Garth Marenghi’s TerrorTome: Dreamweaver, Doomsage, Sunday Times bestseller

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It’s admittedly a bit long and at times the wackiness did get a little hard to keep track of, but it’s difficult to know how much of that is really just the joke. The superb voice acting for the various characters adds an extra layer of comedy to an already very funny book.

Darkplace handled this desire to see Garth suffer by adding a bevy of behind-the-scenes “interviews” showing what a pathetic failure Garth’s life really is. These days, at least when comedians are involved, they’re often significant productions in themselves, and – perhaps – a means for lacking-match-fitness performers to edge back towards the live stage. Matthew Holness has ruined all books for me because now all I want to read is everything in the style of Garth’s writing. Even leaving the car door open while you’re outside is a killer, in all likelihood triggering the internal cabin lights without you realising.Of course, in the beginning, you'll wonder what the hell that reference was possibly about - but keep reading. His kneejerk prejudices and cruelty are always a good source of laughs (like when he decides to stop paying alimony for his daughter so he can afford to spend more time creating “visionary” art). The mercurial horror maestro and star of Darkplace delivers a trio of blood curdling tales from his long-lost opus in this side-splittingly spot-on parody of grisly supernatural blockbusters ― Waterstones --This text refers to an alternate kindle_edition edition. I guess it's marginally better than my current favourite "Just Another Apocalypse" because (i) it's shorter (ii) some of the sentences make sense. Garth’s inability to understand metaphor or treat the reader as anything more than an abject moron is consistently amusing (like when he stops in the middle of a suspense scene to repeat the plot in slow, methodical detail).

First introduced in the short-lived cult classic Garth Marenghi's Darkplace almost twenty years ago, Marenghi's pretentiously hackneyed mind was always the main attraction. Garth has been keeping his proverbial cards close to his chest (also proverbial) ever since the cowards that be refused to broadcast his protean vision and delegated it to a brief run in Peru.These man-on-keyboard erotic encounters are purple and blue in equal measure; so too the saucy goings-on with Nick’s agent Roz (“she rode me like a butcher’s cutting machine”) in the final excerpt. As a fan of Garth Marenghi's Darkplace I had to read this, and thankfully it lived up to my expectations, it’s ridiculous, cliched, over-the-top, misogynist and self-centered – in other words brilliant! By then end, you'll be joining the rest of us in wondering where we've gone so wrong in life that we don't have a childhood best friend of a psychic dugong.

Can he and Roz, his frequently incorrect female editor, hunt down these incarnate denizens of Nick’s rampaging imaginata before they destroy Stalkford, outer Stalkford and possibly slightly further? Reading this book turned my stomach upside down so I quickly read it again , which luckily left it the right way up, but a third or any odd amount of times would be a great discomfort. Yeah, it has its moments of hilarity, but the same gag is used over and over, and what at first seems like a new one, it later reveals to be, well, PLOT TWIST, to be the same one with a lot of fat surrounding it. Horrormeister Garth Marenghi makes a triumphant comeback with three linked tales of shuddersome, mind-bending fear . The legend, the master, the man - Marenghi is sure to deliver chills that will scare you to your bone jelly.The second and third segments are somewhat closer to actual stories with surreal, farcical metafictional overlays that mostly work, but I think they suffer from the overall superiority of the first bit. He reached into the glove compartment and drew out some extra rounds for his revolver, plus some Murray mints. Given that Jacinta had yet to forgive me for press-ganging our daughter into an early proofreading career, it would hardly come as a surprise to her if I suddenly recommenced hostilities out of the blue. The first story, Typeface is a very literal explication of the potentially masturbatory nature of writing.

Back then, with first Fright Knight and then Netherhead – and Darkplace, in due course – Holness wasn’t alone, but working with an estimable gathering of stage talent. He drew his former driving instructor’s Beretta 70 revolver, which he’d been given as a prize for passing, from the holster beneath his dressing gown (he’d come out in his pyjamas) and yanked open the Peugeot’s door. Not least (and perhaps the funniest) is the final 'chapter' where Garth reads out the copyright information. The hospital/hospital show setting grounded the absurdity of the series somewhat, but the novel is all over the place. There was no aroma on earth quite like the smell of a freshly printed paperback, even if ultimately it was the smell of dead trees.

Forced to fight his escaping imagination - now leaking out of his own brain - Nick must defend the town of Stalkford from his own fictional horrors, including avascular-necrosis-obsessed serial killer Nelson Strain and Nick's dreaded throppleganger, the Dark Third.