Contrary to what some people who know me might think, I don't just
read horror. I also read about horror. This is not only fun, it
also gives me insight into the heads of people who've been able to be
successful writers.
(By the way, if you want to write good horror, don't read H.P.
Lovecraft's 'Supernatural Horror in Literature,' Stephen King's 'On
Writing,' or the introduction that Mary Shelley wrote for
'Frankenstein' where she describes her thought process as she came up
with her ghost story, and talks about the need to 'awaken thrilling
horror'. I don't need any more competition than I already have.
< End sarcasm>.)
Another benefit is that I get to hear about all the good stories that
other people have read. Part of my ongoing education is catching up
on all the classics that I skipped reading when I was younger. A
short while back, I bought an e-copy of Henry James' 'Turn of the
Screw.' My Kindle tells me I've gotten though about seven percent of
it, and from what little I know of the story I think I've gotten a
thorough idea of the introduction.
Note: I will try to not give away spoilers, but my first priority is
to make my point.
Damn, that thing is solid. The initial setting, what I'll call the
sub-setting, gives us a summed-up idea of the mood of the story, and
a rough clue about who is going to survive. Then we start with the
account of the real narrator, and she tells us who she is, where she
is in her life, her thoughts on this new job, on the guy who hired
her, and on the people she's going to be spending this next part of
her life with. We even get that first little hint, the one that we
recognize because we know we're reading a horror tale, but that our
heroine ignores because that's what people do with little details in
a situation like hers.
Here's our first lesson, a screwdriver is not a hammer. You don't
start out by pounding with it. You place the screw where you want
it, carefully fit your tool to it, and apply just a little bit of
pressure to hold it in place.
Though it seems idyllic, our heroine's situation comes with a bit of
pre-supplied pressure. She is out on her own for the first time, in
the real world. At a tender young age, she is put in charge of
property and children, something that would be daunting by itself.
She dives right in, though, and sets her mind on steering the ship.
Then you apply a little more pressure, and twist.
Just as she is getting her feet under her, something unexpected
occurs. Not something that has us screaming 'Ah-ha!' It's something
strange, and we don't get a full explanation right away. Also, it
really doesn't make sense, not according to everything we understand
about this place and this people. I have a personal hunch it will
end up making a lot of sense when we get a fuller sense of things,
though.
This is actually my second attempt at this story. Right after I
divorced, I became a steady patron of the library in the town where I
was living, and they had a multi-cassette tape (remember those?) set
of the book. I tried to listen to it as I puttered around my tiny
apartment over a cold Thanksgiving weekend, but couldn't get past the
first ten minutes. Maybe it was just the narrator's voice, which
sounded very solid, stoic, and very British. It was too easy for me
to shift it into the background noise.
I'm looking forward to reading more of this, and writing more stories
of my own.
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