Ghost Road Blues is the first salvo in Maberry's trilogy for Pine Deep's predicament with an evil that won't die. It starts off with a frightening haunted hayride — Pine Deep's big attraction — and ends with a small battle won, but the war is just starting. In between the beginning and the ending, you will find it hard to put down, even though it's over four hundred pages, as Maberry ties events seamlessly together by using simple actions to bridge them, keeping the tension moving at a brisk pace while still moving forward and backward in the narrative to build his characters.
The troubles for Pine Deep began thirty years before. Like the foreboding 1692 wheat blight in Salem Massachusetts, Pine Deep's cornfields are suffering and failing while a serial killer is murdering townspeople left and right; until the Bone Man stops the murderer in a bloody and muddy fight that nearly finishes him, too.
"I had nothing to do with that blight," the voice said.
"Oh, hush it," the Bone Man said. "Let the man write."
But that serial killer, Griswold, was not wholly human, and that inhuman part of him has festered and seeped into Pine Deep's cornfields, quietly growing stronger as it lay in Dark Hollow, in the ooze and slime of the marsh under the full moon all those years, patiently waiting to return. There are some in Pine Deep that look forward to that return; his followers, human monsters that go about their daily lives in quiet anticipation, just as the corn blight returns, forboding the hellish nightmare to come.
Tow-Truck Eddie is one of those followers, but he's nothing compared to Vic Wingate. Vic's a special kind of monster; a wife-beater and bully who Maberry writes too vividly, too real. Tow-Truck Eddie is just a psychotic killer who thinks he's the sword of God. He pales in comparison to Vic.
For the survivors of the horror that came and went thirty years ago, that uneasy feeling of dread has returned. Malcolm Crow remembers it all too well. Now forty, he's still powerful for a small guy, and takes on Karl Ruger, another sociopath soon to be in the service of Griswold, in a bloody and muddy fight that drives Ruger exactly where Griswold wanted him all along: Dark Hollow.
Before that happens, though, Crow is simply the proud owner of the local skulls, comics, and rubber body parts gift shop in town; but when Mayor Terry puts him back on active police duty to help with mad-dog Ruger's flight into Pine Deep, you know he's someone special. His main squeeze, Val Guthrie, thinks he's special, too. Val is also strong, and proves it when Ruger invades her home and starts beating up and terrorizing her family. In a tense series of pages, Maberry shows quite clearly why Ruger is feared and hunted by the police - and the perfect vessel for Griswold's plan.








Article comments
1 - Natalie Bennett
This article has been selected for syndication to Advance.net , which is affiliated with newspapers around the United States, and to Boston.com. Nice work!
2 - IL
Thanks!
3 - Faisal
I bought this book and read it solely becuase of the fact that it won the Stoker. After reading it, I have seriously started doubting the credibilty of the Bram Stoker Awards and all those authors who have chipped in with their blurbs. Pathetic does not describe it adequately. Its far worse than that. Badly written, extremely painful to read, this is by far one of the worst books I have ever read. Mr. Maberry should take some basic classes in creative writing. If he wants to convey that something was scary he will write "it was unspeakably dreadful and evil" and so on. This so so so so so bad :( :( :( I would have been better off reading some hack. At least they deliver and are not pretentious.
4 - Barb Harris
Wow...sounds like that last jackass has some kind of personal beef with the author. I thought personal attacks weren't allowed on these blog boards.
As far as my take on Ghost Road Blues goes...my book club just finished reading it (31 members), and we agreed that it was an excellent book, and particularly strong for a 'first novel'. Even out here in sunny Los Angeles I know I felt the creepy chill of the small eastern Pennsylvania town. This book would make a very, very spooky film.