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I came across this book a few months ago on one of the shelves of another branch and it seemed like it was published by the same umbrella that also publish a slew of delightful horror writers such as my good man, Jonathan Janz. So after having read the synopsis, I was compelled to read this strange new author and as Hannibal Lector said, to the little kid on the airplane about to partake (unwittingly) of some poor sap’s fried brains, one has to try new things. Little did I know what awaited me in those pages? So enough with the bollocks and let’s get on with the blooming book review.

Austin and Angie has young family, with their newborn daughter Ceili. They’ve got a nice house in a seemingly nice neighbourhood though the one the houses close to them is strangely vacant and unoccupied. It is a simple life. Austin loves Angie though there are times when she gets on his last decent nerve. Aye, we’ve all been there. Well, personally I can’t honestly say that since I’ve never been married. And no, I’m not living that grand bachelor life as most would believe, though that would have been nice excuse but nay. And I divulged a bit of my life and … detoured . Dreadfully sorry about that. So one evening after one of those “moments” Austin makes his way to the local watering hole to drink his woes away and encounters a mysterious, raven-haired beauty named Regina. Regina has tattoos and a strange little book that she writes strange stuff in, and as she engages Austin in a conversation somewhere along the line she mentions that she’s a witch. And sure enough, some of us have been in that situation, where usually the conversation usually dies and folks go their separate ways or those who seek to pursue their curiosity maintain so from distance. Austin chose the latter (though not from a distance) and when Regina asked of his true desires, being the romantic, he mentions that wished his wife would die. Yes, you read correctly. A bloke meets a complete mysterious stranger in a bar, who claims to be a witch, and when asked what he would wish for most … aye. Now even Stevie Wonder on dark moonless night can see where this is heading. Several days later, Austin returns home from work and hears his wife chatting up a storm with someone in the house. She is introduced as the new neighbour that is now residing in what was once the strangely vacant house next door. His new neighbour is (you guessed it) the mysterious Regina. To make things even more interesting his daughter, Ceili, seems to take a liking to Regina. And then the shit hits the fan. One day Austin returns from work and finds his wife … dead. Some sort of accident. So as Austin starts looking forward to life as single father, Regina steps into his life to comfort him. She’s a good friend and even better, she loves Ceili and Ceili loves her. Yet, Austin still remains in a slump. So they decide to have night out and Regina just happens to find the most perfect babysitter in a town. Not bad for someone who’s new to the town. Red flags abound. After their date, Regina “melts” in Austin arms and they have mind-blowing sex. Nay. Red-hot, kinky, mind-blowing sex … that involves a wee bit of cutesy bloodletting ritualistic stuff. And so nightly erotic bacchanalia ensues and Austin, guided by the second “head”, can’t believe his luck. And just when the sex couldn’t get any hotter, Regina decides to take Austin on special date night to a special club. You know those clubs: by day it is simply unassuming house or building, but by night it is a party like no other where only certain folks get in. There might be masks, candles, whips, and passwords like “Fidelio” involved with Sisters of Mercy music being played in the background. Or so I’ve heard. But in Austin’s case, he was blindfolded on his way to this secret club. The club was called the Devil’s Equinox where beyond the regular dancing crowd were lower level dark rooms where a procession of hooded women dressed as nuns gathered and initiated new members into this “dark gathering”. Sure enough, Austin thought it was just all costume and kink, until he met the Mother Superior, who informed him that he was an initiate and that he to make a pledge to the Dark Lord. After giving in and “pledging” he was orally pleasured by one of the hooded acolytes that turned out to be … his babysitter. There is a field of red flags fluttering noisily at this point, but alas … Austin’s second head has serious case of tunnel vision. And somewhere in his mind it is occurring to him that Regina is not your garden variety weekend Wiccan, and she’s into some seriously scary and dark shit that would make Richard Ramirez cower and cry for his mother. Aye, all that freely given, great, fiery sex has a price. No strings attached, they say, sure, and I have bridge and beachfront Arizona property to sell you. And Regina has a diabolical plan that involves Ceili that would make your blood run cold and would soon put Austin in a fight for his and Ceili’s life… and soul. And just keep in mind the strangely vacant house I mentioned earlier. Just thought I should mention that … and that’s all. Not going to be a bloody tosser and ruin a good scare.
Disturbingly dark, Equinox will have peeking over the pages in a mixture of fear and anxiety as you race towards the terrifying yet interesting conclusion … that would satisfy those few that have a very dark sense of humour. And also might be warning to blokes that are hanging around hardcore matriarchal Satanic cults for the “good sex” … let’s just say it doesn’t end well. You’ve been warned. And yes, the grass is always greener … on the septic tank.

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Why, yes, it is another Jonathan Janz book and I can’t seem to get enough of his horror writing. And no, I’m not being paid one quid to promote his stuff (gasp!!!), and I actually like his stuff. And apparently he’s listening to my thoughts and writing tons of books every year. Maybe I should keep that part about him “listening to my thoughts” to myself. Too crazy? Oh well, enough with the bollocks and on with the review. Yeah?

Roderick Wells is the most celebrated yet reclusive writer in the world. So when ten “lucky” writers are offered an exclusive invitation to his summer-long writing retreat, their dreams are aglow with riches and literary fame. They, however, are instructed not to tell ANYONE about this invitation since that would be an automatic disqualification. Maybe it’s just me but that qualifies as red flag behaviour. I’ve seen enough horror movies that start with that premise … they never end good. Or maybe I need to get out more. Maybe. The winner of this contest gets three million dollars and a recommendation to the publisher, of their dreams, to publish their books. Upon arriving the participants are made to wear blindfolds and are taken into a strange forest that has a Gothic-type mansion in the middle of nowhere. Yes, more screaming red flags that even Stevie Wonder can see on a dark, moonless night. Among the writers is Lucy, an actual published Young Adult (YA) writer that had great but short-lived success with one book and has yet to write another for over a decade. There is also the unpublished Rich and rising star Elaine. And there are few sociopaths within, Anna and Bryan. During their first meeting with an old Roderick Wells and his alluring youthful wife, Amanda, Rich receives a scary premonition about Roderick. And the shit hits the fan. With no access to the Internet but a great sprawling library available, the writers have to create stories and everyday are selected to read their stories to everyone else (I once took a class like that … one the best English classes I ever took in college). The genre was selected by Wells and it turns out to be (wait for it) … horror. Yes. Writers that are found lacking are treated to acidic criticism by Wells who make Simon Cowell seem like Julie Andrews in the Sound of Music. And they are eventually “eliminated” or as Wells would put it … “sent home”. Sort of like saying that the ailing Fluffy was being sent off to that “wonderful” farm to roam freely with all the other animals. Even more disturbing is that the eliminated writers tend to leave without their possessions, which Wells’ manservant, Wilson, claims that he’ll take care of it. Sure thing, mate. The strange thing is that as writers become “eliminated” Wells seem to get younger and strange things start to appear in and around his mansion. Maybe it is just the atmosphere. Yeah, and I’m the Queen of England. Strangely enough, what started out as a seemingly random gathering of writers turns out to be anything but. They are all bound by pasts filled with misdeeds and skeletons (some literally) in the closet. And no … I’m not going to spell out those misdeeds that ranged from bloody sleazy to viciously disturbing. Yes, I’d be a tosser if I robbed you of all the fun. So there.
Roderick Wells is Hannibal Lector (without the cannibalism … I think) meets Julie Andrews (minus the cheery demeanour) with a hint of Dracula (minus the fangs … I think). A good portion of the book was dedicated to revisiting the sordid, dark pasts of these writers, which adds beautifully to story and will easily evoke emotions for these characters. Basically those you’d love to see live or die (gruesomely). But be careful and choose wisely (or play it safe and don’t choose at all), because this IS a Jonathan Janz book. Don’t become attached to characters. You’ve been warned. Enjoy the read.

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Running title: Gray Day – My Undercover Mission To Expose America’s First Cyber Spy

This title appeared in one of our earlier monthly non-fiction book lists that we use to determine which books we should buy for our library branches. There is a good possibility that I may have selected this book but somehow forgot about its existence … until I came across it in the stacks. And then the memory floodgates opened and I remembered salivating like a Pavlovian dog on the synopsis. I need to get out more. And since I was “jonesing” for a book to read and simply grabbed this for my literary “fix”. But enough with the drug allegories and other such bollocks and on with the bloomin review. Yeah?

I do remember when this story broke back in the early 2000s, it was quite the shitstorm. Robert Hanssen, was one of the biggest moles, in American history, who sold secrets to the Russians and compromised much of America’s tactical strategies against our enemies. On the bad side of things (yes, you are reading right) he compromised the lives of many agents and Russian defectors. Needless to say, America was tremoring for months after this broke through and for that period I was curious about this.

Eric O’Neill was an FBI “ghost”, agents capable of efficiently hunting and capturing spies and intelligence traitors. He was also newly married to Julianna, a former citizen of (then) East Germany. Something that he did not disclose to his superiors and got him sidelined for about year. Apparently, having romantic dalliances with women from former Communist countries whilst working for the US government was frowned upon … compromised security and all that good stuff. Then one day, he was suddenly enlisted on a spy hunting mission. The target, one of their own: Robert Hanssen. Robert Hanssen, at the time, was selected (also off the sidelines) to start (get this) the FBI’s first cybercrime unit. In other words this was more than the fox guarding the henhouse; he was bloody building the henhouse, too. The mission, should he choose to accept it (and thankfully did) was to work as subordinate of Hanssen and observe him. Oh right, Hanssen is also a master spy that is very elusive (for more than a decade) and this might be the Bureau’s last chance to nail his sorry ass (no pressure). And there begins the intense cat and mouse game. The problem is that as you progress throughout the book you start to question who is the real cat or mouse and yes … this perspective will change a few times during your reading. Now if you are expecting to read a boring book about some bloke observing a traitorous tosser, you are in for a shocker. Despite the knowledge of how this story ended, Gray still retains that icy grip of a thrilling, suspense-riddled spy novel (Jason Bourne be damned) that makes every page hard to resist turning and sometimes waging a battle with insignificant things like eating, sleeping or using the bathroom. There are some jaw-dropping revelations that appear in this book and it does not favour the FBI about the numerous times the Bureau may have dropped the ball that could have easily ended Hanssen’s long spree. Much earlier. Thankfully the Bureau have learned and has evolved. And as O’Neill struggles with the task on one hand and his law studies on the other, his homefront begins to take a beating. Odd hours at work, mostly due to a “broken server”, being distant in conversation and strange phone calls are putting a strain on his new marriage. He is unable to discuss his work with a woman he is terminally in love with and this begins the slow unravelling on both sides. Robert Hanssen comes off as an arrogant, covertly-cocky, know-it-all that will solicit very little or no sympathy from most readers.
Gray Day is, subtly, a tribute to the folks that work at the FBI and what they do. Yes, apparently it is more than interviewing serial killers that have a penchant for Chianti and fava beans.Most of all it gives a snapshot of the toll and the cost that many of the agents have to pay for the sake of protecting this beautiful country despite some of the bollocks, concerning their abilities, that have been floating around on the airwaves during a certain investigation that involves a certain far east country (there I said it). Jolly good show, Mr. O’Neill, and thanks for your service.

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