While horror fans are all set to watch "Black Christmas" again for their annual holiday tradition, what classic seasonal offerings are out there for the literature lovers with which to indulge their appetite for Yuletide macabre? I decided to turn to Ramsey Campbell for the answer. His novel "Incarnate" is a staple of 80s horror fiction and on every collector's shelf, and is centered around the Christmas season in London, when and where the supernatural has been celebrated long before the days of Dickens. But was this the right choice for winter chills?
Not for me, unfortunately. It seemed to me the writing was much more difficult than it had a right to be. Campbell's sentence structures left me often confused as to who was speaking, what was happening, or why we were reading about it in the first place. I've read my fair share of challenging work, but so far, I could see no artistic merit to the obtuse nature of Campbell's prose. The majority of the first act concerned our main character, Molly, and her job. It wasn't clear what her job was supposed to be. I know it had something to do with television or film. Maybe. That's a real problem, because Campbell feels so compelled to linger on her life on the clock, which largely seems to be flirting with an American documentary producer while fending off toxic male bosses.
And speaking of flirting, I can't for the life of me understand the attraction she has with the American. The way he is depicted, I couldn't help picturing a young Eugene Levy with a good ol' boy Southern accent and an irritating personality. He is extremely socially awkward, and spends their entire first date talking about what a failure he is, all the things he feels guilty about, and the death of his brother in Vietnam. When the date is over, he tells Molly he had a great time. Was the feeling mutual for Molly? Don't know. I can't imagine she felt anything but depressed. But Molly is the most wooden and stoic character I've read about in years, so we don't understand what's going on with her very clearly, and that hurts our ability to sympathize with her as the main protagonist.
We do know that as a young adult, she was the subject of some experiments with dreams. She seemed to be one of a select group that dreamed about tragedies that would take place in the near future, cursed with foresight, but helpless to be able to stop any bad outcomes. Or perhaps things in their dreams are leaking out into reality? We get a hint of that when we meet two other "dreamers" going about their own mundane lives in painful and unnecessary detail. The important piece is that while they sleep, the young daughter of one of the former test subjects sees a pink face reflected in a window, and the husband of the other sees a giant fat naked man baby waddling out of the house.
We've also got two of the most annoying characters ever put to pen, and when I say annoying, I mean that every time they appeared it felt my like someone was shoving shards of glass between my teeth. One is a dopey kid who works at an old fashioned movie theater, and another is the young daughter already mentioned. The latter is the worst. Capmbell clearly does not know how to write children. "We're having a great Christmas, aren't we Mummy?" Oh, zip it, Tiny Tim!
And that's about all I can say about this whole whopper of a book. It grated on my nerves. I can't articulate all the reasons why. But it did. Badly.
Which is a shame, because I really was looking forward to this one, as it has been recommended over the years by people whose tastes I share. Perhaps I just overloaded myself on horror paperbacks this fall and just wasn't in the mood for this kind of fare right now. But I just don't know if I could bring myself to revisit this again even in a different mindset. It was that irritating.
I can't rate it only one star, as Campbell clearly has some talent on display here, and seemed to have a lot to say. I just didn't understand what he was saying. Overall, I felt this was a bloated attempt with too many clashing elements of science fiction, horror, and melodrama, too many characters that I couldn't connect with, too many side plots, and too many odd sentence structures. If you choose to take a bite out of this one, watch for broken glass.