Dylan's 1994 Horror Column #2: Same Old Song and Dance

Unfortunately, 1994 doesn’t have a lot of that going for it. As I have gone deeper and deeper into the tractless wastes that make up 1994’s horror library, I’ve become increasingly concerned that I’m going to die out here in this depressing, squalid landscape, clutching a copy of In the Mouth of Madness as the light fades from my eyes.