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I approached Dread in the Beast as part of my quest to find the best 21stcentury horror novel Charlee Jacobs' novel won both awards and attention, and its reputation attracted me.I haven't read anything else by Jacobs, including the novella I believe this novel is based upon.Oh, I wanted to like thisthan I did.How to describe Dread in the Beast it's a visionary horror novel, a very ambitious epic about the rediscovery and reemergence of a forgotten and forbidden deity To get there Jacobs runs several plot lines: an archaeologist pursuing an obsession that sometimes costs him; a young woman afraid of losing her mind as her identity unspools after a cruel sexual encounter; an enthusiastic serial killer, warped by a deranged childhood, aiming for transcendence amid gore and philosophy.But don't let that description give the wrong impression Dread in the Beast isn't driven very far by plotting It's playing in a world different from that of the thriller or potboiler horror tale, a visionary and taboofocused field, one sown and tilled by the likes of Octave Mirbeau and Georges Bataille with touches of Charles Fort Jacobs uses this novel to explore obsession and the cracks in the world, letting characters and paragraphs press their boundaries.The main taboo here is scatology As the reader figures out very quickly, Dread is about the reemergence of an ancient goddess of human waste Characters obsess over feces, eroticize shit, get victimized by crap, and die in the stuff I can't think of a text that has this laserlike obsession with the human bowels' productions, except perhaps Sade's 120 Days of Sodom or the great sewer races of the Dunciad But while Sade wants to demystify the world, tearing down religion and custom to reveal the material brutes we actually are, Jacob wants to build up a new order that offers its own transcendence I admire that ambition, which certainly makes Dread out in the current horror field It splatters, yes, but not like splatter punks do (or did; are they still around?) Jacobs happily jettisons daily life for visions and obscurity I also admire the novel's style, as paragraphs wander into philosophy and mysticism, then back into toilets and suffering, confused people Another car rolled up next to hers, the bass in their music so loud she actually felt it dissolving marrow in her bones Its windows were down as were hers since the funky air conditioning had expired It was August and steamy hot So hot the pollution at night seemed to mate with itself to spawn shadowy dinosaurs of poison, which stalked the roadways and climbed the skyscrapers and fought in the widest alleys.There were four young men in this car (197) Dread's language also turns on itself, winking:Sheol's Ditch was made up of bricked crevasses and gulches or crumbling brownstone/brimstone The alley running between the buildings on this side of the block was what some might have called a defile A word which also means to corrupt That was a passageway between mountains And her he was in his part of the mountain on the left, Jason Cave, a hollow little boy being filled lately with the most frightful of enlightening and defiling esoterica, looking up from a defile to try to find a patch of emetic night sky Damn! He loved language! (84) Dread invents mythologies and fantasies energetically, sometimes with powerful scenes We get the aforementioned goddess, but also a cosmic cyborg plumber, a damned world of torment that isn't exactly hell, people turned into floating eyeballs, a murderous street gang combining death by feces with literary quotations, human bonsai, and a Vatican conspiracy That last bit made me thing this book is like some rogue parody of Dan Brown imported from an insane parallel dimension.And yet It doesn't work too well as a novel Perhaps because it's an expansion from a shorter form, it suffers from repetition Some interesting ideas and plot threads appear then vanish, and it doesn't seem to be an effect of decadence or experimentation Several directions just falter, like the serial killer's philosophical explorations, which must surely be parodic, right?It is certainly horror Dread is filled with gore, torture, rape, dismemberment, cannibalism, and killings of all kinds, with side orders of depravity, blasphemy, and bitter human defeat There's no point attached content or trigger warnings to this book However, Dread doesn't actually embody the titular dread It's too cheerful for that, weirdly It even ends on a note of redemption, somehow.Despite a lifetime of reading horror and depraved stuff, I found myself tiring by the last third of Dread in the Beast Repetition was getting to me I wasn't sure that the plots were actually getting anywhere But after I finished it, rereading gave me new respect for Jacobs' inspired, mad, tabooflushing project Definitely not for everyone This is a book for people excited about the edge of humanity, and would have blown my mind as a teenager It's an important volume in the history of 21stcentury horror It certainly makes me want to check out the rest of Charlee Jacobs' output and I leave fecal jokes as exercises for the reader. Whew This is quite a, er, unique Existential horror novel about a goddess of shit and those who worship her I'm just finished with it, and I will say that it's amazing how the author describes shiteaters and mutilation and makes it seem lyrical and almost beautiful An interesting statement about goddesscult religion, waste, godlessness and the idea of what is sacred and sublime. The literary equivalent of listening to a Whitehouse record at max volume in a portable toilet that's locked inside a mausoleum. Dread In The Beast was originally a mindexpanding 16story collection of 'hardcore horror' that I picked up at the Necro Publications stand at Horrorfind 2002 in Balti, MD Four years later and here's the novel that was a short novella in that collection.Let me first confess that I love Charlee Jacob's writing: she is one of the truly disturbing genre writers in a torpid sea of sallow mediocrity As Ed Lee wisely points out in his extensive introduction to this novel, If there's an ultimate dichotomy in the horror genre, it's got to be Jacob armed with a talent to write the most beautiful prose yet using that talent to examine the most unspeakable and detestable horror.And he's right I've had the privilege of collaborating on short stories with Charlee Jacob She is adept at rendering astonishing worlds of pain and suffering She's won World Horror Association grossout competitions, Stoker Awards andAmong the horror fraternity Jacob can do no wrong But she's not yet written a decent novel.My first encounter with Charlee Jacob, novelist, was the Leisure massmarket paperback This Symbiotic Fascination I suspected then that maybe her overbearing editors had been a bit brutal with her, asking her to go back through her usual torrent of poetic obscenity and callous amorality and 'calm it down' and maybe try to slow the pace for the reader who isn't used to the intensity of Jacob's psychoerotic roller coasters; stretch it all out a bit, you know The dread in my beast points to it being all her own work, with no middleman's interference pattern And that's the ultimate dichotomy how can such an amazing, visceral, imaginative writer of short stories and poetry compose such turgidly boring novels.Usually, I can devour a decent novel in a few relaxing days but Dread In The Beast took weeks and, in all honesty, I couldn't even finish it I finally got 240odd pages into this 350pager and just closed the book, savagely demotivated, not willing to read on In all that time I'd been looking for some sort of humanity to latch onto Some thread of realism Some lifeline It's not about narrative drive getting in the way of the anecdotal, the way it does with Richard Laymon's books It's not the charmless cynicism of so many other tired villains of dream and fantasy pumping the horror turd onto the unwarranted shelves It's not even the eversohelpful dialogue Jacob employs It's just that there are no real characters to empathise with, to hate, to enjoy the ride with There are no intimate depictions of life's suffering reason that populated the middle third of the original Dread In The Beast collection, traumatic visions like Drunken Devils, Sainted Wives And Fire and Anna's Thesia These were gutwrenching visceral victims/ torturers you were really drawn along by some hidden, mysterious, inner motivation And that's all they needed.You've actually gotta care about the characters in a novel it's a long way to go without feeling any emotion whatsoever for the subject of your reading Sure, Dread In The Beast has structure; it's weighed down with leaps back and forth through history as we study the lineage of the Queen of a shiteating tribe And there's many a reference to ancient tribal miscellany and trivia but it's not integrated into the narrative the way say a databore like Chuck Palahniuk really stacks his research high It'sin passing that we realise Jacob's 'into all that weird stuff'.Novelists cannot afford to forget the great rule of writing show; don't tell It's the difference between saying, 'Oh, Jack is real evil' and showing Jack doing something really evil I felt like this book was reminding me all the time that scatological cults are real bad and real evil I wanted to make my own decisions as a reader but I was bludgeoned on the head by how I should have been reading it, time and again Every piece of writing should be a very personal experience where the reader gets out of it just what s/he needs there should be no dictatorship or commandpost agenda.Dread In The Beast is a grim book, sure, but it doesn't successfully revel in its grimness, displaying mostly a disgusted sneer as a reaction to its own bowel content The cover by Erik Wilson is an abominable insult to the eye the palette is all over the place, the font is awful, the filters and layout is really scruffy looking and the big green digital spray brush used to 'make the title/ author glow spookily' just looks real amateurish and because of the fullpage graphic style of the chapter headings the paper edges are all stained with these dark lines sullying what should have been pristine white pages The cover soon started to warp away from the pages and the plastic coating was rolling back already It's a generally scrappy horriblelooking book. Man, that's a lot of poop. Not for the faint of heart Brutal, graphic, downright gross Recommend not eating while reading many portions. .Epub ☨ Dread in the Beast: The Novel ☫ DREAD IN THE BEAST used to be a novella about the goddess of waste and the king of wasters Now it is a novel, stuffed full of the gruesome and horrible Taken from the mythologies and histories of humankind, it follows the trail of the Mother Spririt of the worst that the world is capable of producing From the catacombs of ancient Rome where a blasphemous sect twisted the message of the early Christiansto modern America with its obsession with violence, deities and saints and the reincarnations of beasts battle over sublime and profane, where the very reasons for existence for us all may lie in the unthinkableEdward Lee author of CITY INFERNAL, MONSTROSITY, INCUBI, and SUCCUBI says in his introduction to this new novellength version, What's most unique of all here and jealously fascinating are the creative guts of the author If there's an ultimate dichotomy in the horror genre, it's got to be Jacobd with a talent to write the most beautiful prose yet using that talent to examine the most unspeakable and detestable horror It's one of my all time favorite novels in the field Is Charlee Jacob an evil genius? I've been asking myself this question since I started reading Dread in the Beast, and after finishing it, I'm still open to the possibility.I'm rather astounded that this book won the Bram Stoker Award (technically tied), not because it's below par, but because it is so damn brazen It contains a premise that is immediately vulgar and taboo, and Jacob not only runs with it, she shoves it over a cliff where it tumbles into the roiling cesspit below and drowns in filth A nice change of pace from so many novels that treat their horror with a dainty touch, like the author's afraid to get their hands dirty I don't know if I have ever read anything so profane and debouched, and yet, the prose is dense and intelligent, each chapter packed with stylized language worth unraveling.Of course, all of this makes it a difficult book to recommend It's overstuffed with gore and depravity, and this will be a turnoff to many Others might grow weary of the endless barrage of gore and mutilation and, uh, scatological subject matter I did have to take my time reading it, as lengthy passages of torture and sexual violence could become taxing It's not a novel that relies on suspense, either, but overall, this is a horror novel which isn't shy about being a horror novel, and I'm surprised it isn'twidely known I wouldn't be surprised if it earns a cult following in time.I will certainly be checking out Charlee Jacob's other novels. It's a good book but I almost did not understand it although it's quite interesting Brutal, beauthiful, very intresting novel I loved it!