In addition to “DE”, it looks like Klin was also suffering from a mild form of PRIAPISM. I'm not sure how else to explain a 40+ year old man, alone on the water experiencing random stiffness: “He cursed as he suddenly became aware of a hardness, and a protrusion in the front of his shorts.” Ich erwarte von einem solchen Buch keinen Realismus aber fest steht, dass Smith keine Ahnung hat wie Gerätetauchen funktioniert. Und Militär auch nicht. Und Presse. Und Gleichberechtigung. Und ... naja, ihr versteht schon... Hadji, R. S. (May–June 1983). "13 Worst Stinkers of the Weird". Rod Serling's The Twilight Zone Magazine. TZ Publications. pp.86–87. There is something to be said about horror-/genre-fiction sex scenes from this era (and really, through at least the 90s) in how utterly pointless and rote they were: very middle-class white dude (anti-)titillation. Always using the same language and general set up: members exposed to cool air, fumbling hands finding their way in the dark (nearly always the dark), warm moistness [one of the least sexy word combinations in the English language], a hand to guide the man in before the thrusting begins, and absolutely zero actual sexiness. They never add anything to the plot but a moment of general awkwardness for the reader, and yet they were nearly always included in these books. It's strange, really. A claw was raised. A gesture of defiance. An expression of the most unbelievable malignancy. He might be thwarted but he refused to concede. He moved, scarcely able to drag himself down to the edge of the lapping water. Then he was gone with barely a ripple to show that he had ever been.

Night of the Crabs, by Guy N. Smith Book Review: Night of the Crabs, by Guy N. Smith

In trying to describe the invulnerability of the Crabs to the inept military leaders, the Prof says, “You haven’t seen these monsters. If you had, you’d know what I mean. I’d have to see ’em blown to smithereens with my own eyes before I’d believe they’re not invincible.”...This, of course, is a classic restatement of the scientific method. Objectively I know I should be rating this book 2 stars, but it was so funny and just so absolutely bonkers that I'm going to have to give it four. More than anything in my entire life I want an audiobook set of this series narrated by Matt Berry. I'm not sure how to review this one having just finished it but I'll list a couple of my favourite quotes below: Verdict: No other book about giant crabs invading Wales could possibly compare to Night of the Crabs. It is a gross literary injustice that this book is not on the list of 1001 Books You Must Read Before You Die. Wow. Gar nicht mal so gut. Ich habe viel Liebe für das Monster-Genre und habe mich deshalb schon lange darauf gefreut diesen "Klassiker" zu lesen. Okay, now we all know that sex/nudity and violent, bloody horror go together like peanut-butter and chocolate. HOWEVER, this pairing comes primarily in two separate combinations that are very, very different.Then the drownings begin. But it is not until the underwater army, driven driven by its need to kill and gorge on human flesh, crawls up on the beach that the authorities understand the massive threat they face. And when the screaming stops, the crunching of bone and munching of flesh begins…

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The author,Guy N. Smith, wrote seven of these crab books. This is the first, published in 1976. The last, Killer Crabs: The Return, was published in 2012. Thats an impressive load of crab-oriented fiction. Maybe that's my hang-up for expecting something of substance about a yarn concerning crabs the size of automobiles who are as intelligent as we are and hate us with a blinding fury. But you have to realize the historical context in which Guy N. Smith’s giant crab epic was written. It was the 70s. It was an era of bold new interpretations of Nature Behaving Badly:Not only are these gigantic enemies of mankind colossal in size and naturally armoured to the teeth (not that they have them) by their huge shells, but they also display a surprising level of cunning and intelligence. Led by a (briefly glimpsed) ‘King Crab ’, these organised crustacean ranks pose a severe threat that certainly gets the juices flowing! The battle at Barmouth as the crabs army invades the seaside community is perhaps the very pinnacle of the novel. The death, destruction, and utter mayhem caused by the sudden invading crab army is quite frankly superb! Cliff felt that thrilling sensation of his zip being pulled down, her fingers groping inside the open vent and then the coolness of the night air on his warm moistness. He gasped with pleasure. Pat Benson certainly knew what she was doing! Cliff withdrew his left hand from the warmth of Pat’s tight sweater and felt for the fastener on her jeans. Then he pulled her zip down and she lifted herself up slightly off the ground so that he could unclothe her. The whiteness of her thighs was in itself seductive in the soft moonlight, the darker triangle of soft fluffy hair between them seeming to withhold secrets from him. Secrets of men who had lain there. Men who had been sexually satisfied beyond their wildest dreams. And of one man who had walked away in preference for another woman. The novel’s virtues are in its fast moving story and easy to read prose (this doesn’t mean the writing is especially good, mind you!). But as a gorefest the book is a disappointment, and as a monster mash only marginally satisfying. I can only hope those problems are ironed out in the subsequent CRABS novels, as I like my trashy fiction heavy on the trash, dammit! Exciting, poetic and bristling with tension, this is the finest book to have ever been written about giant crabs, bar none.

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Have a healthy passion for 'creature feature' entertainment, particularly the ones of the late 70s and early 80s.And since Roger Corman delivered the signature statement regarding giant crabs in 1957, few authors would have dared to try adding to this illustrious canon. My father was a dedicated bank manager and I was destined for banking from birth. I accepted it but never found it very interesting. During the early years when I was working in Birmingham, I spent most of my lunch hours in the Birmingham gun quarter. I would have loved to have served an apprenticeship in the gun trade but my father would not hear of it.

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I'm not afraid of crabs (or any other shellfish. or corn on the cob.) and neither are my friends. We know exactly what to do. Butter. Spices. Beers. Of course, be advised that you will be cheering for the CRABzillas in this story as the human inhabitants are so hopelessly inept that by the time they get ripped into gory chunks of stupidity you're just sighing thankfully that they've been flushed out of the human gene pool before they had a chance to breed. That is, of course, except for our intrepid hero, Professor Cliff Davenport, whose genius and MacGyver-like ability to squeeze out of tight situations and develop “on the fly” solutions to seemingly unsolvable problems is a “groan inducing” joy to behold.

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Night Of The Crabs’ is the true beginning of the all-out crab war. It’s a classic pulp horror novel that is hard to be bettered for such an unashamed far-fetched enemy. An enjoyable read is most definitely the understatement of the century! Writing books that are really awful and yet also manage readable and fun is hard. Films can pull off the “so bad it’s good” thing much more easily because they require so little effort from the audience. Watching a cheesy b-movie and you can just let the bad acting, script and direction wash over you and appreciate the bits that make it great - the sex and the violence. In ‘Night of the Crabs’, Guy N Smith proves himself to be an extremely talented writer. The book is terrible, often laughably bad, but it’s also a blast.