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Topic 125: The Barking Mad Gaiman Mob: Who are these people and why won't they go away?
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permalink #1001 of 2008: JaNell (goldennokomis) Tue 4 Dec 01 10:58
permalink #1001 of 2008: JaNell (goldennokomis) Tue 4 Dec 01 10:58
Will~Just read your post more carefully. I agree on the Genre bit; Genres are handy convenient limiting things. The experimental story I posted at my Excentrica blogger, To Earth, got a comment basically saying that until a writer was well known, and had an established style, anything not in Genre was a mistake. After discussing it back and forth via the comments section I directed him to Terry Windling's Interstitial Arts site at http://www.endicott-studio.com/index.html; since Neil is one of his heros, I was figuring that he might take Neil's word on it if not mine. He just kept insisting that everyone wrote in one Genre or another, always...
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permalink #1002 of 2008: when i lift them they climb up stairs (josparrow) Tue 4 Dec 01 13:00
permalink #1002 of 2008: when i lift them they climb up stairs (josparrow) Tue 4 Dec 01 13:00
jen and neil - looks ike I'm outnumbered *grin*. I just never could see CvT as scary. I wanted to throw things at him, but I didn't find him scary. Alternatively I may be immune to him after innumerable Christmas showings of TSoM on tv. PS guys - I am enjoying the other conversation, I just don't think I have anything useful to say at the moment. But don't stop. This is interesting.
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permalink #1003 of 2008: JaNell (goldennokomis) Tue 4 Dec 01 13:28
permalink #1003 of 2008: JaNell (goldennokomis) Tue 4 Dec 01 13:28
Jo~I'm *not* a guy, and I can prove it. <evil grin>
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permalink #1004 of 2008: when i lift them they climb up stairs (josparrow) Tue 4 Dec 01 13:49
permalink #1004 of 2008: when i lift them they climb up stairs (josparrow) Tue 4 Dec 01 13:49
*sigh* - you say it but you don't mean it <scarier grin>
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permalink #1005 of 2008: John M. Ford (johnmford) Tue 4 Dec 01 14:37
permalink #1005 of 2008: John M. Ford (johnmford) Tue 4 Dec 01 14:37
Erynn -- oh, well, thank you. The books will be there when you get to them. One of the great things about books. You can go hang out with Steinbeck or Shakespeare or whoever whenever the need arises.
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permalink #1006 of 2008: JaNell (goldennokomis) Tue 4 Dec 01 14:47
permalink #1006 of 2008: JaNell (goldennokomis) Tue 4 Dec 01 14:47
Jo~Don't make me send those artistically draped, pregnant-with-first child photos to you. <Evilest Grin Allowed On Topic> You'll just have to take my word for it until we meet at a Con or something. Mike~Sure, you can hang out with them, but cemeteries are always so cold and your read end gets wet sitting down for a good chat...
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permalink #1007 of 2008: she looks like evening (kellyhills) Tue 4 Dec 01 14:58
permalink #1007 of 2008: she looks like evening (kellyhills) Tue 4 Dec 01 14:58
>>My post was not necessary, But really, when you think about it, none of them are. :-) Writing is intensely personal for me, probably because I'm one of those silly goth poets. ;-) I somehow always seem to channel something of myself into the words, and they read (for me) with strong emotion. I _have_ had shrinks read over my stuff (bleah) and it's, well, "interesting". Still, I don't know that I would say I know anyone based on their attempt at writing fiction/poetry/lyrics/etc - I feel more confidant saying I know the people who post here, than I would saying I knew anything other than what the back jacket said about any given author. No real way to know what was original, and what's Shakespear rewritten in a not-obvious form. ;-) Thank you, everyone, who was nice about my raptor post. :-) It's something I miss, and something that really touched me in a way that was completely unexpected and unrealised until years later. There really is a sense of magic to those creatures, and perhaps spending day in and out with them allowed some of that to bleed over into my life. But not enough to make The Sound of Music tolerable. *grins* -Kelly
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permalink #1008 of 2008: Pamela Basham (pamela-bird) Tue 4 Dec 01 15:13
permalink #1008 of 2008: Pamela Basham (pamela-bird) Tue 4 Dec 01 15:13
Kelly: I loved your post, too. Kevin and I stopped at a raptor refuge in England on our last day there, and had an incredible time. They signaled to an eagle sitting in a tree over a mile away, and it flew to us within moments. It was such a rush when that fierce, wild-looking beauty flew in at us! After the exhibit, they let a few of us fly a small hawk, which still makes me smile every time I think of how that felt. Rick: Oh no, the books! I'm really not looking forward to moving ours, either. Especially since there are so many more than there were four years ago when we moved in, even though we've weeded them out several times. Thinking of you as you walk through the sadness. New things will appeal to you sooner than you expect. Will: It doesn't need monsters. As Neil and Terry said, people think up the really evil stuff.
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permalink #1009 of 2008: JaNell (goldennokomis) Tue 4 Dec 01 15:21
permalink #1009 of 2008: JaNell (goldennokomis) Tue 4 Dec 01 15:21
People *are* the Really Scary Stuff.
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permalink #1010 of 2008: Thar Be Monsters (pamela-bird) Tue 4 Dec 01 15:29
permalink #1010 of 2008: Thar Be Monsters (pamela-bird) Tue 4 Dec 01 15:29
This turned into something of a personal essay. I'm sorry it's so long. If I were a professional writer, I'm sure I'd have edited it into something much more graceful and succinct. But I'm not. I'm just curious and sincere. --------- Ninave, Im so glad you brought this up! Ive actually been thinking quite a lot about horror lately, so Im really interested in discussing it. I was thinking about bringing it up over at the Thingie newsgroup, to see if they were willing to talk about it, but wasnt feeling quite daring enough. Hi. My name is Pam, and uh... I dont *get* horror. Im really terribly embarrassed about it, and it makes me feel like a bit of a freak. Especially in this company, because it seems that theres a lot of crossover in this Neil-ish audience to the horror market. Or, at least, what looks like horror to me. Which is not necessarily what others among you might consider horror. Apparently, one womans gut-wrenching horror is another womans delicious *frisson*. And thats the part Im really interested in hearing from others about: What is horror to you? Why do you like it? Its obvious to me that my experience isnt typical. Because horror is excruciating to me. Its not pleasurable and I dont enjoy the journey. Please dont get me wrong. Im not arguing against the artistic value of horror. I believe that there are truths that can only be told past the dark side of the moon. And those are worth getting to. But as a reader, I dont care for the stroll through hell to get there. As JaNell said, its redundant. Been there. Done that. Dont really want a return trip ticket, thanks. In my search to plumb the unfathomable, Ive gone looking for what other people have to say. These are a few of my favorite articles on the subject in the past couple of years. They helped, but I admit that they were like reading a travel brochure of Madagascar. I cognitively grasp the concepts, but they dont sink in... theyre an alien landscape to me. I cant imagine a world in which horror feels like an ice cube in _9-1/2 Weeks_ any more than I can really imagine living on Mars. Never been there. Not likely to ever get there. Women and Horror: http://www.thespook.com/2001-08/thespook-2001-08f.pdf Saving Horror: http://www.eventhorizon.com/sfzine/commentary/winter/0399.html On Dark Stories(From Neils journal on 10/30/01): http://www.nytimes.com/2001/10/30/opinion/30HAND.html Since Im asking others to talk about their experience, Ill try to explain mine first. At the risk of sounding like an idiot, the best way I can explain it is an analogy. Theres a scene in _Raiders of the Lost Ark_ where Harrison Ford falls into the archeological dig, smack into the middle of a LOT of snakes. Shortly after that, he comes face to face with a rearing cobra snake well within striking distance. And if you watch carefully, you can see the light glare off the glass panel thats between them, keeping Harrison Ford safe. As I understand things, at least 80% of the world will watch that scene and not worry about a thing. Even if they dont know about the glass, they know that its Hollywood and theres no way in hell anybodys going to do anything that might put an A-list actor in danger of being bit by a poisonous snake. This is where I veer off from the norm. What other people seem to know is not what I know. In my experience of watching the movie, there is no glass. Whether literal or inferred, there is no glass. In my world, not only will the snake bite him, it will bite you, it will be poisonous, and it will damn near kill you. It means that I dont think snakes are fun and I dont mistake them for anything tasty. (Please bear in mind that Im not insane and I can tell Hollywood from reality; I wasnt worried about Harrison Ford, either. This is just an analogy. And I don't even mind snakes, actually.) Neil said: > I've only ever written two horror stories (sandmans 6 and 14) But there are degrees. Shadows vary in intensity, and so do reactions to them. I could not finish _24 Hours_. No amount of determination and self-flagellation could make me do it. Like Appalachian snake handlers, I can build up a tolerance to very specific sorts of snakebites with time and repetitive desensitization. So I suspect that the next time I try to read it, I may make it through. But itll be a while before I try again. And itll stay with me a long, long time. The thing is, though, that I reacted similarly to the wedding gift story in S&M to a lesser degree. (Sorry, I cant remember the title.) And _Babycakes_. Not because I miss the... irony, or the creative convention. But because the darkness looms larger to me. I wouldnt consider Mikes LHT a horror novel, but there is a horrific scene in it. It was obviously intended to create that visceral reaction he spoke of. But I reacted just as strongly, in a different way, to the elves and to the bullets. And Gene Wolfe wrote a short story with a shadow at the heart of it that he says a lot of people seem to miss. But that story brought me to an abrupt halt in reading that short story collection for weeks, because it bothered me so much. On the other hand, there may be--its difficult to imagine what, exactly--things that I breeze blithely right by that knock other people on their ass. (I was never afraid of Captain von Trapp, actually; I had a childhood crush on him.) Maybe its all just conditioning. Maybe what's behind me throws a larger shadow than what's really in front of me. Obviously, I really need to go to World Horror Con and get educated. (Imagine how much courage it takes for me to even be considering it. Which I am.) But Im really afraid that if I started asking people there "Why horror?" theyd lynch me or something. Youre all kind people; I thought Id ask here instead. * So why do *I* read these stories and books? Well, I dont go looking for horror, thats for sure. But I will dare certain shadows for the words, the words, the words, and the sound of her wings. -Pam And the Dream King said: "Listen. If you listen, you can hear them." and I thought: "Listen?!? If I could ever shut them the hell up, believe me I would!"
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permalink #1011 of 2008: Pamela Basham (pamela-bird) Tue 4 Dec 01 15:50
permalink #1011 of 2008: Pamela Basham (pamela-bird) Tue 4 Dec 01 15:50
>that knock other people on their ass Pardon me. I didn't mean to diminish their collective asses.
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permalink #1012 of 2008: Maure Luke (maureluke) Tue 4 Dec 01 16:07
permalink #1012 of 2008: Maure Luke (maureluke) Tue 4 Dec 01 16:07
Kelly, Yes, birds are magical creatures, aren't they? Especially when they are yellow-headed Amazons named Rio who are latched onto the back of your neck, flapping his wings madly against the side of your face, while you are spinning in a circle trying to dislodge the mad creature from your sweater and send him flying, preferrably not in your direction for another attack . . . <ahem> Sorry. I lived with Rio - we called him Ray - for a time in NYC. The bird had it in for me, and attacked me every chance he had. I don't think he liked me in his territory; for a long time before I moved in, the only competition for Vito's attention was a disinterested cat. I don't know why Ray never went after the cat. It got to the point where Vito would leave a note on our apartment door: "Knock first! Ray's out!" so that I wouldn't be ambushed as soon as I walked in. Having said that, I was in love with an owl my aunt had as a pet, and I love penguins. I would be happy never to see another parrot again, though. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ninave, as a reader, although I don't like endings that are too easily tied up in a little bow, I need stories in which the ideal is possible. I think that in life, too often we resign ourselves to the thought that reaching an ideal is not worth attempting, because it is impossible. I need to see examples of perfection, even if it is imperfect perfection, or fictional perfection. That doesn't make any sense. Let me throw in an example. I went to a concert quite a few years ago. I had some of the singer's albums. She is a very political singer/songwriter, and I am more or less the antithesis of her political and social beliefs, but I always liked the songs of hers that weren't political. At her concert, I saw something I never thought possible - I saw pure, unfiltered, radiant joy. I was in the balcony, grinning like some loony-toon the entire concert, because I was watching a woman who was doing the one thing that made her really, honest-to-god joyful, and it's something you don't see everyday. I mean, you could feel it, she was just bursting with happiness and confidence. She was singing about things I didn't agree with, but her perfect joy was, well, perfect. Every time I catch myself considering a compromise on something that deeply affects me, I think of that night. You can't get joy like that by compromising. The point of the story is that I needed that. That woman was an example for me, of what is possible, what should and could and ought to be. Pure, unashamed joy is so rare in life that just that one night has carried my own hopes and expectations on its back for the past several years. I saw that joy in one's profession, real joy, was possible, and it's still my little anti-wind torch when it gets dark. To be trite. So if you are writing endings that work, but make you feel that you are perpetuating a myth, please remember that it may not be a myth, and that even if you fully and utterly believe the ideal is not possible, those endings are sustenance to those of us who haven't given up our belief in such things. And for those who have given up, even they need to find what they are missing somewhere - why not stories, if no where else? It's my turn to apologize for the length and content of my post. I don't usually talk so much, but I think I needed to get that out, for myself.
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permalink #1013 of 2008: Maure Luke (maureluke) Tue 4 Dec 01 16:23
permalink #1013 of 2008: Maure Luke (maureluke) Tue 4 Dec 01 16:23
Pamela, if you come to World Horror Con, I will protect you from the frenzied mob of horror-fanatics who would attempt to lynch you. Actually, though, I don't think they'd mind giving you their whys and wherefores too much at all. As for me, I think I'd lean toward your conditioning theory. Mom let me watch horror movies with her and read horror novels at a fairly young age. My brother and I would hide behind the couch to watch the horror flicks Mom and Dad would watch when I was even younger. I had nightmares of marching soldiers and death up until high school. I think I can read just about any horror novel without flinching because I spent so much time as a child being horrified. Some very few things will stay with me for a long time, but most of it I digest very easily. I don't know whether this is a good or bad thing. It just is.
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permalink #1014 of 2008: The Shadow is too big for (goldennokomis) Tue 4 Dec 01 16:36
permalink #1014 of 2008: The Shadow is too big for (goldennokomis) Tue 4 Dec 01 16:36
Pamela, you said, "Maybe it?s all just conditioning. Maybe what's behind me throws a larger shadow than what's really in front of me." Yes. Any experience is not just what's happening, or what your looking at, or hearing or reading; it's a synergistic experience made up of that plus what you bring with you: the past, intelligence, whatever. And other factors. I can't, don't want to, read about graphic human torture, or older men forcing younger girls, for example. I bring too much with me, the shadow is too big. re: Baby Cakes, yes it is brilliant. I get the point. And it changed how I see Neil, fair or not. That he could so sweetly and seductively, persuasively... the man could talk you into anything, even your own torturous death, with that voice. And that's scary, someone having that kind of power. Re: World Horror, believe or don't, looks like I'll be there; maybe a group of us should plan on rooms and such... Maure~sounds like Ani DiFranco. I've never seen anyone so comfortable in her own skin... and ask me sometime about the story of the woman who tried to pick me up there. Even my mom laughed. : O
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permalink #1015 of 2008: when i lift them they climb up stairs (josparrow) Tue 4 Dec 01 16:45
permalink #1015 of 2008: when i lift them they climb up stairs (josparrow) Tue 4 Dec 01 16:45
JaNell - please tell the story about the woman who tried to pick you up. I could do with a laugh.
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permalink #1016 of 2008: Lemon Scented Sticky Dan (stagewalker) Tue 4 Dec 01 16:48
permalink #1016 of 2008: Lemon Scented Sticky Dan (stagewalker) Tue 4 Dec 01 16:48
On moving books: When I got married and moved to chicago... oh so many years ago (has it really been over a decade??) my then wife made me get rid of my already hefty collection of paperbacks since she didn't want to deal with moving them or storing them once we got there. I deeply regret caving in on that particular point... and wish I had been able to extrapolate that incident and see what the next few years were going to be like. *sigh* Even so... moving the books we DID take was a rather herculean task. Books always are... On "knowing" an author through their work: I think you can learn some very basic things about an author.. although I don't usually think about the author while reading a book.. I'm too busy thinking about the characters. I know that Neil likes Norse Mythology... cause he writes about it a lot. I know that Mike has a truly whacked sense of humor. I know that Martha has probably had her heart broken a couple of times. Beyond that... I know everything I write has a bit of me in it.. but it also has a life of it's own. I've got a bit of a psychopath in a murder musical I've been working on and to get him kickstarted I needed to give him a bit of my personal past. There's a little chunk of Dan in this guy, but he sure as hell isn't me. Basically, I think that it's easier to assume that an author understands people than that people understand the author. On Bummery Posts I deeply believe that we need to embrace our darkness... i spent a lot of years running away from it. I've written the occasional dark bummery post just because I felt like kvetching. If it was all I ever posted, I think I'd have a problem... but I know I'm as interested in your dark bummery stuff as anything else. On Cartoon Art Museum: can't make it Friday. I'm going to an opera by Gertrude Stein that heavily incorporates Hindu mythology. The videographer and movement director from the last show I did are involved with it and it promises to be extremely interesting. On Horror: I'm not terribly into horror... I've found that a frank medical discussion of things that go wrong with the body/surgical procedures will creep me the f*ck out whereas even "24 hours" left me with a bit of a chill but nothing more. On Parrots: My friend has a parrot who is a devious little bastard. She'll tilt her head towards you and look at you plaintively... nudging her head towards to in a way that says "scratch my head, please... oh, pretty please." If you get your finger within range, she'll jerk her head back up and try to snap it off. A friend of mine was gave her owner a kiss on the neck once, and became the eternal object of hatred of this parrot. Ever since the neck nibble, she can't be in the same room as the bird, or it'll jump off it's perch and chase after her, wings extended and beak snapping. Parrots are *very* possessive of their humans. Dan (who isn't at all sorry about the length of this post... so there.)
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permalink #1017 of 2008: Pamela Basham (pamela-bird) Tue 4 Dec 01 17:04
permalink #1017 of 2008: Pamela Basham (pamela-bird) Tue 4 Dec 01 17:04
DanW: Oh, boy, could I creep you out, then, seeing as how I work in surgery. Jo: Oh, lord, after that whole little bit about not forgetting you... I forgot you. I'm so sorry about not getting your PhD funded. Obviously the reviewers have all gone senile. I'm sending you virtual margaritas, a mariachi band and a lovely little souvenir keychain with a bunch of people mooning the camera that says "Sunbun-nies" on it. *hugs*
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permalink #1018 of 2008: when i lift them they climb up stairs (josparrow) Tue 4 Dec 01 17:14
permalink #1018 of 2008: when i lift them they climb up stairs (josparrow) Tue 4 Dec 01 17:14
wooo hoo!!
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permalink #1019 of 2008: Bad Naughty Wicked Un-PC (goldennokomis) Tue 4 Dec 01 17:20
permalink #1019 of 2008: Bad Naughty Wicked Un-PC (goldennokomis) Tue 4 Dec 01 17:20
Yeah Dan! Be unrepentant! Jo~ "The MicroDyke Story" (Now, before anyone gets all het up about me using the word "dyke", bear in mind that this woman was *living* the stereotype in her personal appearance; that I myself have little room to talk; and that I'm dern well not Politically Correct nohow. :P) Sometimes, I let people influence me. Sometimes I even take their suggestions. Now, Charles DeLint had mentioned Ani diFranco, even quoted her, in a place or two, and my friend Kevin Pickle is fanatical about her, and I'd liked what I heard on the radio, so I went to her latest Knoxville concert. Alone. I have all my adventures alone, by choice. I was one of the few women there not wearing a wifebeater (tank top), hemp necklace, or short utility hair. Very few men there, too. And you have to understand, I'm about 5'7", long wavy brown hair, v. curvy, in a dark blue knit silk tunic top with low v-neckline and side slits. Not the usual for the crowd. About midway through the concert, I look down to see this teetiny, maybe 5' tall, cute as a bug muscular microdyke in a wifebeater, jeans, short hair and all, staring up at me. "Wanna beer?" I stuttered, "Um, no thanks, I have to drive." "Sure?" I nodded, confused. Finally, after seeing her smile over at me every time I looked over, I got it. Duh. She was trying to pick me up. Good grief, how funny! It wasn't her gender, it was her size. I would have crushed her. When I told the story to my mom she couldn't stop laughing. She said I'd have smothered her under one of my... never mind, y'all can figure that one out. I said, "Mom, she would have smothered to death no matter where she was at." Some of my friends have said that that was probably the point... ; >
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permalink #1020 of 2008: when i lift them they climb up stairs (josparrow) Tue 4 Dec 01 17:27
permalink #1020 of 2008: when i lift them they climb up stairs (josparrow) Tue 4 Dec 01 17:27
*grin* I don't have a similar story. But I do entertain myself by scaring off unwanted guys trying to pick me up by going into excruciating detail (complete with laboratory jargon) when they ask me what I do. the best bit is the look of blank confusion that takes over their face before they go away.
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permalink #1021 of 2008: Maure Luke (maureluke) Tue 4 Dec 01 18:51
permalink #1021 of 2008: Maure Luke (maureluke) Tue 4 Dec 01 18:51
JaNell, yes, that is who it was. I thought it better not to mention her name, because what that night brought me was more important than the connotations her name brings up, and I didn't want to detract from what I was trying to say. I do that enough on my own. Also, I went to subsequent concerts and was alarmed at how different she is on stage now. The first time I saw her was many years ago, and I hadn't seen her live for, I don't know, four or five albums, before seeing her again. Maybe she's just grown up, but she's sadder now, or maybe somewhat bitter - but that seems a little harsh. I don't know, there's just a spark missing that I thought was there before. It may very well be me. I like your micro-dyke story. Megan always seems to pick up girlfriends or boyfriends at Ani concerts. I had to drag her away kicking when she had caught the attention of Julie, the bass player two (one?) tours ago. I don't know how she does it. There's a reason she's the Notorious Red-headed Sister #3.
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permalink #1022 of 2008: Plain Ol' Shades of Brown (goldennokomis) Tue 4 Dec 01 19:08
permalink #1022 of 2008: Plain Ol' Shades of Brown (goldennokomis) Tue 4 Dec 01 19:08
Megan is definitely dangerous, Maure, and you tell her I said so; next time I see her, that hair is mine. The story is funnier told in person, with gestures; the woman only came up to (doing the "shoulder-high" gesture); her whole head was only a little bigger than my (gesture)! the thing is, I don't like beer...
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permalink #1023 of 2008: Erynn Miles (erynn-miles) Tue 4 Dec 01 20:19
permalink #1023 of 2008: Erynn Miles (erynn-miles) Tue 4 Dec 01 20:19
When I hear the word Horror, I always think of the old slasher movies; people running around screaming and gasping in, well, Horror. I like to read what some people may categorize as Horror. But I don't really think it is. Most of the stories that I read and write tend to leave me with (or at least take me through) an Eerie feeling. So it is my belief that they should change the genre name from "Horror" to "Eerie". Usually much more fitting. In my opinion, anyway. I used to read about serial killers, not because I admired them, but because I was curious as to why they came to do what they did. A lot of people would look at that book collection and think I was seriously deranged for wanting to read that stuff. I think it was informative. Real life Horror is always the hardest for people to come to terms with because there are parts of them in all of us. Because they're human. Not Werewolves or Vampires. For instance, if you want to read a really good Horror (or Eerie) story, read the biography of L. Ron Hubbard. Now there's a really intriguingly scary man. I really hope that my stories (or characters) don't reflect too much on me as a person. I write some pretty sick shit sometimes. Mostly things that people don't want to see in themselves or elsewhere. But then, since it came from my mind, there must be parts of me in there somewhere. And I agree with everything Dan said...
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permalink #1024 of 2008: Will Entrekin (willentrekin) Tue 4 Dec 01 20:40
permalink #1024 of 2008: Will Entrekin (willentrekin) Tue 4 Dec 01 20:40
I don't know where I stand on horror. *Needful Things* is the book that got me started, and King remains one of my favorite writers. I mean, no, he can't end most stories to save his life, but the man can *write*. My father read everything, and so I have to. But on genre, to be honest, I resist any and all genre classification. Maybe it'll make it harder to get published, I guess, if I'm not writing straight-science-fiction, or fantasy story, but, you know, I'd rather go through that extra year doing it my way than write something that's not mine (and besides, it makes me happy, and that's good enough for Maure, so it's good enough for me). My second novel has a time machine, but I really wouldn't call it science fiction, by any stretch of the term. The story I mentioned I wouldn't call horror. It's called "Murmur", and it's very disturbing, and it's twisted, but horror? I just don't know. You know, a couple of months ago, I started wondering about fear. Like, pure fear. I hadn't felt it since roughly Michael Jackson's video for *Thriller*. I was, like, five, maybe six, and I wouldn't walk upstairs by myself for a year after I saw that movie. For some reason, I got to thinking about not having been terrified for a while, about how I was more worried about credit cards and rents and girlfriends and suchlike. And I asked people when the last time they'd been really scared had been. And then September 11th came, and I got scared. It's... well, I was gonna say funny, but I won't; when I was a child, maybe seven, my grandmother gave me a book, sort of like an encyclopedia but meant to be read. Just random articles. You could turn to a page and go "Really? Really? Huh. Didn't know that. Thanks," and then close it. One of the last passages was on Nostradamus, and it mentioned his prediction of the Destruction of New York and the start of World War III in the late nineties. I was six or seven, and that petrified me for years. And then I kind of grew out of it. I went to school, got grades, got a car, all that stuff. Went off to college. Didn't think much of it. A year and a half before it happened, I started having recurring nightmares again. I'd be in a basement apartment in Jersey City which, for some dream-logic reason, would still have a view of Manhattan, and I'd watch it come down. Not every night, but once a week, definitely, and often more than that. And then it happened, while I was on Madison Avenue. I rode the Hoboken Ferry home and watched that third building collapse, and it was like something out of one of my nightmares (well. In daylight. But still). That scared me more than Michael Jackson. JaNell- that was a good story. I laughed me arse off. Maure- that's always the sexiest, most beautiful thing I ever see. Just those single moments of pure joy. Rocking on and on. Like, that movie, *Bring it On*. My sister couldn't be a cheerleader, so I had to be big-brother-guy and bring her, and there was a moment where Kirsten Dunst rocked out to a punk song, and it remains one of the sexiest things I've seen in a long while. Really, all it takes for me to fall utterly in love with a girl is to see her lose herself dancing. That's cool. Pamela- loved your post, but your correction had me rolling.
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permalink #1025 of 2008: Roxanne Cataudella (rocky-nyc) Tue 4 Dec 01 22:16
permalink #1025 of 2008: Roxanne Cataudella (rocky-nyc) Tue 4 Dec 01 22:16
Pamela - My definition of horror is when I can't go to sleep in the same room as the book I'm reading. Stephen King's "Nightshift" and "The Excorcist" are good examples of that peculiar reaction. They both had to be read in broad daylight. And somebody had to be in the house with me. Will - Not to worry, Nostrodamus' so-called prediction of the attack on NYC was debunked. There's a website specifically dedicated to that sort of thing. Anybody remember a book from the late 70s called, "The Late Great Planet Earth?" Does Harlan Ellison write horror or fantasy? And how do writers feel about these categories? Do you get any say about your own genre designation?
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