I always lovely darkly morbid books. I really have. I was recounting my favourite book list for a project and each one that I have read has a similar vein – there are either gothic horror romps with bloody bits in their full form (The Gargoyle, Frankenstein), thrillers following unrelenting murders and intellectual trilobites between cop and villain (Silence of the Lambs) or have a sarcastic narrator at the helm of it (Angus, Thongs and Full Frontal Snogging). Most importantly, the hero at the core of it is probably not the most charming or angelic – enthused with visceral and destructive paths (Filth). So when Horns came into my possession, I have to admit, I was in glee that it seemingly combined all the pleasures I have when reading.
Horns is a tough read. Not just because of the sensitive subject matter but Hill is wields the theology and drama with a might that, while excellent, takes you a few pages to enjoy. Heavy in the sick debauchery that boils under the skin of every suburban down happily biting their tongue, stripping away their silence makes tantalising read. After all, who wouldn’t want to hear the neighbours spout their inner secrets? Hill deftly handles this with an amusing tongue at the centre of it. He combines Ig’s deterioration into his hellish exterior with the determination to find the killer well and balances it all with a voice that spouts the horror garb with this fresh wit and astuteness. Though Ig unravels as those around him do so too, Hill makes it an exciting read, a page turner into the decadence of, not just man, but religion and God. Making sure that he swipes at many, while still making the story empathetic, Hill’s exciting work titillates along with its horrific descriptions.
That being said, the subtler twists within the book are daring, as is the initial idea. Hill’s writing is original, unique and is definitely pleasing to horror fans out there. It bounces in the shadows happily and is a defining tale of anti-heroism in fiction (the best kind). While Halloween draws closer, and Daniel Radcliffe’s face is set to fill Ig’s horns – the book is a modern gothic romp with a viperous tongue that can ensnare the most prudish of horror readers.