I don't know what to say. I love Richard Laymon, and that worries me. Laymon's books are sick. Depraved. Evil. Disgusting. FUN!!!
This particular book is a quaint little story about a slimy, nasty, formless creature that enters a person's body through a roughly quarter-sized hole that it bores into. Upon chewing its way inside, this vile thing wiggles and writhes its way up the spine, causing the skin to bulge and pulse, and it latches onto the brain. Once there, it can send intense pleasure-sensations to its "host" and it uses this method to persuade the victim/host to perform unspeakable acts of murder, cannibalism and general mayhem.
Laymon manages to disgust his readers so thoroughly that they we just can't wait to see what he's going to come up with next. It's always something utterly, delightfully, repulsive. He's not to be missed.
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