Welcome to the Uninvited Guest Column. The purpose of this SinisterCity side street is to provide the denizens of SinisterCity a forum to sound off, be it an inchoherent rant, a snide comment or a well presented conspiracy theory. The first to mount the soap box is someone named Urga Ukkelmeier who meets not just one, but all three of the eligibility requirements in a single column, even though it is plainly weighted towards the inchorency. Urga submits this vicious and merciless lampooning of Your Honor's book review of Man Made Monsters by Mad Marv. THE SEWER BEAST by Millicent Wriothesley Humor and Horror may seem at different poles of the spectrum, but Millicent Wriothesley, a her-tofore unknown authoress, in a great stab at gore succeeds with what may appear to be a new genre of fiction: Herror. Chopping out the him in humor, she cuts the hairy pattern of a fabulous ballroom taffetta. Milking the screaming essence of the scrotum, she reduces the written word to the archetypical fear of what may come up the toilet in our most vulnerable moments. Millicent may be the unsung Billie Holiday of crappola. The Sewer Beast is a cameo without a hump. A veritable jewel of dread slobbering in the desert of our delectation. It is published by Pudge Press somewhere in the outlands of the Mons Veneris. Wriothesley takes up the were-beast theme for those enmired in the delights of pulp cliches. For those addicted to the repetitive slime of predictability, she will amaze and ensnare. Millicent gave up her Goth website after realizing that her brain was far more horrifying than her wizened dugs and her cellulite-riddled tusche. A domina on the decline knows when her hour has come. Fifteen years as a telephone sex purveyor lead her to realize that literature was her ultimate forte. Her way with words will kill out your manhood and save you tons of money wasted on futile sex stimulants and porno. Buy her book and save! Currently debarred by Amazon, Millicent is seeking more herrorifically sensitive outlets. Suspension of Disbelief: Wriothesley kills out your suspension, your belief and your disbelief. The perfect book for those desirous of reduction to a writhing, screaming bug, the favored state of horror buffs everywhere.
TWO BONES. Plotting: Millicent is highly suspicious of her readers. SinisterCity advises not sending in the postcard included in each book. ONE BONE. Blood, Gore, and Action:This category shows SinisterCity's liberal bias. Millicent Wriothesley is reputably Dick Cheney's favorite author, or at least, according to her NSA wire taps, has been host of one of the most frequently accessed phone lines to the secret crypts of our Shadow Government. Rumor has it Cheney has begged Millicent repeatedly to put him on the mailing list to her new book. Enough said. TWO BONES. Style: Millicent's style is mildewed and rotten. She was traumatized at an early age by the death of her date to the Junior Prom. He was a nerd into the works of Emily Bronte. She's a latent Victorian with a viscous web. So watch out! ONE BONE. Readability: She writes in American. That she writes at all makes her work inaccessible and ultimately dreadful. If you dropped out of school in the seventh grade, or are a product of post 1975 public education, forget it. Wriothesley writes for the Joe in the know on Poe. Not the John in the John, which only most subtly conceals yet reveals her sewery snare. MINUS SIX BONES. So with ZERO BONES, Wriothesley evokes the slightest palpitation in the SinisterCity Reading Room Seal of Approval. Guest Critic, Urga Ukkelmeier.
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