There are novels whose title and even their cover remind me of what those of us who visited the video stores of the 80s found in search of an action movie. At times it seemed that the covers and titles had to synthesize everything in an image and a simple but striking title.
The reissue of the novel El diablo forced me, by the Mexican Francis haghenbeck coinciding with the release on Netfix of a series that points to the black and fantastic genre such as that thriving market among young and old, adopts that form of an eighties film in its presentation, with a manifest invitation to a gothic violence whose plot one is enthralled without really knowing why.
With a point of homeland coincidence with Guillermo del Toro or Robert Rodriguez in terms of the fantastic aspect and the gushing blood, Haghenbeck abounds in that also Tarantine scene in which life and death take on a hilarious or maddening aspect, depending on how you look at it , but always with a morbid point that falls to the open grave on the reader.
Elvis travels through the great city of Los Angeles sitting comfortably in his Cadillac. He knows that without him the city could end up succumbing to shadows that have settled in the underworld since ancient times.
From Hollywood to El Sereno, all of Los Angeles lives under threat. But above all, the East Side, away from the nerve center of the great city, is where unspeakable parties are held and nights of perdition are lived.
Everyone in that God-forgotten neighborhood knows Elvis and has to turn to him when demons lurk. So Elvis becomes God, only armed to the teeth and ready to definitively kill those who have not just found out that they are dead ...
You can now buy the novel The Devil Forced Me, by Francisco Haghenbeck, here:
wow, it is very wonderful and scary