Status Updates From Danse Macabre

'The paradox is this: children, who are physically quite weak, lift the weight of unbelief with ease. They are the jugglers of the invisible world—a perfectly understandable phenomenon when you consider the perspective they must view things from.'

Yup

"...each succeeds in overleaping reality and entering a world of total fantasy. But we are not left behind in this leap; we are brought along and allowed to view these archetypes of Werewolf, Vampire, and Thing not as figures of myth but as figures of near reality—which is to say, we are brought along for the ride of our lives. And this, at least, surpasses "good." Man . . . that's great." It's fantasy, that's it?

in Stevenson's own terms, the conflict between mortification and gratification. This old struggle is the cornerstone of Christianity, but...in mythic terms, the twinning of Jekyll and Hyde suggests another duality:...the Apollonian (the creature of intellect, morality, and nobility, "always treading the upward path") and the Dionysian (...partying and physical gratification; the getdownandboogie side of human nature)

This seems like confusion of forms. Visual for intellectual: "Much of the sex in horror fiction is deeply involved in power tripping; it's sex based upon relationships where one partner is largely under the control of the other; sex which almost inevitably leads to some bad end. I refer you, for instance, to Alien...Weaver is dressed in bikini panties and a thin T-shirt..." Alien isnt a novel. The story isn't sexist.

This is exactly why Lovecraft always loses me so quickly, or I should say, discussions of the greatness of his legacy lose me:

"After all, what is the paltry inside evil of the A-bomb when compared to Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos, or Yog-Sothoth, the Goat with a Thousand Young?"

It always comes out sounding like an Avengers plotline.

"Oddly enough, the comforting lesson that many horror movies seem to teach the young is that fate is kind. Not a bad lesson at all for the little people, who so rightly see themselves as hostages to forces larger than themselves." The genre isn't short on stories that end badly, but neither does it shy away from happy ever afters. Maybe even the ones that end badly tell us something about what's right.

Here's a glimmer of that King wisdom readers are looking for:

One of the things that makes art a force to be reckoned with even by those who don't care for it is the regularity with which myth swallows truth . . . and without so much as a burp of indigestion.

The writing in this book just doesn't seem up to the quality of his other work around this time. It's all very nonchalant and uncrafted:

"Walk down any ordinary street in America and count the serious physical defects you see. If you can walk three miles and come up with more than half a dozen, you're beating the average by a good country mile."

Mixing proverbial miles with literal ones? Lazy phrasing.

For all King's insight, he skews things out of perspective sometimes. In discussing "...the spectre of juvenile delinquency: the mythic teenaged hood..." he mentions the fear that these villains might kill and rape a dog? Then, in I Was a Teenage Werewolf "Michael Landon plays an attractive but moody high school student...involved in one fight after another..Landon...actually provokes none of these fights."

This meditation on the societal perspective of freakishness is cool: Branwell Brontë was in fact so ambidextrous that he could write two different letters to two different people at the same tine. We might reasonably wonder if such an ability qualifies as monstrosity . . . or genius.

If I were going to read anyone's thoughts on this subject, it would be Stephen King's, but am I the only horror fan who doesn't see the need to answer the question at all?

"What does horror do? Why do people want to be horrified . . . why do they pay to be horrified? Why an Exorcist? A Jaws? An Alien?"

"Because they're awesome," always seemed sufficient when I was growing up. Still does. The how is more interesting

Cool to know the origin of "He thrusts his fists against the posts," but otherwise not the most engaging writing.

For now, the worst has been faced and it wasn't so bad after all. There was that magic moment of reintegration and safety at the end, that same feeling that comes when the roller coaster stops at the end of its run and you get off with your best girl, both of you whole and unhurt.