Review: THE SUICIDE MOTOR CLUB by Christopher Buehman

A literate road trip of horror, THE SUICIDE MOTOR CLUB in flavour put me in mind of Gaiman's AMERICAN GODS. But these constantly on-the-move muscle-car-addicted violent profane road-trippers aren't gods of any sort--instead, they are the original undead: vampires. With one possible exception, a gentlemanly sort and older vampire named Clayton, this group weren't likeable while alive, and much less so since becoming undead. Their big mistake is taking the five-year-old son of a woman with strong, unending faith. She can tolerate the death of her cheating husband, but the loss of her son pits her against the vampiric contingent--and oh, will the sparks fly now!!