A review by trudilibrarian
Flesh by Richard Laymon

3.0

I’ve been on a Laymon kick lately which isn’t unusual when I’m feeling stressed out. His books are pure escapist fiction, what I like to call pulp-riff-page-turners. I especially liked this one because there are scenes that genuinely creeped the bejesus out of me. Bonus! I’m especially sad finishing this one because I am nearing the very end of Laymon’s (who passed away in 2001) 30 novel canon.