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A HEAD FULL OF GHOSTS by Paul Tremblay (2016, William Morrow/Harper Collins)

That night, standing in Marjorie’s doorway, [...] I saw Marjorie clinging to the wall like a spider. Her circular poster collage, her collection of glossy body parts, was her web, and she hovered over its center. Her arms and legs were spread-eagled, with her hands, wrists, feet, and ankles sunk into the wall as though it were slowly absorbing her. Marjorie squirmed and writhed in place, her feet at least my height above the floor. Dad had to look up at her and he tugged on her sweatshirt, demanding that she wake up and come down off the wall.
– from A Head Full of Ghosts


While A Head Full of Ghosts is an easily read book, the story it tells is a complex weave of interactions within the Barrett family and the family’s interactions with those outside, mainly Father Wanderley and the crew of a reality TV show.

Merry – Meredith – our narrator looks back from the age of 23 on events that happened when she was 8 and her sister, Marjorie, was 14 and going insane. Or being possessed by a demon. Or just being a teenager, a smart, perhaps manipulative teenager, watching her family disintegrate after her father, John, lost his job at the toy factory. Or maybe she’s a combination of these or all of them.

Merry senses the tension building as her father, unable to secure a new job, finds a tenuous solace in his faith, his quest for comfort and guidance alienating their non-believing mother who becomes more distant, even paralyzed by escalating events. Merry hears their whispers, not quite aware what appointments Marjorie is going to, not really sure what a psychiatrist is. Then, one night, screaming draws Merry and her parents to Marjorie’s room where, apparently asleep, Marjorie’s arms and legs are embedded in the wall.

John seeks help from Father Wanderley who believes Marjorie is possessed and acts as liaison with the Catholic Church in discussing Marjorie’s condition. Wanderley contacts a television production company, and economically-strapped John sees potential relief, grasping the opportunity to be the center of a reality TV show, Possession, documenting the days leading to an exorcism.

Throughout the novel Tremblay alludes to other stories of possession, including The Thing (1982, dir. John Carpenter) but especially the most famous of all, The Exorcist by William Peter Blatty (1971) and the movie directed by William Friedkin (1973). These allusions are one of the mechanisms by which Tremblay presents the complexity of the situation. Another narrative strategy involves repeatedly raising the question of how much to trust a survivor’s narrative. How much does Merry truly remember, how much is what she relates affected by her nearly life-long immersion in the cultural discussion of a TV show that for a time mesmerized the country, how much is she trying to spare herself from memories of a traumatic period that destroyed her family, how is her perspective affected by guilt?

A third strategy is couching the narrative as a series of dichotomies, the most obvious of which is possession vs. insanity, though not just the demonic possession of Marjorie but, broadening the meaning of the word, the possibility of Merry’s possession by Marjorie and John’s possession by religious fervor. Other dichotomies include middle class ideals and hopes vs. economic reality; expectations of males vs. expectations of females; male-centered religion vs. female independence and intelligence; memory vs. reality; reality vs. reality TV, and implicit in that last a critique of profiting from a family’s misery and fear, stilting their lives with a not-quite scripted set of expectations and at times either unconsciously or consciously pointing desperate people towards extreme behavior in the name of entertainment. Whether or not Marjorie is possessed by a demon, the whole family may be possessed by the demands and processes and schedules of reality TV, which, finally, leads to – and maybe even implicates the reader in – another dichotomy, witnessing vs. voyeurism.

In short, A Head Full of Ghosts is a dark satire of the novel of possession, of religion, focusing on the Catholic Church but not exclusively, and of the invasiveness of mass media. Each of the four sections of the novel start with a blog post by a Karen Brissette critiquing an episode or episodes of Possession, each post deconstructing the storyline and acting, the effects and the focus of the episodes. This could have backfired by becoming a pedantic authorial interjection, but Tremblay weaves the points made into his main narrative which adds depth – and eventually more questions – by scrutinizing the family and its individual members, their motives and the stresses on each. But what makes the story compelling is the voice of Merry, still trying to mend, still broken, the voice of a young woman remembering her eight-year-old self and her assumptions and misunderstandings and hopes and fears and deep abiding love and adoration for her sister, her older, vibrant, imaginative, possibly insane sister.

If you don’t read any other horror novel this year, consider reading this one. It’s more than worth your time and one of those rare novels you may feel the need to reread soon.


At the end of the paperback edition of A Head Full of Ghosts are appendices, one a revision of a previously published essay in the on-line magazine, Nightmare arguing for a certain approach to the horror story, and another suggesting further reading and viewing, most of which I’ve managed to miss except for two I’ve alluded to in past Octobers, The Cormorant by Stephen Gregory and Quatermass and the Pit (1967, also known as Five Million Miles to Earth), both recommendations I heartily second. I was also lucky enough recently to catch up to one of Tremblay’s other recommendations:

Session 9 (2001) -- A crew wins the bid to clean out Danvers State Mental Institution, a huge, rambling building from the 1800s closed fifteen years earlier after a scandal. Each of the cleaners has issues and their issues magnify while in the building. The question is whether their issues just come to the fore all at once, each resonating and strengthening off what the others are going through, or if something in Danvers is playing on each man’s weaknesses. There is reason to believe something infests Danvers stemming from a former inmate who had murdered family members, an inmate with multiple personalities, one of which named Simon frightens the other personalities. Starring Peter Mullan, David Caruso and Josh Lucas, this is one of the best supernatural thrillers I've watched recently (thank you Paul Tremblay). For anyone with an allergy to Caruso post-CSI: Miami he is not the lead, but as when paired with William Patterson or Gary Sinise in the CSI franchise, he acts more and poses less, and his performance as the main character’s friend and partner is strong and effective, showing the character’s anger almost always on boil and ready to spill over at any moment.
 
Finally dug into some Arthur Machen, his longish short story (almost novelette) "The Inmost Light." I liked it a lot - very understated, with only hintings of the supernatural. I must say it is refreshing to "reboot" to a simpler time, when horror, wonder, and awe were inspired through subtlety and not obviousness--gore, outright fear, etc.

Next up I'm going to read another Machen story, his classic "The White People." After that I'll probably read a story or two by Algernon Blackwood, but am sure I'll come back to Machen.

Hi, Alchemist.

Good to hear you're enjoying Machen. I think you'll enjoy Blackwood, too.

About subtlety, the Mark Morris article posted earlier highlights that. Hints, innuendos, a turn of phrase that seems odd at the time of reading, all can excite expectations, prod anxieties. The effect of a great deal of good horror fiction isn't actually horror, but the anticipation of something horrible, a certain kind of narrative suspense.


Randy M.
 
OK, just read "The Willows" by Algernon Blackwood last night and loved it, perhaps even more than Machen. I like Blackwood's quasi-mystical style, that the horror of the supernatural is not merely fear of evil, but more the fear of the unknown and the mind's dark places, yet where the mind meets some other reality.

"The Willows" is a classic for a reason. At about 20,000 words it is more of a novella than short story, but I read it all in one sitting, so entranced was I. Like Machen, he builds on subtleties, although in this story the supernatural is far more present--the protagonists face it directly.

The basic plot is this: the protagonist and a friend, known only as "the Swede," are canoeing down the Danube river, one of many such adventures they have shared together. Beyond Vienna they enter a vast marsh of willows, far from civilization. They camp the night on a small islet in the river and...well, you'll have to read it.

p.s. Up next, I intend on reading more Machen and Blackwood, but am also wanting to get into William Hope Hodgson's House on the Borderland, and maybe eventually The Night Land. In the vein of this thread I'm also wanting to read H.P. Lovecraft, both a Cthulhu story or two but also Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath, and eventually Thomas Lingotti. Maybe I'll throw in a short story or two by M.R. James.
 
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"The Willows" is a favorite of mine. A great short story, and eerie.

[...]p.s. Up next, I intend on reading more Machen and Blackwood, but am also wanting to get into William Hope Hodgson's House on the Borderland, and maybe eventually The Night Land. In the vein of this thread I'm also wanting to read H.P. Lovecraft, both a Cthulhu story or two but also Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath, and eventually Thomas Lingotti. Maybe I'll throw in a short story or two by M.R. James.

I keep thinking I'll read The Night Land then I wuss out. I enter Hodgson's fiction with high expectations but they are never quite realized. They are also never quite disappointed -- The House on the Borderland is a case in point; creepy, eerie, with an odd digression that I'm sure some readers appreciate more than I do -- because in the process of not quite finishing off his novels satisfactorily, he does some fascinating things, many of them awkwardly so the promise is still there but the finished product ... Well, it's like watching the sports and getting frustrated. I want to yell at the book, "Yeah! Yeah, that's it! ... No! That's not it! ... Oh, come on, Hodgson! Stick the landing, will ya?"

I'm also debating a reread of Dream-Quest... in part because Kij Johnson published a story that plays off of it, The Dream-Quest of Vellit Boe.

Randy M.
 
I forgot to say, Alchemist, when you were reading Machen, that I preferred Blackwood! Pleased you're enjoying it, though.

Randy, your review for A Head Full of Ghosts is brilliant. My own effort I've scheduled for next week. :)
 
Randy, one of the things that draws me to Hodgson is that, from what I've read, there is a quasi-mystical element, that it veers into cosmogony ala Stapledon. I'm always questing for fantasy that veers into the cosmic and/or mystical (my own work is drenched in it...perhaps too much so!).

As for Nightland vs. House, I want to read both but the latter is less daunting than the former.
 
Randy, one of the things that draws me to Hodgson is that, from what I've read, there is a quasi-mystical element, that it veers into cosmogony ala Stapledon. I'm always questing for fantasy that veers into the cosmic and/or mystical (my own work is drenched in it...perhaps too much so!).

And that's the thing that put me off a bit on House...; maybe he led up to it better than I recognized, but it seemed to go on forever.

As for Nightland vs. House, I want to read both but the latter is less daunting than the former.

Pretty much the reason I read House... and still haven't gotten to Night Land. :)


Randy
 
NYCTOPHOBIA by Christopher Fowler (2014; Solaris)

Felicitas in Solis Animabus
-- Inscription found in Hyperion House: “Happiness only in their souls;” or, “Happiness only in sunlight.”​


After a period of distress and loss – the Recession bankrupted the architectural company for which she worked; her mother continued her tradition of nagging and fault-finding; a mental/emotional collapse – Callie (short for Calico) has found a husband, Mateo, his radiant daughter, Bobbie, and Hyperion House, their new home in the countryside of Spain. And what a home for an architect: Throughout the day, no room in the front of Hyperion House is ever dark, the shape of the building, the angle of the windows ingeniously designed by its architect builder to capture the sun, a gift from him to his wife.

But for every day there is a night, and Hyperion’s other side, nestled against a mountain, is in permanent darkness and presents a deep mystery for Callie to sound: The rooms appear to be smaller versions of the rooms in front, even the furniture similar. The keys to the back rooms are kept by the housekeeper, Rosita, who is reluctant to give them up, apparently reluctant to let her new mistress explore that portion of the house. And Callie is frightened by the dark – nyctophobic – and by the sense of other persons inhabiting these supposedly empty rooms. Why build such a house? And why the telescope that the Nationals removed during the Spanish Civil War? If it was a telescope, since to her trained eye the supporting system doesn’t appear sufficient for the weight of a telescope. And if not a telescope, what?


The plot and motivations in Nyctophobia present a weave that makes a more detailed description difficult without spoilers. Suffice to say that the secrets of Hyperion House are suited to merge with the secrets Callie keeps from her new family and to complicate her quest for happiness.

As with other recent haunted house novels, I suspect Shirley Jackson’s The Haunting of Hill House was a conscious influence. Like Jackson’s Eleanor, Callie has a fraught relationship with her mother that undermines self-confidence, and a personal history of emotional instability. As Eleanor was a product of her time, so Callie is a product of the Oughts: Intelligent, knowledgeable, expert in her field, betrayed by an economy that left her adrift, unable to exercise her skill and creativity, eliminating the work that had sustained her self-reliance. She views it as a personal failure, a view supported by her mother, and so is unsure she deserves the luck of meeting and marrying Mateo, unsure even that she deserves happiness. And so she comes to Hyperion House rather like Eleanor arrived at Hill House, searching for home, trying to understand a series of incidents that threaten or disappoint, and ultimately facing a decision concerning her future.

Nyctophobia may need a second reading to fully understand how all the narrative strands merge: Hyperion House is a terrific invention, an eccentric house with a dark history neatly woven into the Spanish Civil War and which Fowler is able to describe without losing the reader. Callie’s mother might be a bit one-dimensional, but the other characters are fleshed out nicely and engaging.


Also recommended from Christopher Fowler: Hell Train

Related reading:
Hell House by Richard Matheson
The Shining by Stephen King
Soft Spoken by Lucius Shepard
The Harrowing by Alexandra Sokoloff
The Little Stranger by Sarah Waters
 
“GHOST SUMMER" by Tananarive Due (2008; Ghost Summer: Stories, Prime Books, 2015, winner of 2016 British Fantasy Award for best collection)

“I wasn’t gonna say anything to you kids – but there’s bodies buried over on that land across the street, out beyond Tobacco Road. McCormack’s land. They found an old burial site, the bones of people who lived ‘round here a hundred years ago. And not a cemetery neither – this has been McCormack land for generations. …”

It was the coolest thing Grandma had ever said.
– from “Ghost Summer”​


Every summer Davie and his little sister, Neema, visit their father’s parents in Gracetown, Florida. This summer is different, though. Their older sister, Imani, is visiting the college she’ll start at in the Fall, and there’s tension between dad and mom, who has gone to visit her parents in Ghana. Then there are the ghosts. Summer in Gracetown is when the young see ghosts; Davie is twelve and this may be his last chance.

Dad is preoccupied with his failing marriage and his filmmaking, Grandpa is more distracted by arthritis than in past years, and Grandma is obsessed with stopping the development of the McCormack land where the bodies were found. The bodies of black men, probably slaves or not long freed men, on the land of a slave-owner and still owned by his family. There’s unrecorded history there, and grandma aims to preserve it. So, naturally, the grown-ups have no time or belief in ghosts. But Davie and Neema do, and when Davie sees three boys in the nearby woods, and hears a dog snuffling in the hallway outside his bedroom, even though his grandparents don’t own a dog, he’s ready for ghost hunting.

What could have been heavy drama or, worse, pedantry, is subverted by an underlying sense of adventure in Davie’s mission and humor in Due’s presentation of it, while still drawing strength from Due’s ability to weave together the South’s history with a strong family story, and really two family stories since she also presents the last days of the Timmons’ boys, whose disappearance has been a weight and blight on Gracetown for a century. Her light-handed approach captures a twelve-year-old boy’s voice believably, showing his dawning realization of his family’s troubles and his determination to see ghosts and then, once he’s seen them, to understand their story: That’s why there are ghosts, Davie realizes, so their story gets told.

Presented in scenes that move quickly while providing some sense of Gracetown’s past, surroundings and people – besides the scenes in which Davie first sees the ghosts and sections following the Timmons’ boys, Davie’s meeting with a local librarian is a key moment – “Ghost Summer” mixes some of the family warmth found in To Kill a Mockingbird with a bit of myth-making and wraps it in a strong ghost story, all the more powerful for dramatizing Southern history but also quietly subverting some of the attitudes and beliefs grown from local history with the truth of the Timmons’ boys disappearance.

Ghost Summer includes two other stories set in Gracetown, “The Lake” and “Summer,” the former truly a horror story demonstrating why one does not swim in the lakes of Gracetown in the summer, and the latter depicting a young mother’s reaction to the possible demonic possession of her toddler; these are fine lead-ins to the novella, each referring to the central event powering “Ghost Summer,” the discovery of bodies buried on McCormack land. I would gladly read a collection of nothing but Gracetown stories.

Besides ghosts and possession, stories in the collection tackle precognition, creatures, werewolves, zombies and pandemic, some leaning more toward s.f. than horror. In each (including one co-written by her husband, s.f. writer, Steven Barnes) Due makes the subject fresh by not sparing her characters pain and by viewing them with empathy for their plight. She is especially good at revealing the strength and vulnerability of the very young, and the loneliness of the other, be the other an African-American, a werewolf or a young girl knowing she lives under a death sentence. And Due’s prose is graceful, often with an unexpected turn of phrase, simile or metaphor.

This is the first I’ve read of Due, so it’s probably too soon to say, but the sensibility behind these stories didn’t remind me of any horror writers I’ve read, but did remind me of two s.f. writers, Edgar Pangborn and, in some of his writing, Theodore Sturgeon, both of whom seemed able to inhabit their characters and empathize with their flaws as well as their strengths.

For anyone inclined to read something because of my recommendation, I would put this collection near the top of this year’s list for seeking out.


Possible companion reads for “Ghost Summer,”
“Longtooth” by Edgar Pangborn
“The Professor’s Teddy Bear” by Theodore Sturgeon
“The Reach” by Stephen King
“Struwwelpeter” & “Mr. Dark’s Carnival” by Glen Hirshberg
“Conversations in a Dead Language by Thomas Ligotti
 
Pure coincidence! (Or is it.... :D )
I'm just going to say that the suggestions are from the Penguin UK site, Randy, and you may not have a Penguin US edition. But clearly you (and) they have good taste! :)
 
Michelle Paver's favourite Ghost Stories, courtesy of the Waterstones website: https://www.waterstones.com/blog/mi...urce=WS_GhostStories&utm_campaign=october2016

I'm deeply envious that you Brits can pick up paperback collections of E. Nesbit and Mrs. Oliphant.

I've read several of those and agree with her, and that I agree strongly makes me want to find the others and read them. "The Upper Berth" I didn't care for the first time I read it, but rereading it last year I was struck by Crawford's craft in setting up the story and it's denouement; I've reread "Oh, Whistle,...," "The Jolly Corner," "The Signalman" and "The Horla" several times and they always hold up. That last was one of the most unsettling reads I remember as a teen.

Really, any of those would make enjoyable reading on a quiet Halloween night, or if you're one for Christmas ghost stories, they would work as holiday reading, too.

Randy M.
 
I'm deeply envious that you Brits can pick up paperback collections of E. Nesbit and Mrs. Oliphant.
I'm amazed you cannot get them in the US!
I suspect postage could be horrendous (it is from the US to the UK at the moment), but as well as the global-dominating-brand-that-is-also-the-name-of-a-river, there are companies like The Book Depository that do free global posting - might solve that problem. (Mind you, I think they may even be owned by that other company these days!)

For example: E Nesbit's Horror Stories: http://www.bookdepository.com/Horror-Stories-E-Nesbit/9780241261774?ref=grid-view

Mrs Oliphaunt: Volume One: http://www.bookdepository.com/The-C...t-Wilson-Oliphant/9781782823704?ref=grid-view and Volume Two: http://www.bookdepository.com/The-C...Wilson-Oliphant/9781782823728?ref=bd_recs_1_1

Thoroughly recommend the Wordsworth Tales of Mystery and the Supernatural Series, which are rather like your Dover Thrift Books, I think, but do good copies very cheap (often with small print!):
http://www.bookdepository.com/search/advanced?seriesId=299828
 
Hey, Mark. I'm not sure how many others will find this interesting, but I'm pretty sure you might from past discussions.

Otto Penzler has a new anthology out:

9781101971130



I've expressed and still feel discomfort with some stories based on the Ripper; anything which tends to make him heroic puts me off -- a certain Zelazny novel irritates that discomfort, even though the book entertained me greatly otherwise. But this intrigues me. There's a section of various summaries and discussions of the Jack the Ripper murders and why they still fascinate us, and larger sections of fiction flowing from that fascination. This includes,

"Yours Truly, Jack the Ripper" by Robert Bloch (noted at the bottom of this entry; this is one of three Bloch contributions, and one of those has a spin-off story by Harlan Ellison)
"The Hands of Mr. Ottermole" by Thomas Burke
The Lodger by Marie Belloc Lowndes
"Sagittarius" by Ray Russell (one of several stories noted here)

I've put aside the collection of Weird Tales stories I was dipping into and started reading some of this. I intend to finally read A Study in Terror, an Ellery Queen mystery in which a document comes to light about Sherlock Holmes involvement with Jack. It's a novelization of a movie of that title which I enjoyed when I saw it years ago, and which identifies a different culprit than the novel, Penzler says.

Randy M.
 

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