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Why We Crave Horror Movies

So, I actually teach a shortened version of this essay by Stephen King to my MCATers, and the subtle genius of the whole thing is lost on them. Le sigh. Oh well, we want them to be competent at diagnosing weird diseases and removing funny moles or ingrown toenails, I guess it's ok that they don't always get the intricacies of human nature . . . well, hopefully the future psychiatrists understand this essay.

Personally, I adore it. I think it showcases King's talent in a way his fiction can't. (You can only do so much when your sentences have to be at 8th grade reading level. I'm just saying. Semicolons and dashes rock.)


"Why We Crave Horror Movies"
By Stephen King

I think that we’re all mentally ill; those of us outside the asylums only hide it a little better – and
maybe not all that much better, after all. We’ve all known people who talk to themselves, people who sometimes squinch their faces into horrible grimaces when they believe no one is watching, people who have some hysterical fear – of snakes, the dark, the tight place, the long drop . . . and, of course, those final worms and grubs that are waiting so patiently underground.

When we pay our four or five bucks and seat ourselves at tenth-row center in a theater showing a horror movie, we are daring the nightmare.

Why? Some of the reasons are simple and obvious. To show that we can, that we are not afraid,
that we can ride this roller coaster. Which is not to say that a really good horror movie may not surprise a scream out of us at some point, the way we may scream when the roller coaster twists through a complete 360 or plows through a lake at the bottom of the drop. And horror movies, like roller coasters, have always been the special province of the young; by the time one turns 40 or 50, one’s appetite for double twists or 360-degree loops may be considerably depleted.

We also go to re-establish our feelings of essential normality; the horror movie is innately
conservative, even reactionary. Freda Jackson as the horrible melting woman in Die, Monster, Die! confirms for us that no matter how far we may be removed from the beauty of a Robert Redford or a Diana Ross, we are still light-years from true ugliness.

And we go to have fun.

Ah, but this is where the ground starts to slope away, isn’t it? Because this is a very peculiar sort
of fun, indeed. The fun comes from seeing others menaced – sometimes killed. One critic has suggested that if pro football has become the voyeur’s version of combat, then the horror film has become the modern version of the public lynching.

It is true that the mythic “fairy-tale” horror film intends to take away the shades of grey . . . . It
urges us to put away our more civilized and adult penchant for analysis and to become children again, seeing things in pure blacks and whites. It may be that horror movies provide psychic relief on this level because this invitation to lapse into simplicity, irrationality and even outright madness is extended so rarely. We are told we may allow our emotions a free rein . . . or no rein at all.

If we are all insane, then sanity becomes a matter of degree. If your insanity leads you to carve
up women like Jack the Ripper or the Cleveland Torso Murderer, we clap you away in the funny farm (but neither of those two amateur-night surgeons was ever caught, heh-heh-heh); if, on the other hand, your insanity leads you only to talk to yourself when you’re under stress or to pick your nose on your morning bus, then you are left alone to go about your business . . . though it is doubtful that you will ever be invited to the best parties.

The potential lyncher is in almost all of us (excluding saints, past and present; but then, most
saints have been crazy in their own ways), and every now and then, he has to be let loose to scream and roll around in the grass. Our emotions and our fears form their own body, and we recognize that it demands its own exercise to maintain proper muscle tone. Certain of these emotional muscles are accepted – even exalted – in civilized society; they are, of course, the emotions that tend to maintain the status quo of civilization itself. Love, friendship, loyalty, kindness -- these are all the emotions that we applaud, emotions that have been immortalized in the couplets of Hallmark cards and in the verses (I don’t dare call it poetry) of Leonard Nimoy.

When we exhibit these emotions, society showers us with positive reinforcement; we learn this
even before we get out of diapers. When, as children, we hug our rotten little puke of a sister and give her a kiss, all the aunts and uncles smile and twit and cry, “Isn’t he the sweetest little thing?” Such coveted treats as chocolate-covered graham crackers often follow. But if we deliberately slam the rotten little puke of a sister’s fingers in the door, sanctions follow – angry remonstrance from parents, aunts and uncles; instead of a chocolate-covered graham cracker, a spanking.

But anticivilization emotions don’t go away, and they demand periodic exercise. We have such
“sick” jokes as, “What’s the difference between a truckload of bowling balls and a truckload of dead babies?” (You can’t unload a truckload of bowling balls with a pitchfork . . . a joke, by the way, that I heard originally from a ten-year-old.) Such a joke may surprise a laugh or a grin out of us even as we recoil, a possibility that confirms the thesis: If we share a brotherhood of man, then we also share an insanity of man. None of which is intended as a defense of either the sick joke or insanity but merely as an explanation of why the best horror films, like the best fairy tales, manage to be reactionary, anarchistic, and revolutionary all at the same time.

The mythic horror movie, like the sick joke, has a dirty job to do. It deliberately appeals to all
that is worst in us. It is morbidity unchained, our most base instincts let free, our nastiest fantasies realized . . . and it all happens, fittingly enough, in the dark. For those reasons, good liberals often shy away from horror films. For myself, I like to see the most aggressive of them – Dawn of the Dead, for instance – as lifting a trap door in the civilized forebrain and throwing a basket of raw meat to the hungry alligators swimming around in that subterranean river beneath.

Why bother? Because it keeps them from getting out, man. It keeps them down there and me up here. It was Lennon and McCartney who said that all you need is love, and I would agree with that.

As long as you keep the gators fed.

Stephen King's On Writing

Alright - our current book is Stephen King's On Writing, a book I have read but which the rest of you have not. I've been wanting to reread it anyway, so I'm not complaining. :-)

As far as editions go, I have the mass market paperback, copyright 2000. It has the image Jennie has graciously posted for us under Now Reading of the chair and rejection letter. However, I have some sort of hazy memory of a Barnes and Noble shelf with a trade paper version of the book with an identical cover . . . we can always reference sections and numbers within sections, but the book has no table of contents, so if you have the flexibility, grab the mass market edition for ease of referencing stuff.

Actually, here, I made us an incomplete Table of Contents (mass market):
C.V., sections 1-38, pg. 4
What Writing Is, pg. 95
Toolbox, sections 1-5, pg. 102
On Writing, sections 1-16, pg. 134
On Living: A Postscript, sections 1-7, pg. 255

I say incomplete because there are three forewords, a page with amusing contradictory quotes, and an example of editing . . . you shall see. Be sure to look at all the pages, I think you'll enjoy them.

Peter has suggested that when King has a writing exercise suggestion, we gamely try it out. I recall something about a sentence/story starter that King said he would read if you finish it out and send it to him - and I love the idea of being able to whine on the blog about how Stephen King is failing to respond to correspondence. Peter and I will partake in those, perhaps over on the Cupcakes blog, and Jennie can harangue us a teensie little bit every now and then, when she feels like it. Or write too. :-)

So - sally forth and get your paws on a copy and jump in. Post whenever something tickles your fancy or annoys you. And remember to check the blog and comment on others' posts with salient points, or stories of creme brulee disasters, or whatnot.

Over and out, L.

A Short Diversion

Hey, Amanda and Peter! Get thee to a bookstore or library, stat! You two must read The Hunger Games and it's brand new sequel Catching Fire. (Amanda- I can't remember if you've read it yet or not.) You will both love it. And Lisa and I need people to rant and rave about it with. They are both incredibly fast reads (a couple hours for Lisa and one James-interrupted afternoon for me) with thrilling, action-packed story lines. It's dark, with quite a bit of gory violence (especially considering it's a YA book), but it is a good story. Very good. More than very good.

Lisa posted a spot-on review on Passage of Swallows of Catching Fire. It's spoiler free, so go ahead and read it. I think book reviews are Lisa's calling in life. I mean, she's been recommending books to me since elementary school, and she has never once disappointed me. We need to spread the word about her new(ish) blog, don't you think?

Really, though. Read them. Even if it means sitting in a Barnes and Noble for a couple hours at a time if you don't want to buy them and the library has a waiting list 100+ people long. It will be time well-spent.

And then we can all freak out together that we have to wait A WHOLE FLIPPING YEAR for the next one. Won't that be fun? :)

It Lives! IT LIVES!

I shall call it - Smith's monster! Ok, not quite the same ring to it. Btw, we need to read Frankenstein sometime. Maybe October?

Peter has requested that we raise this blog from the dead, and Jennie and I are cautiously optimistic. We have determined that it is my turn to pick, and I am planning on doing either Anne Lamott's Bird by Bird or Stephen King's On Writing. Peter, I think I remember that you have Bird by Bird and have not read On Writing. Is that true? Although I'll pick a book I've already read, I don't want it to be something two of us have read. My goal is to pick something somewhat episodic so that we can post while we read without destroying the content of the plot (although the above books have narrative components, there is no plot per se, which I think could be good). Another I idea I had was Saul Williams She which is fun modern poetry, and quite short. That or something similar might be a good pick for the holiday months. :-)

Jennie, is Amanda interested in joining us on this? I need to think if anyone else might like to join the group - possibly my roommates, although I'm not sure they have enough time to commit to it. Perhaps I could open it up to Facebook friends and you could create an entrance exam? Hahaha - I like it.

Ok, that's all for now! And check out my rarely updated reviews blog, Passage of Swallows. I'm posting tonight and will post ASAP once I've gotten my pretty little hands on a copy of Catching Fire, the sequel to The Hunger Games. Peter, read it ASAP, it rocks. And you love angry-people-suck-humankind-is-lamepants stories.

Ms. Secretary, tag away, I don't know what to do. ;-)

BTW, what is Frankie doing to Susan from the Discworld series???

Current Situations Evaluated

So... Have you both read Three Men already? It's cool if you have, though I haven't. I'll start immediately however. And if you guys want to move ahead, that's cool. Let's discuss To Say Nothing though.

Anyway, tell me what you kidlets want to do.

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Similarities to Watchmen

Now, I know that we're actually comparing HSWT with TSNOTD and TMIAB, but Have Spacesuit wraps up with a potential doomsday scenario, and that made me think of Watchmen. I love that even in a YA book, Heinlein gets in the creepiness of "Their planet shall be rotated." A whole planet instantly separated from its sun - now that's scary.

Another similarity lay in the undeniable baseness and evil possible in humanity, and the need for some greater force (Ozymandius, the war crimes tribunal) to deal with the possible fallout of human choices. I love how clear my images of Iunio were, standing in the middle of some vast amphitheater, surrounded by aliens, in full Roman legionairre costume, and shouting "Witchcraft and making horns when the translation pipes in. So wonderful. I think that's something that was missing for me in Watchmen - the silliness and wonderfulness of people, even as they're awful.

Anyway . . . I need to NaNoWriMo. What are others wrap up thoughts in Heinlein?