His fanbase was global and, in particular, he had a large following from Poland, where over 35 of his novels were translated and published in the early 1990s. [8] In recent years, he was again being published in Poland and in 2020 a Crabs omnibus was published in Russian. Several bootleg copies of his works had appeared in Russia in the 1990s. 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.

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. I was born on November 21, 1939, in the small village of Hopwas, near Tamworth, Staffordshire, England. My mother was a pre-war historical novelist (E. M. Weale) and she always encouraged me to write. Somewhat limited by the events and final outcome from ‘Night of the Crabs’, Smith decides upon the simple (and relatively safe) option of simply delivering a novel bursting with crab action. Fast paced as it is, the novel still comes across to the reader as shallow without any real substance to the overall plot. The remaining half of Eh! looked slightly confused. "Were you saying my name, or just going "Eh!"?" She inquired curiously. 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!This book was written in the 70's so I had some issues with the views on women, but I understand this book is a product of its time, so that's cool. Oh wait, now we have the Doritos Locos Taco. So never mind... at least Night of the Crabs will not give you orange fingers and heart disease. There are indeed cattle-sized crabs afoot, hundreds in number, that emerge each night from an underwater cavern. There’s a military base nearby, but it does little to staunch the crabs, seeing as how they have apparently bullet-proof shells.

Night of the Crabs’ is the true beginning of the all-out crab war. It’s a classic pulp horror and splatterpunk novel that is hard to be bettered for such an unashamed far-fetched enemy. An enjoyable read is the understatement of the century! And that man can rap too. Here is a sample of a few of my favorite quotes from old Professor Problem-solver: 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. Characterisation is generally pretty solid and well developed. Yes many of the characters are pretty darn clichéd. The oafish Colonel Goode plays out his role perfectly, whilst our principal protagonist, Cliff Davenport, just becomes more heroic (in a very understated British fashion) the further through the tale you are. The characters are each strong in their roles and vital to the progressing storyline, which helps makes the novel as a whole that little bit more subconsciously engaging for the reader.Guided by the full moon and their King Crab leader, the crabs show their unforgiving hatred for humanity as they hit the people of Shell Island again and again, whenever the moon is full. Yeah, reading that scene was kind of like the disappointed moans of the Satellite of Love crew at that scene. Book 4, #2: Teenage girl who trying to have sex with the town popular boy in view of her partying friends, hoping he'll get her pregnant. "That way he would have to do something about it and she would have the laugh on all of them." Crabbed. That's awesome, despite being the second silliest thing I've ever seen Godzilla do. On Mystery Science Theater 3000, it even amused Joel and the bots. Night Of The Crabs’ was the first instalment in Guy’s signature ‘Crabs’ series, but should possibly be read after the later released prequel entitled ‘ The Origin Of The Crabs’ (1979). The prequelends exactly where ‘Night Of The Crabs’ takes off, bringing together a seamless and tight storyline to begin the crabs series off with.

Guy N. Smith’s epic masterpiece covers the entire spectrum of human/crab drama, from military tactics to life, death, and romance to scientific inquiry.Everything else was forgotten, the faked suicide, his new life. He was only too well aware that the life of Milton Hogarth was ending. Brian stood in Karen's throne room, his scientist getup on, to make sure everyone knew he was the scientist. "I tell you!" he told them, "There's only one way to get rid of these crabs!" But although he has undoubtedly left an indelible mark on the Giant Crabs Invading Wales genre, one that will probably never be matched by any other author, I think all his subsequent work must inevitably fall short of the sparse brilliance of Night of the Crabs. What’s going on?” Cliff whispered. “This is so bizarre; it’s as though they’re waiting for something!”