Ramsay Campbell is unpredictable, and it’s kind of hard to guess what
you’re going to get. I wouldn’t put The Nameless (1981) at the
forefront of the Ramsey oeuvre, because although it starts well, it
transitions to the climax too slowly for me. It depends what you’re
reading for I guess, and I'm more of a shock a minute type of reader.
So although Epic, Ramsey Cambell's volumes are to be treated as
personal.
The story is about a woman who has lost her daughter, only to receive
a phone call nine years later from a person she believes is the girl –
and it all leads her into the world of a hideous and sadistic cult of
people with no names – among other things.
As far as I know, The Nameless is the only one of Ramsey Campbell's
many novels to have been filmed – so far. It’s a pity, yes, but it
certainly is the easiest in terms of plot. I can't say I enjoyed the
film, which is something of a modern gallio, if you know this Italian
genre. I had no idea they were still making them, and I was surprised
they even optioned this novel for it, as it bore so little relation. A
proper, even British, film of The Nameless would be more satisfying.
The highlights in The Nameless come pretty early, when the hero
Barbara is creeping around the deserted safe houses used by the cult,
making shocking discoveries. These are truly creepy scenes with an
atmosphere that isn’t caught again until near the end. During these
genre-perfect thrill-a-page passages, which seem in parts as stock as
anything James Herbert might produce, the book is diverting, enjoyable
and possessed of a down to earth suspense that is best served late at
night.
As is common though in the horror game, The Nameless doesn’t lead to a
ultimatell, full-on, epic and fulfilling ending; I mean, the end is
good, but perfunctory, given the build-up was so fantastic.
Horror fans are fussy like this, and I know among the most demanding.
A lot of horror reading is about enjoying the moment as opposed to
imagining a fulfilling and entire work. It means that the great build up
, which really comes to very little, proves in a way that the high
hopes enjoyed throughout the book must be valued – not dismissed merely
because they are dashed aside in closing.
Finishing is so hard to do, and we can never know if there are
sadistic forces at work behind the scenes in a writer’s life. It is
after all, a horrific business.
The Nameless at the Epic Volumes Vault
http://peterburnett.info
The Nameless at the Epic Volumes Vault
http://peterburnett.info
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