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These are the chronicles of a book addict, a photo junkie, and an aspiring author, rewriting the very fabric of reality one page (and one snapshot) at a time. From the strange to the unusual; the abandoned to the abnormal; the haunted to the historic; the supernatural to the surreal; the forests of dark fantasy, the cemeteries of gothic horror, and the post-apocalyptic ruins of science fiction are the landscapes of my imagination.
Damn! Heroin in the Magic Now is some dark, weird, perverse stuff. It crosses so many boundaries, and obliterates so many taboos, it's hard to determine whether it's genius or just pure filth. The truth is, what Terry M. West has crafted is a bit of both, but it makes for one hell of a read.
Our story is set in a filthy, apocalyptic version of New York City, one where homeless zombies lay sprawled on the sidewalk, just down the street from creepy old vendors selling magical charms, and just around the corner from undead hookers who make the filthiest junkie prostitute of the real world look clean and healthy. It may be infested with monsters, but it's still a city of indifference, where nobody gives a damn about anybody else.
As the story opens, a pair of underground porn producers are meeting with the lead singer of the Bloody Carnivores (an anarcho-punk / extreme metal band) to discuss a promo video for their new album. The first act of the story is all about the making of that post-apocalyptic snuff film. It's actually a very well written bit of fiction, one that captures the very essence of such a disgusting experience with some very dark humor. The film itself stars an insecure young vampire and a prima donna werewolf, with a heroin addict directing, and a towering middle aged transvestite behind the camera.
Of course, any porn film with a surprise snuff ending is likely to have consequences, and the undead aren't too happy with anybody involved . . . even if Gary does agree to work for the other side of the grave and follow up that effort by filming the "Gone with the Wind of zombie porn." No matter how gross, how nasty, or how vile you can imagine that might be, you've still got a long way to go before descending to the true depths of West's perversions.
Heroin in the Magic Now is an incredibly bleak tale, full of monstrous perversions, and saturated sexual gore. It is not, by any means, a tale for weak stomachs or innocent minds. If you're okay with that, it's actually a very well-written slice of grim horror, with an extraordinary effective tone and atmosphere. Each scene is dripping with darkness, with emotions laid bare upon the page. Equally disturbing and powerful, it's a story that won't get the audience it deserves, but which should be appreciated all the more for it.