An excellent debut and gripping mix of Lovecraftian horror, Delta blues, and ’50s noir. Bull Ingram is a terrific character, a hulking bruiser on a mission for a race records producer seeking his promo man and a singer he’d love to sign- Ramblin’ John Hastur. John Hornor Jacobs builds a compelling mythology that hints of Lovecraft and Blatty’s exorcist, but makes it all his own. With an opening line that rivals the infamous first line to Stephen King’s The Gunslinger- no I’m not kidding- and rich voice throughout, Southern Gods will keep you turning pages and draw you in to its dark world.
A treat for fans of the Cthulhu mythos, or anyone wanting to fall into a new dark world and be lost for the duration of the read.
© 2011 Thomas Pluck