I have only been really and truly scared one time in my life, and that occurred on a hike in an isolated part of the North Georgia woods when a wild hog, tusks and all, charged straight at me (the hog was actually chasing my dog who was running back to me for safety). Fortunately for both my dog and me, the hog veered away at the last minute, but I have always had a fascination (and healthy respect) for wild hogs ever since. Naturally, I was attracted by the premise of George Mahaffey's Razorbacks, a horror thriller that, at its best, recalled my own experience but which also sometimes settled for descriptions of gore rather than genuine frights.
The main characters of Razorbacks are Avery and Peter, a father and 13-year-old son on the run from the law and a rather sticky domestic situation involving Peter's mother, a crackhead meth dealer. It would seem that leaving the mother's meth lab and sleazy boyfriend behind would have to be an improvement for Peter, but, instead, things get worse quickly. Avery and Peter are caught in a major sandstorm on a West Texas freeway and become part of a massive multi-car pileup that results from the diminished visibility. They and the handful of fellow survivors they encounter in and amongst the wreckage think that all they need to do is sit tight and ride out the storm. Instead, they soon find that there are a number of extremely large, extremely hungry hogs in the vicinity.
Razorbacks is a 100-page novella (that could easily have been made into a screenplay), so there’s not a lot of room for character development here. Most of the characters, other than Avery and Peter, are merely sketched in with a single dimension, and the only time the author gets into their thought processes is usually immediately before their rather gruesome demise. For this book, however, that’s not all that much of a drawback, since the emphasis is on the action and shock. To set the stage for the final confrontation between man and beast, author Mahaffey creates a good, albeit somewhat far fetched playing field. The substantial number of wrecked vehicles affords people plenty of places to hide in, under, or on top of while the pigs try to get to them. In addition, being Texas, there are a few firearms on hand, as well as some implements in some of the vehicles that the survivors transform into makeshift weapons of various sorts.
Although Razorbacks has plenty of action, the book is at its best in the early stages, before the people become aware of just what’s out there, instead glimpsing things in the wind and sand. There’s a great scene in which one character allows a pet Chihuahua on a leash to go for a walk into the storm, and the predictable result still manages to be shocking. But once the battle begins in earnest, Mahaffey increasingly foregoes suspense in favor of rather graphic descriptions of gore. Apparently, these hogs have a craving for fingers, since several characters wind up getting fingers bitten off. Similar anatomical details are also described in gruesome depth.
I’m no prude, and I’m not opposed to graphic content in a book, but the effect of this sort of description in Razorbacks is numbing rather than shocking. After a while, the pattern of attacks, attempts at defense, and dismemberments becomes monotonous. It doesn’t help matters that there seem to be a nearly endless number of attacking hogs, even though the beleaguered people manage to dispatch several of them. This repetitive action and increasing casualty list goes on far too long, so that, by the time Mahaffey gets to the final showdown, I had nearly lost interest.
Razorbacks is a book that would have worked better at 50 pages or 250 pages rather than 100. At novel length, Mahaffey could have developed more characters. Alternatively, at a shorter novelette length, he could have produced a really taut thriller. Instead, he’s in the middle, with an interesting premise, a likable youthful protagonist in Peter, and action and suspense that go downhill fast after a solid start. When Mahaffey is on, as in the first few chapters of Razorbacks, the story is genuinely suspenseful. For that reason, I do recommend Razorbacks as an escapist horror adventure. But be aware, that, like many a prize hog, the book has a good bit of fat that could have been trimmed away.