In my opinion, Keith C. Blackmore is one of the most underrated self-published authors around. The man can write in any genre, and can do so expertly with crisp, well-written prose and brilliant, relatable (though not always likable) characters; his books never cease to amaze with their creativity. The Majestic 311 is no different, as it’s his first weird western novel, and I’ll be damned if it isn’t one of the weirdest – and most thrilling – books I’ve ever read.
“Too bad a person couldn't pick whom they shared the apocalypse with.”
I’m always amazed when an author is able to successfully shift between genres, writing stories that may appeal to different readers, but doing so with ease. Keith C. Blackmore is one such author, writing in both the fantasy and horror genres. I discovered Blackmore’s works back in 2013 when I read the first installment of his ongoing zombie series, Mountain Man. I was enraptured by the crude, rum drinking hermit Gus and his eventual companion Scott as they did their absolute best to survive the apocalypse from zombies and people alike. For whatever reason, I took some time off from reading Blackmore’s books, but have recently been bingeing his stories, beginning with book three, Hellifax. As the name suggests, it’s a terrifying experience.