He lives in the darkness beneath the stairs, in the apartment closet to the garbage cans. He eats CheezDoodles. He tells Jesse he has things to show her...
George Raymond Richard "R.R." Martin was born September 20, 1948, in Bayonne, New Jersey. His father was Raymond Collins Martin, a longshoreman, and his mother was Margaret Brady Martin. He has two sisters, Darleen Martin Lapinski and Janet Martin Patten.
Martin attended Mary Jane Donohoe School and Marist High School. He began writing very young, selling monster stories to other neighborhood children for pennies, dramatic readings included. Later he became a comic book fan and collector in high school, and began to write fiction for comic fanzines (amateur fan magazines). Martin's first professional sale was made in 1970 at age 21: The Hero, sold to Galaxy, published in February, 1971 issue. Other sales followed.
In 1970 Martin received a B.S. in Journalism from Northwestern University, Evanston, Illinois, graduating summa cum laude. He went on to complete a M.S. in Journalism in 1971, also from Northwestern.
As a conscientious objector, Martin did alternative service 1972-1974 with VISTA, attached to Cook County Legal Assistance Foundation. He also directed chess tournaments for the Continental Chess Association from 1973-1976, and was a Journalism instructor at Clarke College, Dubuque, Iowa, from 1976-1978. He wrote part-time throughout the 1970s while working as a VISTA Volunteer, chess director, and teacher.
In 1975 he married Gale Burnick. They divorced in 1979, with no children. Martin became a full-time writer in 1979. He was writer-in-residence at Clarke College from 1978-79.
Moving on to Hollywood, Martin signed on as a story editor for Twilight Zone at CBS Television in 1986. In 1987 Martin became an Executive Story Consultant for Beauty and the Beast at CBS. In 1988 he became a Producer for Beauty and the Beast, then in 1989 moved up to Co-Supervising Producer. He was Executive Producer for Doorways, a pilot which he wrote for Columbia Pictures Television, which was filmed during 1992-93.
Martin's present home is Santa Fe, New Mexico. He is a member of Science Fiction & Fantasy Writers of America (he was South-Central Regional Director 1977-1979, and Vice President 1996-1998), and of Writers' Guild of America, West.
The unease conveyed in this short story is very relatable. Like the blurb says, and even with the actual physicality set aside, I feel like many of us have a Pear-Shaped Person (or two) in our lives; the one whose intentions and attentions are vaguely strange and uncomfortable; the one whose communications and habits are so very different from our own that interactions are awkward and confusing; the one who carries an underlying sense of menace...The sort of person that you can't seem to stop bumping into, even though you eventually start trying to actively avoid them.
This disturbing little story captures the dread of that really well. Powerful in its buildup, I admit that I don't feel like Martin nailed the ending at all, but the sense of familiarity and fear are top-notch.
This may be the story that got my little Skype group going on the Martin collection. I don't think it was part of our group-read, but we had each read it at some point or other and it got us chatting. It's an interesting one to discuss
This was my introduction to the writing of George RR Martin. I bought the Pulphouse chapbook at a Norwescon many years ago, when it first came out. This is a chiseled gem of a story, one that made me immediately go out in search of books by George RR Martin. Creepy and completely unique.The Pear Shaped Man
Another one of the titles on my “most disturbing short story list”
This time the story is from George RR Martin, the guy that wrote Game of Thrones. At this point in my list, most of the stories had come from earlier than the 1960’s. (That is, with the exception of the Vonnegut and of the Ligotti. But for me Ligotti’s prose feels stiff and stilted and the Vonnegut story was sort of dramatic surrealism). So when I started reading Martin’s story, I was immediately struck by how modern and natural his prose and his characters felt, and to my surprise, it was actually a relief after the stilted and old-fashioned stuffiness of people who wrote stories long ago. (I’d just finished two volumes of Shirley Jackson stories to boot.)
So even though the story starts off with a fairly mundane scenario, I was kind of enjoying myself. Not for long, though. There was a fly in the “we’ve happily moved to a new apartment” ointment. There was a booger in the nose of the story, that just wouldn’t go away, like one of those zits that just get worse when you try to squish them into extinction. It was The Pear-shaped Man.
He was like the dog-crap that you can’t get off your shoe. He was like the bubble-gum you sat on and can’t get off the seat of your pants. He was like an ear-worm of the crappiest song you’d ever heard. He was the floater in the toilet that refused to go down. He was like the fly on Mike Pence’s head. He was like the mosquito that had crept through the mosquito net. He was like that ex who keeps trying to hook up with you again. He was that ink on your fingers that just won’t wash off. He was the spam that keeps coming even after you’ve blocked both the mail and the domain. He was the smell of the garlic that you’d eaten too much of the night before. He was like loud noises in the plumbing when you’re trying to sleep, or the neighbor playing Heavy Metal on full volume at 4 AM in the morning when you have a presentation to give. He was like rats in the roof, like cockroaches under the sink. He was like tinnitus and like indigestion. He was like ants in your sugar, like sleet in the street. He was the loud static on a phone call. He was like a cheese curl that you find in your clean underpants/panties. He was like the persistent smell of vomit after that drunk friend you were so kind to give a lift to, barffed in your car. He was like a scream in the brakes of your car that progresses to a scream in the back of your head. Have you finally got it, dear readers, what The Pear-shaped Man was like?
Only, that’s not all he was. Nooooooo-no-no-no. He was something far worse. But you’d have to read the story to truly know how The Pear-shaped Man is.
All I’ll say further on the matter, is that I felt ill for a while after finishing the story, and that I will never look at cheese curls the same way again; they will always remind me of The Pear-shaped Man. Also, the story did have a Lovecraftian feel to it at the end, but at least those writers from long ago were subtle…
This was definitely one of the creepiest stories I've ever read. George R. R. Martin does creepy incredibly well and I felt uneasy from start to end. The plot gets progressively more nauseating until the twist at the very end, which I found absolutely hilarious and definitely did not see coming.
As a whole I quite liked it and feel like I got my hour's worth of enjoyment. I'm also never going to eat cheetos again and no, I do NOT want your things.
One hell of a creepy story, i came to know about this in a GRRM interview where he was recollecting how when he came home form an award ceremony where he was awarded the best horror story for this and showed his mom the award with the inscription, "George R.R Martin","The Pear Shaped Man" the only thing his mother said was, that is a very rude thing to say about someone.
The interview was hilarious, his mother's story was hilarious, THIS STORY IS NOT. You will get the creeps for a week after reading this. A very short read but it will remain with you for a long long time.
The best horrors have some measure of reality I think. George does this well. Don and Angela didn't take her concerns seriously. Like sure, the man did nothing illegal, but since when did something have to be illegal for it to be wrong? Don seriously gaslighted her too. I was genuinely feeling horrified while reading this at how real most of it was. Of course there's an element of the supernatural, however women get stalked in reality all too commonly. Gaslighting is also sadly all too common. "No, you're overreacting, it's all in your head." Unfortunately only when something horrible happens then you're believed. Except in Jessie's case, nobody knew that she was right. Nobody knew that something horrible happened to her.
I think George really captured the horrors of being unsettled by a man and having your concerns be framed as paranoia. Or worse, obsession. Don infuriated me and yet made me appreciate George's writing all the more. Because Donald is a typical person (esp. typical of a man) who thinks that everything is in her head. And oh the poor man is just a sad sap with no social skills and you're horrible for judging him you bad woman! George managed to captured that dread very well. The anger that comes from having people tell you that you're crazy in essence. She was being stalked by this man and nobody took her seriously. And part of the horror comes from how normal this is. Jessie could be any woman. In fact, George himself in the story says that everyone knows a pear shaped man. Angela stated she could have met him on a date. He's a common man. Which adds to the element of horror. In fact, it's telling that it's women that he goes after to the point that in the end, he would know a woman who was different when he saw her. And he would go after her of course, the way the previous one went after Jessie.
Throughout the story, I kept thinking of how he had some of the hallmarks of a serial killer. Also, despite the fact that it is something supernatural, the ending felt very much like a metaphor for rape.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
The Pear-Shaped Man was another of George R.R. Martin’s short stories that can be labelled as horror. As with other stories labelled as such from the author, this was not a terrifying read but it was a creepy read. It is one of those subtly unsettling reads that leaves you eager to see how everything comes together, desperately turning the pages to see what the creepy ending will be.
All in all, another enjoyable creepy read from George R.R. Martin.
For those of you who associate George R.R. Martin solely to 'A Song of Ice and Fire', I have one thing to tell you: read this story. It's a quick read and it will leave you with your mouth wide open, your mind blown, goosebumps all over your skin, and a sickening feeling in your stomach. Props to you if you read this at night when the house is quiet.
Creepy and occasionally funny story about a beautiful illustrator living with a downstairs neighbor who has wet lips and a thing for Cheez Doodles. Visceral, gross, well told.
Eeeeek! Eeeew! I'm creeped out just the way it was intended. Hilariously disgusting stalker neighbour monster, well done :) - could be a Twilight Zone episode. One of the good ones.
Some compare the Pear-Shaped Man to The Three-Eyed Crow aka Bloodraven. Will be exciting to see if the CotF and Bloodraven are more villains than not, in the end. Would make for a cool twist for sure.
Classico racconto horror che riesce a creare un'atmosfera opprimente e disturbante partendo da pochi dettagli apparentemente fuori posto in un contesto quotidiano comune e banale,creando un crescendo che porta a chiedersi se non sia tutto frutto della mente malata e prevenuta della protagonista,prima del colpo di scena che chiude degnamente la vicenda.
This is one of the creepiest, most bizarre stories that I've ever read. And regardless of your views on ASOIAF series, there is no denying that George R.R. Martin is a great writer and damn entertaining fella. Take an afternoon and treat yourself to this weird, little gem.
Hilarious, creepy, accurate. I read this in an empty library at around 11 pm and suggest you find a similarly eerie location to enjoy this story. Really bumped it from a 4 to a 5.
A good but not great short-story from George R.R. Martin. The horror--and sort of mystery-- surrounding the titular character is well-crafted, but the prose itself leaves a lot to be desired. Still, I can appreciate GRRM's knack for making an incredibly weird and frankly disturbing monster. As the short-story's opening ends with: Everyone knows a Pear-Shaped Man. The sort of everyday, ordinary approach to him leaves you guessing at what's really going on. It feels grounded, but then something supernatural or extraordinary happens, creating a sort of surreal feeling. One might start doubting our protagonist, Jessie. Is she actually delirious? Is her fear of this man justified? The story is sort of a rollercoaster in this regard. One might feel repulsed due to Jessie's perception of the Pear-Shaped Man, but at the same time everyone around her is telling her to look at what happens with rationale and objectivity. I won't say more on the story, as the minute details and the plot itself is something to be experienced on a complete read-through. So yes, the story and the concept are deserving of praise. Sadly, the writing, especially some of the dialogue, fell flat for me, leading to me not being as invested as I perhaps could have been. It's almost frustrating how much I want to really love this story, but I'll have to give it a score of 3 stars. Good, but could have been great.
El primer cuento que leí de la antología de terror del mismo autor, con un estilo que favorece la psicosis, con una protagonista temerosa de este extraño hombre que la observa constántemente. Y con un final que te deja igual de boquiabierta que los otros de la misma colección. No fue de mis favoritos, aunque sí que llegué a tener una cierta compasión por la protagonista porque siendo mujer me ha pasado de sentirme observada e, incluso, perseguida, sin que nadie prestara atención al hecho. Aunque estoy agradecida de que nunca me haya llegado el final tan horripilante que le aconteció a la pobre muchacha.
Por lo que sí, un cuento sobre el horror y las cosas asquerosas, el morbo y el terror, que se puede leer en menos de unas cuantas horas.
Yes, that George R.R. Martin wrote a horror story about a young artist's descent into paranoia when she believes she is being targeted by the disgusting 'Pear-Shaped Man'. Not just an interesting curio due to its author, it is also highly effective horror with a wonderfully nightmarish atmosphere and sense of dread. Not extreme, but enjoyably disturbing and well worth reading. Notably it also has multiple mentions of 'Cheez Doodles', which UK readers might be more familiar with as Wotsits, or German readers may know as Herr's Cheese Curls or Käse Locken.
Genuinely one of the creepiest and most captivating things I’ve ever read. GRRM is not generally known for writing in modern settings—we all know him for epic fantasy in ASOIAF, or for his huge catalogue of sci-fi work—so I was surprised to see this story took place in a modern, every day setting, and that GRRM wrote that setting so well. He is genuinely a master of the craft.
I never could have imagined cheese curls could be such an effective source of horror. Just read this story, please.
Грушеподобный человек живёт в полуподвальном этаже. Даже хозяин здания не знает, что это за фрукт, но особо не интересуется, потому что оплата вносится регулярно - что ещё нужно? Новая жилица помешалась на этом неуклюжем, нездоровом и, кажется, умственно отсталом гаргантюа. Друзья рекомендуют не убегать от своих страхов, а встретиться с ними лицом к лицу.