Robin Anderson Author Reviews

The Evil That Men Do – The Evil I Have Done

★ ★ ★ ★ ★

"You’re not going to believe this…"
Grady Harp

For those who have followed at least a few of the many books penned by British author Robin Anderson’s
forays into the naughty of adult `fairy' tales this new book that admixes horror (of a sort) with comedy is a
step into solid craftsmanship: it will come as perhaps no surprise but will be welcomed with a least a dozen
laughs on every page. As this reviewer has written before, `Robin Anderson is a unique writer with no
imitators: no one can write hilarious fiction with as many sexy zingers and wild characters as he.' The
words stand and are embellished by this his loony foray into make believe land (as if all of his book were
not make believe, so outrageous they all continue to be!).

Robin has been an interior designer, among his many talents, and this book is approached with a touch of
history shadowed in farce. THE EVIL THAT MEN D0 – THE EVIL I HAVE DONE is a diary of sorts – a
wonderfully entertaining while a bit grisly story that is best described in the Prologue: ‘It takes guts to survive
the profession of an Interior Decorator. It takes even more guts to survive the sarcastic nom de plume “interior desecrator”. This is my diary (and more) to show how – in glorious blood-spattered and grisly detail – the derogatory term can be taken a step further: allowing the designer-cum-desecrator to reach the heady heights of a designer-cum-mutilator. Take it as guaranteed, the successful designer-cum-mutilator needs never worry about finding a new “client” or ever be concerned about self-promotion. The two go hand in hand. In other words; a three step process: interior designer to interior desecrator to serial mutilator. And why not? Serial killers too being artists in their own right. Only they are artists who destroy their art – the victim – as opposed to having it – the client – on continuous display. In complete contrariety a serial mutilator smilingly leaves his clients as living representations of his “art”. A piece of artwork on permanent display for the rest of their tortured lives. Enjoy my nonconformist diary and more.’

Sounds a bit dark – but only if Robin Anderson’s unique style is forgotten. He steps a bit more heavily into the crime arena this time around but that most assuredly does not mean that despite the horrors that occur keeps him from his usual hefty doses of hilarious folderol. It is another fast and completely satisfying read as we place a new book on Robin's growing shelf.