Putrid Scum by Crad Kilodney (Charnel House) is one of those titles many of us would perhaps rather not have to ask for in the bookstore (we got our copy through an intermediary) even if we could (few bookstores carry him) but, being a Kilodney book, remains something we feel we have to read sooner or later. There are few rewards, though, in Putrid Scum, which is merely another boy's-rant-against-dull-sods disguised as autobiography. Kilodney, who has written some great stories in his long career bottoms out with this one. He needs an editor badly, very badly.