To many a person who asks me what kind of genres I prefer in reading, one that I always talk about is horror. My reading on this area however, is very limited. Still there is a very strong pull I feel towards the macabre in literature. There is one episode in my childhood which I still remember vividly. Back during the time of VHS tapes, I rented this B-movie about a werewolf ( I cannot recall the name of it now !) and returned it to the shop a few hours later and told the guy there er...I couldn't watch this completely, scared me silly ! Can I rent another tape ? The guy looked at me with a raised eyebrow and burst out laughing after which he said Kid, everyone who took this tape brought this back saying its the lousiest horror flick they ever saw ! Go ahead and pick something else from the shelves. I grinned and went on my way and that I think was my first brush with horror in a medium.
It is really unfair to this little book that it is just named The Ruskin Bond here in the site. The name in fact is The Ruskin Bond Horror Omnibus and has a jolly good collection of stories in the genre to match its name. A lot many masters have a representation here including Rudyard Kipling , Hugh Walpole, C. A. Kincaid and Bram Stoker. I liked the way the book was structured for unlike the usual anthology structure, the quality of the stories are well maintained except for two or three odd ones. Interestingly, I found myself cuddling up more to the stories where horror was more psychological than physical. A fine example of this was The Last Match which focussed exclusively of one woman stuck in a lonely home right amidst a brutal snowstorm. The horror mounts in steps here and by the time you reach the top, it is as taut as a string. Another one of my favorites was The Staircase where the central character is a whole house and a gothic feel adds more vivid colors to the sketch.
I was under a spell I suppose, reading has been at a snail's pace and not entirely to my satisfaction. I can offer a thousand excuses for the slow down in my reading but of late I have realized the truth behind the maxim If it is really important to you, you will find a way. If it is not, you will find an excuse. Upon returning from a long trip, I could practically sense the books in my shelf looking at me in a way that made me feel guilty.
Mea culpa my dear friends mea maxima culpa !
I have revived at the hand of a master from the world of Malayalam literature now. O.V. Vijayan's Gurusagaram feels like nectar brimming over with heavenly language. Let me see if I can find it in this site.