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Writing Horror


Elsa Carruthers

WPF January 2008 Term

 

 

Reading Journal:

Writing Horror by Edo Van Belkom

 

            Although this book is seven years old, it had a lot of useful information on horror writing. The sections that I found the most helpful were the first, Part One: The Horror Genre, the second, Part Two: Writing Horror and chapters nine, twelve, and thirteen of Part Three: The Horror Marketplace.

            In part one Belkom discusses the differences between horror and other speculative fiction and lists the basic subgenres of horror. The subgenre list is fairly complete and he took the time to give great examples of each.   What I particularly like about this part is that he shows how horror fits in the speculative fiction family and that it is quite easy to blend and stretch genres by adding horror elements to a story such as subject, mood, and tension. An example of this is the movie Alien. Alien is most often classified as a science fiction movie but it also works as a modern horror. It works as a horror because of the many scenes in it that were written specifically to terrorize the viewer. She is trapped with a predatory alien or “monster” and it is obvious that only one of them will survive.  

            Part two of the book is the nuts and bolts, how-to section and the best part of this section is chapter six, How Does Horror Work. In this part Belkom gives a tutorial on how to write fiction that is suspenseful and frightening. He explains how to use rising tension and the power of suggestion rather than specific descriptions of a monster or “boogey man” to terrify readers. He says that readers tend to fill details on their own and often make the story more frightening for themselves that way.  

Another thing he says is that it is a good idea when writing horror to use everyday settings and everyday characters because readers relate and identify with regular people and places and that makes it easier for them to suspend disbelief when the writer introduces horror and or supernatural elements into the story. 

            What I liked most about this book was that it is positive throughout. The message is that perseverance is really what gets a writer published. There is even a quote from Stephen King that I love.

            “In a way, with those early (unpublished) novels, I felt like a guy who was plugging quarters in the machine with the big jackpot. And yanking it down. And at first they were coming up all wrong. Then with the book before Carrie, felt I got two bars and a lemon; then with Carrie, bars across the board – and the money poured out. But the thing is, I was never convinced I was going to run out of quarters to plug into the machine. My feeling was, I could stand there forever until it hit. There was never really any doubt in my mind. A couple of times I felt I was pursuing a fools dream, but those moments were rare.”

Mr Hands


Elsa Carruthers

WPF January 2008 Term

 

 

 

Reading Journal:

Mr. Hands by Gary Braunbeck

 

                Mr. Hands is a novel about a woman whose daughter is murdered and who suddenly finds herself with the power to seek vengeance against evil doers. Her daughter’s doll is somehow connected to a being or golem that does the mother’s bidding –with terrible consequences. It is a classic morality tale that is very well told and executed.   It works mainly because the reader is immediately invested in the story that the narrator starts even in the prologue.

                Chapter One is a page turner from the first line and I took an immediate like for RJ and his mother and immediate hate for his father.   The conflict is incredible. I was so impressed by the way that so many story-lines were brought together in the book that I tried to do it myself in a short-story turned novella I’ve been tinkering on (not as easy as he makes it seem)  Love this book!  Passed onto my husband who is now one of Gary's biggest fans.

Exquisite Corpse


Elsa Carruthers

WPF January 2008 Term

 

 

Reading Journal:

Exquisite Corpse by Poppy Z. Brite

 

                This novel is about two homosexual serial killers that meet in New Orleans where they join together to hunt a young man named Tran. He is the perfect victim, he is beautiful and sensitive and though the ending was inevitable and a little disappointing because I did want it to turn out better, I felt compelled to read through to the last page. 

                Brite’s writing impressed me deeply. Her prose packs a wallop and demands attention. Her subject matter and frankness also impressed me. She was not afraid of writing intimately about the lifestyle – even some of its unsavory parts.  I felt like an “insider” who had lived in the French Quarter all her life while reading Brite’s novel.   

Brite’s sensitivity while describing the suffering of AIDS victims and the deep love two men can share was moving. I was particularly moved when I read about John’s infection and his suicide in front of his only two friends. But the parts that “got” to me were when Brite managed to lull me into thinking I was reading an erotic scene only to pull the rug from under me and change the whole scene into a gory bloodbath. 

The effect was more than unsettling. I’m sure that was her point. To these men, Jay and Andrew, inflicting pain and suffering and ultimately committing murder is erotic. To them these acts of torture are expressions love and affection. And yet, both know, even comment on the fact that what there are really showing is not love at all. Or, if it is love, it is a very one sided kind of love –self love. The victims become objects to play with and the love that the killers attach to them is really just the love that they are giving to themselves. 

When Jay lets Andrew convince him into hunting Tran, even though he developed a respect and affection for Tran that didn’t allow him to kill Tran during their sexual encounter, for a flicker of a moment Jay had doubt. If Jay could have withstood Andrew’s power and charisma, he might have stopped killing.   At this point I think that Brite missed an opportunity for a huge conflict. Jay and Andrew love each other and have joined each other in killing. Although he is the bigger monster of the two, Jay is submissive to Andrew. But what would have happened if Jay refused Andrew his wish of killing Tran? What if he said no to killing altogether? 

               

Danse Macabre II


Elsa Carruthers

WPF January 2008 term

 

 

Reading Journal:

Danse Macabre by Stephen King

 

 

            Danse Macabre is a survey of thirty years of American horror genre film, television and literature to the 1970s. King divides horror into three areas or archetypes: The Werewolf, The Thing Without A Name, and The Vampire. By Werewolf, King means stories about an inner evil that changes a person. Stories like Psycho, and Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. The Thing Without A Name refers to anything other and are tales of an outside evil. Aliens or Martians that turned hostile in response to our aggression, weird inventions or hybrids, accidents of birth due to medical intervention, machines that come alive are all examples.  

Vampire tales are also stories about an outside evil but unlike works like Frankenstein the evil is unavoidable; predestined like the prime athlete’s unexplained heart attack. Frankenstein, and novels like it, center on evil that is conscious and man-made. Dr. Frankenstein created the monster. The evil in Dracula really can’t be explained. It is ancient, supernatural. Victims can be said to sinners but really they are in the wrong place at the wrong time. It is like hitting some awful lottery where all of the prizes get progressively worse.

King also asserts that symbolism is inherent to the horror genre. To quote him, “Begin by assuming that the tale of horror, no matter how primitive, is allegorical by its very nature; that it is symbolic. Assume that it is talking to us, like a patient on a psychoanalyst’s couch, about one thing while it means another. I am not saying that horror is consciously allegorical or symbolic; that is to suggest an artfulness that few writers of horror fiction or directors of horror films aspire to.” (p.43)

I tend agree with him. People ask him and all horror writers why they write horror. For me it is what I know. I read the comics, watched the movies, and read the stories. And still, it’s more than that. Horror allows me a way to say things I just can’t in any other genre. Sure other genres touch upon some of the subjects that I think about, subjects that scare me and others, but they don’t center on them. Other genres don’t focus on the macabre, the grotesque that is everywhere in our society. And by writing those stories I’m doing what Stephen King says all horror writers are doing. I’m talking about one thing all the while meaning something else. 

Cabal


Clive Barker has to be one of the most elegent horror writers of all time.  He effortlessly weaves mysticsm and  symbolism into a unified theme in a way that I've never seen before or since. 

The first time a read a Clive Barker story, I was around thirteen.  My brother and I were riding a Greyhound out of Barstow, CA  to Las Vegas and he handed me one slim volume in the Book of Blood series.  I took Michael's copy and read it straight through, and we talked about Barker for the rest of the trip, speculating about what kind of man he was, and what kind of stories he'd likely put out in the future.    Michael and I shared a love of Punk, Rock, and Metal, weird and scary stories, comics, video games, and what my mother called, "those damn mind-cooking movies." 

And he was always better than I was about predicting when something or someone was going to hit it big.  (When the Red Hot Chili Peppers first came on the scene, we loved their music but I thought their name was too silly for them to get very far.  Michael disagreed, and a few years later they were mega-stars.)  

The memory makes me smile because I don't get to talk to him now.  So I sat down with Cabal, thinking of my brother and remembering all those good times.  It was almost like coming home.  And the feeling intensified when I finally realized that the book is really a collection of short stories.  The title story is the first and while predictable, still one of Barker's best.  The setting is incredible-- he has Hawthorne's ability to make a place seem at once dreamy and realistic.  Midian is so lovingly described that I want to belong there(just a little) 

The characters are dynamic and with the exception of the psychiatrist, realistically unpredicable.  Even the sheriff surprised me at the end of the story.  Doc's character I didn't find as appealing because he was singulary focused and motivated.  He had no paradoxes in his character, no irrational quirks that we all have.  Still, I gained a lot from him; I realize now, what is wrong with my own villian, Yaakov.  He is the Doc, in different clothes. 

Red by Jack Ketchum

This book was fun.  I loved the older guy "socking it to" the young punks.  It was a nice reversal.  Ketchum's writing is seemless and his descriptions of the outdoors and small-town life made me feel homesick.  Love his style.  The action scenes left me wondering how I could do the same in my own work.  From page one, Ketchum keeps the tension high; it a real page turner until . . . The Fight.

The fight that they had on the street while the town folk watch was the real climax of the book.  Unfortunately, the fight happens about two-thirds of the way in and everything after that seems anti-climatic.  I had a hard time keeping interest after that scene.   

And as much as I loved this book and the characters, Ludlow's affair with the reporter didn't work.  It didn't work plot-wise because it seemed arbitrary and character-wise it didn't work because Ludlow's character was devoted to his wife.  A man like him takes a long time to fall in love and an even longer time falling out of love - if he ever does. 

Live Girls


When I started reading Live Girls, by Ray Garton, I thought, Oh no, not another vampire story!  But Garton's novel was a quick, tight, and engrossing read.  His ideas weren't necessarily new, all vampires have the potential of becoming sexual vampires, but his characters were so sympathetic that I just had to read on to find out what he'd put them through. 

The story  centers around a vampire den in the middle of New York.  The den is a sex shop called Live Girls.  One of the main characters, Davey, wanders into the shop after his live-in girlfriend ruthlessly dumps him, and leaves him for another man.  Quickly, he becomes obsessed with the beautiful vampire, Anya.  He starts out as a weak, ready-made victim.  He follows her around, almost begging her to notice him.  I winced at times when Davey showed no self-respect.  Surprisingly, he becomes a tough man of his word.  I won't spoil anything by telling the ending - but it was satisfying watching Davey transform himself.   

The Terror

 
I can't get over how Simmons was able to maintain a feeling of isolation, desperation, and paranoia, over hundreds of pages.  It worked great; I felt the characters' discomfort and fear.  It rang true to me; when I was stationed in Bosnia, many of us behaved in the same ways despite the availability of television, phones, mail, games, a gym, and radios.  Soon most of us bickered and fought.  I know that I developed an irrational conviction that everyone was after my promotion  after another soldier discovered that a rival of mine had been secretly taping my conversations.  I also smiled to myself when I got to the part about the spoiled food, supplied by a cheat that placed the lowest bid.  God, some things really don't change. 

But what really got me was how, over time, years of religious dogma and social conditioning was eroded, then abandoned.  Soon, the sailors had talismans and made offerings to the monster.  They resort to cannibalism.  Civilization as they had defined it, and how it defined them,  had disappeared. 

What is so interesting to me is comparing our audience reaction to The Terror to what a reaction an 1800s audience might have had.  In the present, we can read this novel and define the monster as the landscape or the creature, or the conditions, or even all of them combined.  But I think that had this novel really been written in the 1800s, the audience would have defined monstrosity in a different way.  While they certainly would have seen the horrors of the conditions and the monster, as well as the landscape, I believe it would have been secondary to the loss of civilization.  Whereas we are able to rationalize some of the baser things they did, an audience of that time, I'm guessing from what I've gathered through readings, probably would have seen the same actions as a complete and totally irreversible loss of humanity. 

I'm curious.  What do you think?   




Danse Macabre

I'm half in love with Mr. King.  I don't think that there's anything he's written that I haven't enjoyed - even his STINKY stuff!  I always finish something of his and feel like I know him, like I've known him forever, and like he's sitting right in front of me, drinking a beer and shooting the shit.  

Danse Macabre was a great read because he kept that conversational tone that he uses in his novels and I wasn't really expecting him to do that.  I expected him to "put on his academic cap" and write in a serious style.  I'm so glad he didn't.  

That said, I don't think that his t-shirt and jeans approach always worked for me because some of his credibility eroded a little every time he made a personal attack against another writer.  

Attack the work - yeah, all for it.  Point out flaws, look for holes, crappy sentences, loose characterization.  I'm all over that.  God knows there are writers that I love to hate.  But still, don't get personal!   Each time King slammed someone, I found myself asking, "Damn, why is he doing that?  Isn't enough to say what was wrong with the piece and move on?" And then I asked myself, "Well, can I really trust him when he says a work is good?"

I couldn't get over the fact that art is so subjective, and yet he makes absolute statements.  I can't count the number of times I've picked a book, read a chapter and put it down thinking that it was total drek, only to see it on the New York Times Best Seller List a short time later.  Or going to a music shop and  finding a beloved album in the $3 bin. 

I guess part of the issue for me is that, (I don't why except that I somehow thought "more" of him),  I expected an impartial review.  I wanted him to be a reporter - just the facts, and nothing but.  I didn't want to read about how he knows so-and-so will never be a good writer and how we would be better off if we never heard from so-and-so again.  That seemed petty and beneath King.  I do realize that if he had remained neutral, he would have lost some of that "just between us" feel, but I just can't help feeling disappointed.  

Yes, I know that he did the same thing in On Writing.  Sigh.  I'll dust him off and put him back on his pedestal.  Hmmm.  Maybe if I care this much, I'm totally in love with him.  Shush!  Don't tell my husband.
Poof!  Gone!  I don't know what happened, but this last post just disappeared!   

Here goes again:

Oh, there are so many things I loved about this novel!

First, there's the plotting.  It's air-tight.  And it accomplishes so much!  Everything that happens and everything each character does, says or thinks, serves a purpose - it's either propelling the story, building tension, putting in back-story or building characterization.  Some passages even do double duty, such as when Regan comes down-stairs during the dinner party and urinates on the carpet.  That scene ratcheted  up the tension while adding a touch of foreshadowing and even giving a bit of back-story.  Plus, Regan having a potty accident is just the right combination of bizarre and mundane to ground us in the story.  It's the perfect amount of verisimilitude.   

Back-story is woven into the chapters so subtly that it's almost undetectable.  The best example is when Father Damien is visiting his mother and walking up to her apartment reminds him of  being a seventh grader, walking his girl, only to run into his mother as she's digging through the dumpster.  Awesome!

Second,  the characterization.  Everyone read "true" to me, especially Damien.  Blatty gets every ethnicity and social class right, even down to what they'd probably wear.  And that's just not that easy!   I also love the internal dialogues.  Reading them, I really felt like I was in their heads- another grounding technique.  If we don't believe that the events are really happening; we at least believe that the character thinks they are.   

Third, style.  Blatty's style, (I define style as the combination of a writer's word choice, sentence structure, and writing techniques) reminded me of Shirley Jackson's writing.  Like hers, his writing is lean.  It's direct without being too sparse.  To me, it's elegant.

I don't know how I've overlooked this book for so long, but I'm glad I read it. 

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