Night of the Crabs (Crabs Series)

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Their lips met again, tongues probing and entwining. Both of them were experiencing the awakening of something which had lain dormant in them for so long. Rapidly they were getting out of control. Nothing else mattered…not even the giant crabs! Chalked full of every single macho-man cliche, creature destruction, overly descriptive sex, violence, and pulp like writing, Killer Crabs was basically everything I was looking for in a book to fuel my (immature) masculinity and to add to my Spooktober reading list. Guy Newman Smith (21 November 1939 – 24 December 2020) was an English writer best known for his pulp fiction-style horror, though he also wrote non-fiction, softcore pornography, and children's literature. As the heat of passion left her, Caroline de Brunner began to sob uncontrollably. Her whole body shook with the spasms, and she buried her face against his chest, scraping her cheek along the matted hair. Maybe that's my hang-up for expecting something of substance about a yarn concerning crabs the size of automobiles who are as intelligent as we are and hate us with a blinding fury.

Crabs Series by Guy N. Smith - Goodreads

An all out war ensues, with the monstrous crustaceans now swarming onto the helpless community of Shell Island. The military presence on Shell Island is almost completely annihilated by these seemingly indestructible freaks of nature. I was born on November 21, 1939, in the small village of Hopwas, near Tamworth, Staffordshire, England. My mother was a pre-war historical novelist (E. M. Weale) and she always encouraged me to write. Our hero Cliff Davenport from ‘Night of the Crabs’ is soon on the scene, joining forces with a local fisherman by the name of Klin. The battle is on to protect the local population from these giant ruthless crabs as the crustaceans wage war on the community. With the coming of January the spawning cod began migrating into Vestfjorden off the bleak Lofton Islands."

In addition to “DE”, it looks like Klin was also suffering from a mild form of PRIAPISM. I'm not sure how else to explain a 40+ year old man, alone on the water experiencing random stiffness: “He cursed as he suddenly became aware of a hardness, and a protrusion in the front of his shorts.” The Guy N. Smith Fan Club was formed in 1990 and still has an active membership. We hold a convention every year at my home which is always well attended.

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Oh goodness gracious, this is the most fun I'm had reading a book since I don't know when. Sorry Mr. Strand, you're just going to have to bow down to the author of Night of the Crabs. Book Genre: Adventure, Animals, British Literature, European Literature, Fiction, Folklore, Horror, Humor, Monsters, Novels, Pulp, Science Fiction there are many different karens in this messed-up little head of mine. there is the karen that gives five stars to wuthering heights because it is great and everyone knows about it. there is the karen that gives five stars to the sea came in at midnight because it is great and not everyone knows about it. there is the karen that gives five stars to the marvelous monster because it is a childhood favorite. and there is the karen that gives five stars to this book. they should all be treated as though they are different people, and their opinions given different weight. and later (again alone at sea) “The was a slight bulge in the front of his shorts which proceeded to grow rapidly once his thoughts fully centered on it.” For pulp horror fans, splatter-punk enthusiasts, and all lovers of Guy N Smith’s other work, this novel is so much of a must that you should stop reading this review now and grab yourself a copy this very second.His laughter died away. Those eyes bored into him, live coals that glowed. Evil. He swallowed. These things were real. Horrors that actually existed, terrible to behold on a deserted moonlit beach. Imagine a fishing-obsessed 9 year-old making up the coolest guy he can think of, and you have Klin.

Night of the Crabs (Crabs, book 1) by Guy N Smith

In trying to describe the invulnerability of the Crabs to the inept military leaders, the Prof says, “You haven’t seen these monsters. If you had, you’d know what I mean. I’d have to see ’em blown to smithereens with my own eyes before I’d believe they’re not invincible.”...This, of course, is a classic restatement of the scientific method. There!” Cliff had spotted another movement amongst the waves. “Something’s…Oh, my God! Just look at that one!” The novel’s virtues are in its fast moving story and easy to read prose (this doesn’t mean the writing is especially good, mind you!). But as a gorefest the book is a disappointment, and as a monster mash only marginally satisfying. I can only hope those problems are ironed out in the subsequent CRABS novels, as I like my trashy fiction heavy on the trash, dammit! Fetid breath...grinning... gloating? Are you kidding me? A gold star to anyone who can show me a photo of a crab gloating (believe me, I looked). Hissing? Hissing for cryin out loud? Plus, I’m sorry, I don’t care how big and ugly the crabs are or how fetid their breath is, there is no such thing as a “menacing” antennae. Also, for the record, the commas in the second quote above are exactly how they appear in the book, but I didn’t even have the energy to get into the punctuation.But you have to realize the historical context in which Guy N. Smith’s giant crab epic was written. It was the 70s. It was an era of bold new interpretations of Nature Behaving Badly: I was first published at the age of 12 in The Tettenhall Observer, a local weekly newspaper. Between 1952-57 I wrote 56 stories for them, many serialized. In 1990 I collated these into a book entitled Fifty Tales from the Fifties. That particular scene ends with Cliff exclaiming “we must still keep an eye open for those crabs” which is probably one of those things you’re not supposed to say during sex. Guy N. Smith’s epic masterpiece covers the entire spectrum of human/crab drama, from military tactics to life, death, and romance to scientific inquiry.