Book Review: C.V. Hunt | Cockblock

After the daily grind at their jobs all Sonya and Callie want is to enjoy a quiet night out together at a new restaurant. But making it to their reservation is proving to be a challenge. A few men on the street near their destination verbally assault them. And the situation quickly escalates into a nightmare. Once within the safety of the restaurant the two women discover it’s not just the men outside who’ve lost their minds, men everywhere have gone insane. And they believe they’ve found the origin of the mayhem. A radio in the kitchen is playing a hate-filled message against women and it’s being delivered by the President. There’s only one way to stop the men from attacking women and logic tells them they need to terminate the chaos at its source.

I originally meant to post this during Women in Horror Month. But Covid, Trumpocalype2020, etc. have kept me distracted. BUT I DO NOT WANT THIS NOVEL TO GET LOST IN THE FRAY. It is extremely brutal horror and necessary, if that’s not your thing, move on to the next review. It is even darker and more satisfying than it was when I first read it. So this book—oh my god. I was diving into Grindhouse Press books and they were all so good I stopped reading the book descriptions and started picking them out at random like they were from a sketchy box of chocolates that’s been under your dead neighbor’s bed. Holy fish finger fuck sticks, though. This was an unexpectedly satisfying dark beauty. The author eases you into normal. Traffic, an after-work date with a beautiful girlfriend, a walk through town. Then the story explodes into a chaos of, well, normal-amplified. Normal but horrible things men do and say to women on a daily basis. And I don’t want to say “except it’s all happening at once” because the reality is that it is always happening at once. Okay, so a zombie-sexocalypse might not happen but the verbal assaults and harassment Hunt writes about is what women deal with every day. That part is like, not even horror to me because it’s constant.

What’s scary about this book (and the same with Samantha Kolesnik’s True Crime) is this is reality-based. This could all happen. I can picture the author writing down a list of awful shitty things men have said and done to them or their friends in say the past….five minutes….because men are horrible a majority of the time, then filling in the narrative details around it. Dark, brutal, terrifying. I won’t give anything else away—but the ending was so satisfying, worth finishing. I wish I’d read this before Valentine’s Day because it is the perfect gift and should be required reading for all men.

Jessie Rose
Follow me
Jessie Rose (They/Them) is a writer and editor at The Beautiful Wild Magazine and co-founder of Love Letters To Russia, a project to inspire Russian LGBTQ youth. They grew up in the Deep South, hiding in their room with the stereo on, blasting through Iron Maiden and Guns N' Roses songs. They spent late nights drawing, writing bad poetry, and dreaming of escaping Appalachia for the big city. Jessie currently resides in Chicago, near a great f*n lake. Jessie Rose's debut novel, Atomic Love, is available on Amazon.
Back To Top
%d bloggers like this: