I first read Relics shortly after its release in the 1980s, and as a young man who was not very well read, I quite enjoyed it. Fast Forward over two decades, and in 2010 this novel is an anachronism. Worse, however, is the relish with which Hutson churns out unnecessary cruelty for cheap thrills. I am along-time fan of horror both in novel and film form, but this is tacky and tatty horror without a redeeming feature. Hutson not only writes in a simplistic style reminiscent of early James Herbert, but he also has a quite unpleasantly cavalier attitude when it comes to what is acceptable for advancing a rather weak plot. If you enjoy reading about dogs tearing each other limb from limb there might be something here for you, otherwise you'd be better served with far superior writers like Graham Masterton.
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