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Robert Cooper
Author
Fly in the Ointment, Book II
What do Joseph Smith, yesteryear founding prophet of the Mormon church and Ying, a dazzling modern day woman of Shenzhen China have in common? Both, along with a circus of ghastly monstrosities, are supernatural horrors threatening an eternal hell for the occupants of a sprawling mountaintop manor. Our stage is populated by a man who finds his humorous take on life shredded in moments of supernatural inscrutability, romance, eroticism and the pall of death. His breezy life swapped for a landscape of dread atmosphere and forced intimacy with terror. Kevin Swan is a wealthy, puckish free-thinker — disposed to kindly endeavors and droll antics for the amusement of his buds. Things proceed swimmingly under Kevin’s rudderless charge till he commits to a particularly harebrained stunt — on a lark, he purchases a remote, 97 year old manor, atop a heavily forested mountain outside Pasadena, California. In trademark reckless panache, Kevin conscripts a quarrelsome, sketchy crew to serve as house staff. He labors fitfully to develop esprit de corps with his ‘staff’ and his companion — an absurdly large, and more absurdly psychotic, periodically violent, German Shepherd.  In a rare moment of lucidity and harmony, the cadre arrive at a consensus — they have blundered into an unspeakable horror in which they have no business. Unfortunately … reality can be an unforgiving bitch.
Reviews
Cooper’s unpredictable, epic-length series re-imagines the haunted house story as a sort of hangout comedy as a wealthy California man, Kevin Swan, idles and parties in his recently purchased haunted mansion, encouraged by a pair of employees who don’t seem much put off by the strange sounds, manifestations, and quite literal demon orgies. Picking up where the first volume left off, this installment opens with a horned-up stakes-raising setpiece, as Swan and company—seemingly committed to the most spirit-annoying acts possible—chuck into the furnace the mysterious tomes on unthinkable subjects that routinely materialize throughout the house. The bacchanal that results, centered on Kevin’s love interest Jane, blends horror, comedy, and queasy erotica.

The surprise is not that things get crazier from there, including that “kaleidoscopic” demon orgy that Cooper describes as “a spectacle of biblical insults,” or the messages on a chalkboard seeming to tally up the score in some game between “Hell” and “Paradise,” or the series of bizarre new discoveries in the cellar, including satanic statuary, or a chat with a corpse about the splendor of Versailles. Instead, the surprise is that neither Kevin, Jane, nor the comic pair of workers (including the Black chef given ill-advised dialogue like “You didn't speak no rule ‘bout no motorcycles allowed, boss”) seem especially shaken by any of this. About halfway through this hefty book—in which he’s already beheld long-dead relatives and a mad ape attack—Kevin at last notes “The ‘Fun-House of Horrors’ was losing its fun-ness, which left only the horrors.”

Kevin’s incuriosity and lack of urgency make much of the novel feel aimless outside eruptions of comic-horror. Some mysteries entice—what’s with the statue of Joseph Smith?—and Cooper springs some smart jolts, like the fate of a cell phone used to document the weirdness. The pace picks up with the arrival of an old friend, links to Kevin’s family and an ancient knife, all building to an unsettling and quite inventive cliffhanger climax.

Takeaway: Epic haunted house novel of bizarre scares, discoveries, and comedy.

Comparable Titles: Garth Marenghi, Jeff Strand.

Production grades
Cover: B+
Design and typography: A-
Illustrations: N/A
Editing: B
Marketing copy: A-

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