Small horror publishers frequently offer expensive limited editions by favorite authors such as Ketchum. You can pay hundreds for a leatherbound volume in a hardwood case decorated with pewter skulls, or you can lay out $45 for the "trade" version. I got one of the 500 "trade" copies of this book, and like many of these expensive editions, it was a rip-off. I'm not gonna buy this stuff any more. Why lay out so much money on a book that turns out to be very ordinary and rather dull? Because you can't find the stuff anywhere else. And because in his/her other works, the author delivered.

Ketchum has written four novels I liked a lot (Offspring, Off Season, Girl Next Door, and Road Kill), and several that I didn't (Ladies Night, Only Child, Red). This short story collection seemed like a good bet, but it turned out to be a bunch of cliches, shallow use of formulas, and "idea" stories where the author had a bright idea ("what if this psycho guy decides to drive the wrong way down the freeway at night?") and goes nowhere with it. I guess the idea itself, robed in a few expository details and some gore (not interesting enough to make the book worth buying just for the gore aspect), is supposed to wow the reader, but I find this stuff unsatisfying. After reading three or four of these in a row in a collection, I get downright pissed off and throw the thing in the trash. (I offered it to my horror-insider specialty used-book dealer, but he has three copies on hand already and didn't want mine.) The paean to Henry Miller was a nice piece of writing, but it didn't move me greatly and didn't redeem the triviality of the rest of the book. I'd say this one is for Ketchum completists only. (And I disagree with Fiona about the cover art -- I think it's ugly. This is also one of the worst-edited books I've seen, full of typos and whole lines printed twice. For the price of this book and the folderol surrounding this sort of publication, it would be nice to see a text that has had basic proofreading.)

And it sure would be nice -- and make for a wider audience for the authors -- if horror publishers would release larger, cheaper editions rather than these pricey "collector's" editions that leave you feeling like you've been had.

When young (1964) I read Alan Clark's book Barbarossa and was quite impressed by, what I then thought, was it's scholarship and balance (though today it is rather dated and too opinionated, given the ever growing mass of new information available from sources such as the former Soviet Union and the volume of available memoirs and histories). I therefore expected to find in the 'Battle of Crete' a well researched historical narrative. Instead the author, far from supplying the reader with details on unit strengths, attrition rates by those involved, memories and details from both sides in the fighting, engages in disjointed flights of irrelevant and unsubstantiated whimsical fancy.

For instance he claims that the Australians were free men and thus militarily superior to their German counter parts, who suffered, we are told, from a mental mélange of Wagnerian fantasy, Nazi beastliness and general lack of 'moral Fibre'- they didn't perform to their usual standard of dedicated evil skill, but were just nasty, sloppy and silly. Though the Australian Army divisions (the 6th, 7th, 8th and 9th in World war II) at times, even quite often, peformed very creditably, their soldiers winning numerous bravery awards with an alleged cheery disrespect for the turgid British authority and of couse we in Australia continue to maintain this myth - that the average Digger was always a better performer than for instance the repressed, spindly comic English or the overpaid, oversexed and overpampered American ally, in fact it is wise to remember that there were also instances of regretable collapse, such as at Singapore (the desertation and hooliganism by elements of the 8th are well documented) or the 6th division's performance in Greece, which proved that 'Aussies' could run with the best of them. I recommend Clark read 'The Myth of the Australian Digger'. It is absurd for Alan Clark, who does not appear to be across recent Australian and New Zealand military history (which does recognise that lapses of discipline as well as war crimes were committed by some of their men against their Japanese and German foes) to make such an extravagant claim about the nationalities engaged for the battle for Crete. Has he actually met any of the German, Australian or New Zealand service men involved? To suggest in 2002, after the terrible performance by White Australians during most of their history towards their indigenous Aboroginal charges, that those in Crete were imbued by a spirit of 'being free' (whatever this may mean and Clark does not bother to explain) is quite ridiculous.

There are quite a number of sensible and interesting books on the Battle of Crete, some written by New Zealanders and Australians!, but this is most certainly not one of them. Indeed I find it hard to recall in recent years a work that is as poorly researched and constructed, riddled with prejudice and lacking a sufficient skeletal frame to hang a text upon. Maybe he is looking for an academic post at the University of Dunedin!

He devotes a great deal of effort in decribing the fearful casualties suffered by the (poorly performing) Fallschirmjäger in their drop on Crete plus how vast amounts of their weapons as well as ammunition fell into the defenders hands and how fragmented as well as disorganized the various surviving units were on the ground (valid points) and then proceeds to tell us that the valiant, in tact, rested, cohesive, but 'out numbered?' superbly organised, trained, spirited and talented Commonwealth troops managed to do better than hold their own (false), causing great execution on the numerically greater Hunnish hordes! He does not even give us the unit strength of the Fallschirmjäger Division, 5th Gebirgs Division, the actual numbers engaged in the various skirmishes, when nor those of the Australians, New Zealanders nor English who actually greatly outnumbered the attacker but their generalship was inadequate. A not altogether consistent yarn. He also makes much of the cruelty by the Germans but fails to mention the atrocities committed by some of the defenders, or the peculiar mental horizons of some of the Commonwealth soldiers - ie: Upham for instance! (a relative of mine, who jumped in the afternoon, was treated extremely brutally and in a cowardly manner by his English captors when taken a wounded prisoner). Indeed it is hard to understand from his narrative how the Germans managed to win at all and collect such a booty of prisoners...

The book is dated, and written very much from the british point of view. As the other reviewer notes the book makes moral judgements as to the participants with no basis to support, other than preconceptions.