Dead Inside

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Warning – This review has been written for a rather odd book, and the content of this review reflects that and, as such, should not be read by anyone.

Debbie: That's so awesome as I agree, I consider The Satanist up there with Reign in Blood, Rust in Peace, and Number of the Beast! It's PERFECT from start to finish and that's so cool you have it on vinyl. I've been meaning to get myself a vinyl player and buy perfect albums like that which will never get old to play over weekends. Maybe I'll do it as a To: Me, From: Me, birthday gift or something end of the year :-P I don't like that you made me a smoker in your book," Autumn says, hitting her cigarette. "I've never been a smoker." I see a lot of people saying Morrison’s writing is brilliant and unique because all of this is intended as satire, and maybe that’s true and I’m the one who’s missing something here, but either way, Dead Inside didn’t work for me, and not for the reasons I expected. I’m glad it’s such a successful and harrowing novella for so many other people, but given that my issues with this story were so similar to my issues with the last Chandler Morrison novella I read, I’m thinking it’s time to accept that his writing isn’t for me.

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This is not an ordinary boy meets girl romantic story, which makes it my kind of story. I loved the dynamic between the twisted main characters, who just happened to be a nihilistic necrophiliac and a cannibal doctor. Their interaction, the way they struggle to open up, along with their inner dialogues felt both compelling and amusing. I was utterly hypnotized by it. Dead Inside focuses on a protagonist who is struggling with their own identity and inner turmoil. Through raw and honest writing style, Morrison has crafted a story that resonates deeply within readers who can relate to feeling lost or trapped in life due to social pressures or expectations. Chandler Morrison’s novel, Dead Inside, is a powerful exploration of human emotion and inner turmoil. I want to touch a little bit on why this book didn’t work for me. The interludes. Wow, did they throw me off. I feel like these breaks really didn’t do anything for the story other than disturb my reading experience. I really hate bashing on how an author writes/formats their books, it’s their art after all, and who am I to say anything about it? But I feel like if it weren’t for those breaks I would’ve really enjoyed this. Ass clenching and all. I always say take my review with a grain of salt because I'm in the minority with my rating. For most of the folks that I read this book with, this story really did it for them. But for me it was a big no. Listen, I need to get going, he’d said, gathering his things in sloppy haste. Uh, great poem, nice talking to you, see you next week. He’d almost tripped over his own feet on the way out the door. The professor had watched him go and then turned her gaze to me, raising an eyebrow. I’d just shrugged.

As with his other books, ALONG THE PATH TO TORMENT and DEAD INSIDE, Morrison’s writing style hits home for me - it feels like a warm cozy blanket that massages your body…no matter how depraved the words or subject matter is. Ha! Yep … it’s another Chandler book. Did I seriously stay up all day reading this book and get no sleep before work? Yep! Did I finish it in one sitting? Yep! Was it totally worth it? Yep, even better than I expected! At the same time, it questions how such spiritual beliefs may be challenged or undermined by scientific rationalism. But everyone smokes in a Morrison novel, so even on the meta-side it's needed. At one point one of his friends asks him about how he's going to write this horror novel. He tells them it won't be horror, but satire. "I'm contracted to write a Western with lots of blood, a high body count, and some supernatural elements. Nothing says it has to be horror." There lies the genius of this one. He does all of those things he's required to do. The body count is high, the violence is gruesome and yes, there's more than a hint of the supernatural… it's horror… but it's really more of a comedy. A comedy about what we the readers expect from this series, and him as an author, and how one can conform to that without actually doing what is expected.That'd be a perfect birthday gift to yourself :) What vinyl would be the first you think you'd buy?? Let’s wrap it up with my trademark closing paragraph, complete with social media friendly quotable line. Even the ending, with an interesting plot twist, was a solid way to end this strange book. Just like in those SAW movies, Morrison left the absolute worst for last and my goodness, it’s beyond demented. I was curious as to how all this would end and even I didn’t see that coming to the point where yeah, you finish it and are left wondering what the hell you just read. It’s a feeling that’s hard to explain but let’s just say, you feel guilty for reading this and will want to read a book to cleanse yourself because it’s that grimy and obscenely sexual. James Barton is Sheriff in crime-ridden Los Angeles. Incidents of violence are escalating and the Sheriff has little, if any control over the population as his various addictions, the result of a troubled past and an unrequited love with a local prostitute, render him both unwilling and unable to take action.

In doing this he has created one of the most fascinating books. He tells the readers the sections with him are a parody of himself and people he knows. He talks about going full "Charlie Kaufman in Adaptation meta" and proceeds to have a blast with it. One of my favorite moments is when he asks one of his friends what she thinks of the manuscript thus far. Her response:The "twist" was horribly predictable and dull, and the last lines of the book made me want to rip my hair out. I had to make up the final ending in my head so as not to go mad with frustration. LOS ANGELES, 1854. Felipe Alvitre and a band of teenage outlaws set out on a brutal, seemingly random killing spree across the San Gabriel Valley, igniting the ire of the Los Angeles citizens. Sheriff James Barton wrestles with a rapidly escalating crime rate and a populace that demands more from their corrupt, do-nothing legal system as the bodies continue to pile up. The crimes of the young Alvitre gang become symbolic of a greater frustration, and the sheriff faces mounting pressure to bring the outlaws to justice. His greatest battle, however, comes from within, and his responsibilities soon play second fiddle to his struggles with addiction and his toxic, unrequited love for a mysterious prostitute.