From the award-winning author of Our Lady of the Inferno comes another tale of New York in the Bad Old Days: A saga of murder, bloodshed, and betrayal set against the backdrop of Times Square at the height of its decadence and depravity. -Katie Rife
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Beasts of 42nd Street is more reflective than you might expect from a book whose main character is a junkie projectionist...but it\'s as vividly drawn and engrossingly readable as any dog-eared paperback from the heyday of pulp fiction. -Kealan Patrick Burke, Bram StokerAward-winning author of Kin and Sour Candy You could sit around and moan about how they don\'t write \'em like they used to, or you could get acquainted with Preston Fassel. -Rebekah McKendry, PhD Like the bastard lovechild of Paul Schrader and Abel Ferrera, Preston Fassel\'s Beasts of 42nd Street is a sleazy, audacious, razor-sharp slice of bloody exploitation...
You may be able to wipe away the grime after reading this book, but the smile will stay for days.
Fassel simultaneously winks at past horror sub-genres while delving into new and innovative territory, creating both a love letter to 70s exploitation cinema while weaving a tight, contemporary, psychological horror tale.
Preston Fassel has proven himself as one of our most powerful upcoming voices in horror literature with Beasts of 42nd Street.
A savage love letter to 70s exploitation cinema and a biting satire of toxic fan culture, Beasts of 42nd Street makes horror dangerous again as it ventures into the mind of a psychopath like no other- one that will have readers recoiling even as they keep coming back for more.
Andy loves the woman in the movie-and he\'ll go to any lengths to protect her...
The Beasts of 42nd Street will do anything to possess it, but there\'s something they don\'t understand.
The woman it stars is beautiful beyond imagination-and the images it depicts are more nightmarish than the darkest depths of Hell.
Only he knows where it came from.
No one knows who made it.
It\'s the only one of its kind.
He owns a movie.
There\'s something unique about Andy, though.
An unrepentant junkie, voyeur, and degenerate, he\'s only tolerated by the more dangerous men around him because he keeps the projectors at the Colossus theater running on time, entertaining them with the most extreme horror cinema money can buy.
In the kingdom of the damned that is 42nd Street, there\'s no lowlier subject than Andy Lew.
From the award-winning author of Our Lady of the Inferno comes another tale of New York in the Bad Old Days: A saga of murder, bloodshed, and betrayal set against the backdrop of Times Square at the height of its decadence and depravity
