Just finished Shaun Hutson's horror novel Slugs. I'm doing a sampling of older British horror novels from authors who just might be the inspirations behind Garth Marenghi. Slugs doesn't disappoint. I went in not expecting much and was very pleasantly surprised that it was an unintentional horror-comedy book. Horror-comedy is my all-time favorite genre so I was really happy this one turned out that way. There's a bit of gross out, of course...and more than a bit of exploitation. There's at least one instance of a good comeuppance in here, too. Which I also absolutely love. Since there's no such thing as justice in the real world, it's quite nice to see some in fiction.
As you might have guessed from the title, the novel is about killer slugs. The novel isn't a slow burn, Hutson gets right to the point with the first kill in the first chapter of the book, but given that it's slugs, the novel covers a few weeks of time from start to finish. All the comedy is accidental. A lot of it comes from the implausibility of the premise, killer slugs as the monster in a horror book, but the author does handle the premise with an attempt at seriousness...he just picked slugs as his monster. One example is a man being held down by the weight of a few hundred slugs...a quick search tells me even with slugs double the normal size it would take about 1500 slugs to weigh about 6.5 pounds. And even the smallest cut or bite seems to hit major arteries and results in sprays, fountains, and geysers of blood.
A good, fun read if you like schlocky horror and unintentional horror-comedy.