By John Boden
I have been lucky to get on board as a Cesare fan since way back in 2012, when John Skipp started singing praises for his debut novella, Tribesmen. I have been fan since reading it. I've met Adam in person many times and his over all knowledge of the genre is staggering. And after reading The Con Season, I can tell you he has yet to let me down.
This book will hold a lot more for those who have frequented the convention circuit and paid close attention than it will for those who don't, which is not to say it will be a less entertaining experience. It means that there will be many instances of nuance and sly winking that may soar right over your head.
The book begins with Scream Queen Clarissa weathering through yet another convention weekend. She's tired and weary of it all. And to kick her while she's feeling down, she discovers her manager has not-maliciously lost her money--damn near all of it. That's when she finds an invitation to a convention in her spam folder, a con that promises not only loads of many but a unique experience guaranteed to put her back in the saddle so to speak.
She accepts the invite to what promises to be a "fully immersive" fan convention, thinking it will be yet another weekend of horny basement-dwellers and acne-dotted kids. She would be wrong in that assumption. The folks who are holding the convention are fans, a different kind of fan. They're fans of the psychotic behaviors, the blood and the death. Clarissa and her fellow "guests" are in for an experience like none they've ever had.
Like all of Adam's work, The Con Season scorches with it's wry observational voice and liberal doses of satire and gore. It's cinematic pacing and realistic characterizations are added ammunition, being lobbed at you as you dodge and dive to avoid the punches.
Adam Cesare is a name you can trust, a go to for highly effective horror and darkly disturbing fun.
The Con Season is available from Black T-Shirt Books and Amazon