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In Memory of… David B. Silva ‘All the Lonely People’


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A Quick note to the family and friends of Mr. Silva: our deepest condolences. We’ve lost a brilliant mind, and we mourn that loss with the rest of you.

Written by: Wayne C. Rogers

I just discovered last night that my friend, David B. Silva, had passed away.  Though Dave and I are Las Vegas residents, we only communicated by email.  I don’t own a car, so getting around town is difficult and time consuming for me.  The important thing, however, is that Dave and I had an unusual connection to each other.  I think he had that with each of his friends.  A good person generally does.

For those of you not familiar with David B. Silva, he was an author of horror fiction.  He’d written a number of novels, along with a few short story collections.  He was also the former owner and editor of Hellnotes, which I wrote for during a three-year period of time.  Dave was a consummate artist and always took his time with beginners so they weren’t discouraged.

Anyway, when Dave and I emailed each other, we often talked about life and death and hope and achieving one’s goals, and the art of horror writing.  Dave was inspiring to me and always encouraged me with my own writing.  He never put down my dreams of. achieving the impossible, even at this late stage of my life.

I knew Dave had been sick and often didn’t feel well, but I never knew how bad it was till last night.  Dave wasn’t one to discuss his illness.  In this, he was a very private individual.  I will certainly miss my friend.  So often we take our close friends for granted, assuming they will always be there for us, but that’s not so.  We need to cherish them and our family in the brief amount of time we have together because in the end, that is what’s most important—friendship and love.  Below is a review I wrote on Dave’s novel, All the Lonely People.

All the Lonely People

By David B. Silva

Signed, Limited Edition

Delirium Books, 2003, $45.00, 201 pp

Review by Wayne C. Rogers

This first paragraph is going to be embarrassing for me.  You see, I’ve known of David B. Silva as a writer for twenty years; yet, I’m ashamed to say, I’d never read anything by him.  Why?  Hell if I know.  I have dozens and dozens of books by other authors who I haven’t read as of yet.  I buy books I intend to read and then never get around to them because I have so many to catch up on.  One day, before I kick the bucket, I hope to read everything I own.

Okay, what made me decide to finally read All the Lonely People?  That’s an easy question to answer.  I tried starting a new novel last weekend by an author I’d never read before and couldn’t get more than five pages into the book.  I hate that, especially when books cost so much money.  It’s like throwing dollars bills into the wind.  I wanted to like the novel, but there were simply too many adverbs and adjectives in each sentence.  I felt as if the author was struggling too hard to sound like a writer, instead of being a writer.

I then picked up the limited edition of Silva’s All the Lonely People, read the first two pages and found myself hooked.  The prose wasn’t in your face, but rather subtle and to the point.  In other words, Silva was more interested in telling a damn good story, rather than sounding someone who writes literary fiction for a living.  Another thing I loved about the book was its short chapters.  I hate really long chapters because I read in short spurts and like to finish where a new chapter begins.  You can’t do that with long chapters.  Sounds crazy, I know.

Well, when I completed All the Lonely People, I had a pleasant, satisfied feeling of having discovered a new author I’d been missing for two decades.  I immediately started looking on the Internet for other novels by David Silva.  Let me tell you, they’re hard to find.  I think people are hoarding them, and I can understand why.  You’re going to have to bonk me over the head with a frying pan to pry All the Lonely People out of my hands.

So, what about the book?  How is it?

The story centers around Chase Hanford, who owns a bar called The Last Stop.  An elderly man carrying a box under his arm enters the establishment one night.  None of the locals recognize him.  It isn’t long, however, before everyone wants to know what’s in the box.  Chase is the only one suspicious of the guy.  For some reason he doesn’t fully understand, Chase doesn’t trust the old man or what’s inside the box.  In fact, Chase turns away when the box is finally opened and doesn’t receive the full effect of what’s inside of it.  From that point on, everything begins to change in Chase’s world and in the worlds of the locals who viewed the contents of the box.

The next day, Chase finds himself wearing sunglasses to avoid the bright light he encounters during the daytime.  He can’t seem to sleep or eat; yet, he zones out when least expected, then wakes up, and doesn’t know where he’s been.  He’s gradually losing all his memories and has to constantly place Post-its around the bar and in the car to help him remember things.  His wife and ill daughter don’t have the slightest clue as to what’s happening, and he doesn’t know how to explain the transition to them.  He can’t even explain it to himself.

Tracking down the other people who were in the bar on that night, Chase discovers they’re even crazier than he is.  They think something is after them and have no idea of how to escape.  Of course, it isn’t long before he starts seeing strange, black shapes out the corner of his eye.  That’s when he realizes he has to track down the man with the box and find out how to reverse things.

Storytelling is what it’s all about, and David B. Silva tells one dynamite story.  I finished All the Lonely People in just four days, which is fast for me with my limited reading time.  I found myself enjoying all the characters and felt like I knew them from somewhere in my past.  I felt comfortable with them, especially Chase’s family.  At no time could I guess where the story was heading, which is the sign of a very talented writer.  He keeps the reader on the edge of his seat, but doesn’t allow the reader to outguess him.  The prose was sharp, yet clean and simple so one didn’t stumble over the words or have to re-read a sentence.  Best of all, the ending was wrapped up in a way that left me satisfied and not scratching my head in confusion.

Most of Silva’s fiction can found as an e-book, but finding the print format of his fiction is a lot harder.  I’m a book person and like to read while sitting on the couch or having lunch at work.  I like seeing the book up on my bookshelf.  I have to tell you that a book looks much better than Kindle edition.

Anyway, if you haven’t read David B. Silva before, this is the time to start.  This is an author who needs to be writing again…to have his voice heard throughout the dark, quiet night, beckoning you to stop and listen because you instinctively know something good and utterly terrifying is coming.

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8 Comments on In Memory of… David B. Silva ‘All the Lonely People’

  1. Gerard Gray // March 15, 2013 at 7:21 am // Reply

    I’m sorry about your friend.

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  2. Beautiful eulogy, Wayne. Sorry for your loss, my friend.

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  3. Wayne C. Rogers // March 15, 2013 at 12:33 pm // Reply

    Thanks, guys. I appreciate your kind thoughts. I’m just sorry I never got to say goodbye to Dave and to tell him what his friendship meant to me. Sometimes we don’t even realize how valuable a relationship is in our life, until it’s gone. As another author said yesterday, the best way to remember Dave is to read his work.

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  4. lvbookman@aol.com // March 15, 2013 at 12:42 pm // Reply

    Matt,

    In the second line of the review is the number 333333333333. Could you please delete that for me? I’m not sure what it, or if it’s a sign from Dave about something. Jesus, I have to get through this day at work and then finish having a new crown put on tomorrow at the dentist. All I want to do is sleep and hope the pain goes away. I’ve had broken bones over the years and other injuries. I’ve nearly died during the past three years and have spent a totat of five weeks in the hospital. None of that pain was as deep and gut-wrenching as the pain of losing someone close to you. And, no matter how old you get, the loss doesn’t hurt any less. Life, however, stops for no one.

    Many thanks, my friend,

    Wayne

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  5. I am terribly sorry to hear of his passing…my thoughts, prayers, and condolences to his family and all his “good friends.” Wayne, your rendering of his friendship with you is heartwarming and touching…

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  6. Wayne…a beautiful tribute to your friend and his work. I feel your pain honestly…that is the kind of person I am. It is my desire that anyone who reads what you have said here about our friends and how we need to take time to care for each other make the effort to do just that.To often we as people let our daily life consume us…and the really important moments slip by. I know all to well loss of loved ones…family and friends…and yes time stops for no one that is still breathing…what we need to remember though that sometimes just a phone call …letter or card…is enough to keep our special people knowing just how much we care and haven’t forgotten them.Take care of yourself. And unfortunately I will probably be one of those people who will end up reading his work on a Kindle …even though I always prefer the feel and smell of a book in my hands. as always…just me…Vitina Molgaard…

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  7. So sad to hear it. It always hurts the literary world when great authors pass. 😦

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  8. Wayne C. Rogers // March 16, 2013 at 12:55 am // Reply

    I really appreciate everyone here who has taken the time to write something from their heart. I didn’t mean, however, for my note to Matt to appear here. Was that my mistake or is Matt playing with me? Everyone was probably going, “What the heck is that about?” Robert Swartwood, who just co-authored a novel with Dave, wrote a brilliant tribute to this man on his blog, and so did Brian Keene. The thing is there’s so much more I could have done if I’d know what was going on, but I was too caught up in my own melodrama to give it the thought the whole situation deserved. All I can say is, “I’m sorry, Dave.”

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