thathorrorbish's review
dark
mysterious
tense
fast-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? It's complicated
- Loveable characters? No
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
4.0
howlinglibraries's review
4.0
I feel like I've been meaning to read Cats Like Cream for ages and I'm so glad I finally did! It's a quick, fun, fucked up little story that left me a little grossed out at times (but in an entertaining sort of way, so it works).
✨ Content warnings for:
———
twitter | booktok | bookstagram | blog
✨ Content warnings for:
Spoiler
stalking, voyeurism, abduction, murder, necrophilia, hair eating———
twitter | booktok | bookstagram | blog
inkychaotics's review
5.0
This is a great piece of long fiction. A wild, unforgiving horror story where Miller holds nothing back. The dark humor is written so well and balances with the overall sick plot in such a perfect way. I have more of Miller's work on my shelves and cannot wait to read the other stories her mind has created.
whatmeworry's review
4.0
This review first appeared on scifiandscary.com
Wow. ‘Cats Like Cream’ hit me like a punch in the face and has left me reeling; it’s immediately compelling and I couldn’t put it down, even when I wanted to. At 51 pages it’s short even for a novella, but it packs a lot in, both in events and in the lingering chill that it leaves.
The protagonist is a sweaty, hair obsessed psychopathic real estate agent named Elwin. A man who hides secret cameras in the homes he sells so that he can watch the female occupants, while he tries to control his violent urges with a rhyme his mother taught him (“Cats like cream, little boys dream”). Naturally, he doesn’t succeed for long, and the story quickly descends into a nightmarish chain of murder, necrophilia and hair fetishism. More so even than the scenes of physical and sexual violence, what he does with the hair is still making me feel a little nauseous.
As an examination of obsessive, violent insanity it reminded me of John McNaughton’s film ‘Henry, Portrait of a Serial Killer’. It’s similarly bleak, unflinching and disturbing, like a slow motion car crash you can’t look away from. Horror like this can sometimes end up feeling cheap and exploitative, but this book never does. Instead it paints a disturbingly believable picture of insanity and obsession, with the escalating violence making a weird sense once you get inside Elwin’s twisted brain.
The writing is lean and taut throughout, the prose sparse and punchy and very readable. Renee Miller manages to construct a convincing community around Elwin, filled with living (and, given the nature of the book, dying) characters. What makes it all even creepier is that this environment and the people who populate it are familiar, and the ease with which Elwin inserts himself into their lives through his job in real estate is frighteningly credible.
The only thing that let the story down a little for me was the end, which has a nice twist to it, but felt a bit abrupt. That slight criticism aside I thought this was a great piece of short horror fiction and I’ll definitely be reading more of Miller’s work.
Wow. ‘Cats Like Cream’ hit me like a punch in the face and has left me reeling; it’s immediately compelling and I couldn’t put it down, even when I wanted to. At 51 pages it’s short even for a novella, but it packs a lot in, both in events and in the lingering chill that it leaves.
The protagonist is a sweaty, hair obsessed psychopathic real estate agent named Elwin. A man who hides secret cameras in the homes he sells so that he can watch the female occupants, while he tries to control his violent urges with a rhyme his mother taught him (“Cats like cream, little boys dream”). Naturally, he doesn’t succeed for long, and the story quickly descends into a nightmarish chain of murder, necrophilia and hair fetishism. More so even than the scenes of physical and sexual violence, what he does with the hair is still making me feel a little nauseous.
As an examination of obsessive, violent insanity it reminded me of John McNaughton’s film ‘Henry, Portrait of a Serial Killer’. It’s similarly bleak, unflinching and disturbing, like a slow motion car crash you can’t look away from. Horror like this can sometimes end up feeling cheap and exploitative, but this book never does. Instead it paints a disturbingly believable picture of insanity and obsession, with the escalating violence making a weird sense once you get inside Elwin’s twisted brain.
The writing is lean and taut throughout, the prose sparse and punchy and very readable. Renee Miller manages to construct a convincing community around Elwin, filled with living (and, given the nature of the book, dying) characters. What makes it all even creepier is that this environment and the people who populate it are familiar, and the ease with which Elwin inserts himself into their lives through his job in real estate is frighteningly credible.
The only thing that let the story down a little for me was the end, which has a nice twist to it, but felt a bit abrupt. That slight criticism aside I thought this was a great piece of short horror fiction and I’ll definitely be reading more of Miller’s work.
More...