Being Surreal(ist) a Century Later
Andrew
A pleasing consensus so far about my novel Crazy Time is that it’s pretty darned surreal: one reviewer calls it “not just a horror novel, but a surreal world,” which…
Sundry Musings
Trouble Where Arthouse Meets Megaplex
Recent articles have lauded the movie The Witch for flying from the festival circuit to grace the mainstream’s megaplexes with its arthouse horror presence. I’m a snob about snobbery: while…
Christmas Dystopia: The Real Season of Fear
‘Tis the season to be afraid. No, I’m not confusing the Holiday Season—fuck it, I mean the Christmas Season—with Halloween. I mean the real season of horror, the one when…
Horror as Banishment
An annoying question that intellectuals ignorant about the horror genre often think they’re terribly clever for asking: what is horror, anyway? An annoying corollary: why would anyone read or write…
Living in Fiction, Class Warfare, and Such
This morning I wrote in an email that I have no interest in memoir. Poe called it the imp of the perverse; Foucault’s inversion was the perverse implantation. Perhaps my…