The horror genre is one, I must admit, that has never really
appealed to me. Like any good child of
the 1980s I read Goosebumps and then Point Horror to ease myself into the
darker world of real horror writing to fuel the torment of my adolescence. I didn’t really get on with it, discovered
Mills and Boon and so fuelled the hopeless romance of my adolescence instead.
Having said that, this is not a genre that I avoid. I have read some Stephen King novels and
found Carrie to be excellent. I don’t
find the concept of haunting frightening, but instead the reaction of people
under stress or some psychosis. What could
possibly happen in reality is always worse than something impossible. Something truly dark, truly horrid that lives
within us all, but we do not speak of it.
When it is uncovered and we face it, then I believe horror is seen. In 120
Days of Sodom, De Sade wanted to create "the
most impure tale that has ever been written since the world exists." It tells of rape, murder, kidnap, abuse and
torture. The heroes are the worst that
men can be, and the crimes of the book are given in terrible detail. Generally this book is not classed as horror,
but as either Gothic writing or pornography.
I read it as part of a Surrealism course at University and found it very
challenging. It is entirely different
and apart from anything else I have ever read and is not a work that I wish to
emulate. It describes real crimes and
horrors that can and have happened to real people. It is a piece of true horror writing.
The creation of tension in a book is a great skill. I have recently read two horror novels that
both work with tension very expertly and both have ghosts. Susan Hill’s The Woman in Black is a great piece
of claustrophobic horror. The whole book
was enhanced by my reading of it whilst my husband was working away. I would sit in bed alone, un-nerving myself
whilst the rat that lived in the loft scrambled and scratched away. Very atmospheric. Sarah
Waters’ The Little Stranger was a different kind of tension. Because the ghost is not seen by the
narrator, and indeed is doubted several times, the reader has to choose whether
the ghost is real, or a manifestation of the losses caused to the Ayres family. But when the ghost is haunting, the tension
is wonderfully and chillingly written.
I think that my story will not be a horror. That is not to say however that only nice
things will happen. If it is to reflect
life, then tension, and indeed unpleasantness, will be addressed.
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