As Tuesday evening approaches like so many rogue Langoliers, devouring the fabric of our obsolete yester-world as they skate through the void, a sinister and steadfast consortium of morally ambiguous Tommyknockers is all that stands between the remains of reality and certain doom. Armed only with a talisman blessed by Peter Struab and a book of riddles salvaged from the burned-out husk of a runaway train, THE NIGHTMARE FACTORY is prepared to confront the encroaching darkness with courage, creativity, and an abundance of frivolity (because “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.”).
This month, our gang of rough-and-tumble rascals sets out into the wilderness of the BookPeople cafe to poke at the dead body that is Horns by Joe Hill. This maddening revenge anthem documents the corruption of an accused murderer as he embraces his Dark Half to literally embody the devil and exact extra-legal, transdimensional justice on the true killer of his beloved girlfriend. Traditional morality is jettisoned in favor of a more viscerally satisfying incarnation of vengeance as our anti-hero transforms himself into the renegade angel of retribution in order to not only even the scales but topple them over and melt them down into a blistering and useless liquid metal just for being there. The author was raised in a literary household (Stephen King is Joe Hill’s papa.), so we’re all psyched to see how junior stacks up against his old man.
THE NIGHTMARE FACTORY meets at 7:00 p.m. on the third Tuesday of every month in the old abandoned BookPeople cafe to chat about draculas, frankensteins, mummies, wolfmen, and creatures from the Black Lagoon, all the while shooting fearful glances over one another’s shoulders, wary of the depraved spirits that sometimes still lurk in the fringes between shadow and light. Join us on September 18th to discuss Horns and see how many Red Hots you can stuff in your greedy mouth at once before their fiery evil compels you to beseech Mammon to slake your hellish thirst.
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