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I don't know what they put in the water in England (obviously not fluoride - I only make this joke because the author did one similar) but something seems to warp some of the British authors - terribly. Some of the kinkiest horror I read is written by British authors (Williams definitely included). What's up with that?

"The Unblemished" was a nightmarish journey through first the English countryside and then the London cityscape. It has some of the most horrific word pictures I have ever encountered. Some of the scenes are just downright over-the-top NASTY! But Williams does weave a horrid tale of 'what if...'. He is a talented writer, a weaver of mind-altering bad trips. The story concept is unique. Character development was good.

This book is definitely not for the squeamish and I REALLY mean that.

Minor spoiler alert:
My only complaint - I thought the obliviousness of the London residents to the threat of their attackers was unbelievable. But then, thank goodness, none of the events in the book will actually happen. Will they?!?


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The Unblemished Conrad Williams 9780753513514 Books Reviews

I agree with M. Haber. While this author does appear to have considerable talent for prose, he unfortunately suffers from that peculiar malady which afflicts all those individuals seeking to elevate their work to the "literary" level he plays "hide the ball." He tends to wrap events in language calculated to obscure the story line, pursues details in an inappropriately irritating non-linear fashion, and leaves salient happenings largely unexplained, or so hooded in expository nonsense as to be fairly incomprehensible. Just tell the story, already!
as a result of the reawakening of a banished, slumbering 'unholy breed' burning with vengeance and creating gory mayhem, depicted in an avalanche of graphic scenes – "They are like us and not like us...A bifid uvula. A silverish tongue...Their limbs regenerate. They have no gag reflexes. The tips of their teeth are reinforced with zinc...Tiny flecks of magnetite in the thoracic cavity enable them to navigate an organic compass" (p. 168). They mimick humans, yet exhibit traits like the monsters of the Alien series (using humans as living incubators), behave like famished hordes of flesh-eating zombies (and/or bodysnatchers?), etc.

Meet uninspired photographer Bo, who becomes through an ill-fated decision a reluctant map reader of "the strange organic grid that rippled behind his eyelids...a resurrectionist, a deliverer of meals on wheels, unwitting trainer in the art of murder" (p. 269); desperate mother Sarah on the run with her ailing daughter; retired serial killer Salavaria, reminiscent of an ageless vampire overlord, coming out of his self-imposed recluse and his thugish sidekick Manser with a really abhorrent habit of sexual gratification; and a freakish trio under the monikers Graham Greene, Stanley Kubrick and Kurt Cobain.
There are scattered references to the origins of these ravenous creatures, dating back to the bubonic plague of 1665 and the Great Fire of London next year, and how their remnants had survived through the centuries, partly due to erecting the Black Cathedral (pp. 152-3) where the final showdown plays out in the present.
One might argue that on some allegorical level (?) this story is also about alienation and the omnipresent indifference of modern urban life, parents' dread to let go of their offsprings into a disensouled world, betrayal and predatoriness, etc. – read, for instance, London being "a surface city...[sitting] corpulent and drowsy in an armchair in every house... beckong its inhabitants over every now and then for another drag at their weak, irritated veins...” (p. 197, see also p. 156, 216).

The English author's mastery of the language is apparent throughout this gruesome and paranoia driven, albeit ice-cold and somewhat clinically detached ride, offering literary similes of plasticity (?) here and there "Winter moved through the air like a dog in mist" p. 154; "The moment stretches out, like the gum the girl has been twirling around her fingers" p. 120; "...filleting her of all sensations" p. 330.
I think this horror novel may benefit from a prequel, perhaps in a novella form, the same way Mr. Williams' surreal book Decay Inevitable (2009) begs for a sequel.

"There were other things now, tickling at her memory. Peripherals...Figures in dun fields that she had taken to be scarecrows and a suggestion of movement in them, beyond what the wind was inspiring. She had turned to see what she thought was heather clumped under a tree, but her mind was now insisting it was a body opened from throat to groin, its innards frozen into grey-lilac foam. Cloud shadow racing over the countryside. But the skies had been clear...Uncomfortable, claggy sleep. A dream of hunting. Of pursuance" p. 220.

(Please note that contrary to the product description this edition counts 347, not 288, pages.)
A slow moving roller coaster that somehow got placed in the Tunnel of Love, and a failed attempt to recreate Ogrish in text. There is no dread, no suspense, no horror, no terror, nothing. Reading this book, as it slowly plods long to its trite end, there are no feelings or emotions beyond hoping at some point it will get started. The first half of the book is in fits and starts. In the middle of it, everything around the characters pulls a 180, but the reader is considerately spared the excitement and details of that, and the second half involves the characters plodding around like the most extreme geriatrics, none having a clue what is going on, and not caring to share with the others what it is they know for the most part, or the reader. The book never gets into the fast-lane, but opens itself by crashing into a ditch, and spends the rest of its bulk revving the engine, spinning its wheel uselessly into the stale air.
Ambitious, beautifully written, wearing its influences proudly on its surface but with an energy and intensity that is purely original. Barker, King, Cronenberg, Thomas Harris, Ramsey Campbell...all seem to peek out of the text at times. But it also reads like a horrific, hallucinatory take on one of John Wyndham's apocalypses, or Keith Roberts's The Furies. It's not completely successful...some parts of the basic premise never clicked, and London's relation to the global picture felt thinly sketched, but it's still the most entertaining big horror novel I've read in quite a while.
I bought this for my sister so I can't really comment on this book whether it is good or not.
I've been a fan of this novel for a good many years, and only now dare I recommend it to anyone lest they think I have brain trauma. It's a slimy, gorey, sleazy romp through hell and a half, with cannibal fly-people and a rotten to the core human worse than any of them, pursuing a woman and her daughter who holds a terrible secret. Meanwhile, a photographer tries to get to the bottom of the whole mess. Awesome, icky read.
I don't know what they put in the water in England (obviously not fluoride - I only make this joke because the author did one similar) but something seems to warp some of the British authors - terribly. Some of the kinkiest horror I read is written by British authors (Williams definitely included). What's up with that?

"The Unblemished" was a nightmarish journey through first the English countryside and then the London cityscape. It has some of the most horrific word pictures I have ever encountered. Some of the scenes are just downright over-the-top NASTY! But Williams does weave a horrid tale of 'what if...'. He is a talented writer, a weaver of mind-altering bad trips. The story concept is unique. Character development was good.

This book is definitely not for the squeamish and I REALLY mean that.

Minor spoiler alert
My only complaint - I thought the obliviousness of the London residents to the threat of their attackers was unbelievable. But then, thank goodness, none of the events in the book will actually happen. Will they?!?