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Despite its title, there's nothing smooth or sexy about this skin-crawling debut from Kiernan, an author with one helluvan imagination and a startling lack of inhibition. At the center of this modern gothic horror story is Spyder Baxter, a deeply troubled young woman haunted by terrifying memories of childhood and her insane, abusive father. But his transgressions were so heinous that the demons aren't just in her head anymore; they've taken on a life of their own and are taking over Spyder's house, crawling out of the basement and into everything and everyone she cares about. Caught in Spyder's web of bad karma are a motley crew of disenfranchised Gen Xers all living on the edge and trying to heal various psychic wounds of their own. They've each got plenty of reasons to be hallucinating, and the author does a good job of blurring the lines between their bad acid trips and spectral sightings. But reading Kiernan is rather like deciphering entrails, filled with the violence of raw, edgy words: "The angry screech of denied retribution, raging shadows and nightshade teeth." Her rambling metaphors ("Dull smack of her shoulder against the wall, again and again, meat-thud tattoo") hint at inexperience, but her naked energy will appeal to grungers weaned on The Hunger.
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A serious mastery of visual imagery. You absolutely must read it. -- Carpe Noctem Magazine #14, Summer 1998, reviewed by Mehitobel Wilson
An engrossing and exquisitely lyrical novel. Caitlin Kiernan has established herself as a writer of considerable power and artistry. -- Hellnotes, 1998, reviewed by Brian Hodge
An incremental triumph of texture and layering. Kiernan's is a dark and mellifluous voice to which we should all listen. -- Locus, Vol. 41 No. 3, September 1998, reviewed by Edward Bryant
Personally, I just loved this book and can't wait to see what she writes next. -- The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, Vol. 96 No. 6, December 1998, reviewed by Charles de Lint
Style, mood, and characterization blend for an addictive and thought-provoking story, every bit a page-turner. -- Zealot.com, April 2000, reviewed by Shane Ivey --This text refers to the Mass Market Paperback edition.
What an unfortunate train wreck this turned out to be.
I wanted to knife every single character in this silly novel and just kept wondering why even they themselves... Read more
Every cliche possible is dusted off for this lame story. Based on the reviews I was expecting something really intriguing, but this was just silly, trite, and tedious.Published on July 1 2004
This book is wonderful. I've read it a few times now and I still find myself attached to many of the characters, wondering what will become of them (lucky we will be able to find... Read morePublished on March 25 2004 by Samm
I really don't understand what all the fuss is about. While there were definitely some well written passages in the book, but I found the oddball literary style and freakish... Read morePublished on March 2 2004
Kiernan surpasses Brite in bringing her characters to life! All were well fleshed out, and they felt like 'real' people in an unreal situation. Read morePublished on Feb. 5 2004 by varnya
This book is the most poetic horror novel I've read in a long time ... maybe ever. Poppy Z. Brite compared it to a gothic cathedral on fire, and that's really an accurate... Read morePublished on Dec 5 2003 by Amazon Customer
Atfer having gone through Anne Rice books, Tolkien books, Bram Stoker's Dracula, and so on, all these books have a very definite style of writing. Read morePublished on Nov. 12 2003 by "couzin2000"
Mysterious monsters harass Goth kids in this first novel from the prominent New Horror writer.
For me, the shiny sentence-level writing is the strongest point of this book. Read more
Traditional horror readers might be disappointed by Silk. The poetic descriptions are subtle, unwrapping too slowly to create enough thrill or tension. Read morePublished on Oct. 4 2003 by Lisa