what we’re here for. We Two Mikes will be your virtual book group for discussing new and interesting and old and half-forgotten horror books.

If you want to follow along with us, look at the next forbidden book on the table and start reading.

Saturday, March 31, 2012

Episode 71 Off Season by Jack Ketchum

The Mikes ponder all the ways "To Serve Man" in Jack Ketchum's classic cookbook / horror novel OFF SEASON. Whether broasted or fricasseed even Julie Child would be schooled by this gruesome, bloody, dark, disturbing romp into unexpurgated ritualistic cannibalism. Yum.


Two Fingers

In a tall glass of ice pour:
Two fingers of anejo tequila
Three fingers of tomato juice
Two fingers of Rauchbier (a German smoked beer)

Add some smokey hot sauce and a lime. Stir.  If you have a nice smoked pig's knuckle, garnish freely.

Music: Shake Your Tail Feather


weso said...

Once again you guys have provided me with a book I might otherwise have never looked at and for that I thank you.

Emphyrio said...

Once again you guys have provided me with a book I will make a point never to look at!

When I first tried splatterpunk (what was the name of that late '80's splatterpunk magazine? It exerpted Rex Miller's Slob) I learned that as a reader, I had my limits when it came to sadism and being inside the head of a psychopath.

Can't believe Miller wrote four books about that loathsome character. What a way to spend your mental life.

The one writer in this genre I ever warmed to, a little, was Joe R. Lansdale, who keeps a an ironic distance from his characters. It's still shocking, but the authorial voice is mainly droll, in a dark way.

Reading the Wikipedia entries about the films made of Ketchum's books, in which some fan has detailed each sick outrage the characters inflict each other, gives me the shudders.

So thanks for going through this for us, guys. You deserve combat pay for this one.

Emphyrio said...

That magazine was Midnight Graffitti and it seems to have a fading, echoy presence on the web.