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A review by wobblin
The Scarlet Gospels by Clive Barker
1.0
I settled down with this to enjoy a Clive Barker book that I've somehow missed all these years and I now wish I could carry on missing.
Whilst we still have the usual sexual deviancy/sadomasochism/obsession with male genitalia which is an apparently necessary staple of Barker's work and would make for a decent, if dangerous, drinking game, we also have a 'story' scattered between all this which I can only imagine was written by one of his fans and edited by someone who was busy doing something else far more interesting at the same time. Parts of the narrative were missing which left me backtracking to make sure my memory wasn't failing. It wasn't.
My patience with this book ended when our strangely merry band of heroes eventually end up in Hell. HELL, and they still flirt and blush and lay on the innuendo like they're on a night on the town. Bizarre, and not in a good, Clive Barker way. I gave up at this point, I simply couldn't finish this book. I very much doubt Barker did either.
Whilst we still have the usual sexual deviancy/sadomasochism/obsession with male genitalia which is an apparently necessary staple of Barker's work and would make for a decent, if dangerous, drinking game, we also have a 'story' scattered between all this which I can only imagine was written by one of his fans and edited by someone who was busy doing something else far more interesting at the same time. Parts of the narrative were missing which left me backtracking to make sure my memory wasn't failing. It wasn't.
My patience with this book ended when our strangely merry band of heroes eventually end up in Hell. HELL, and they still flirt and blush and lay on the innuendo like they're on a night on the town. Bizarre, and not in a good, Clive Barker way. I gave up at this point, I simply couldn't finish this book. I very much doubt Barker did either.