SFFWorld Countdown to Halloween 2015

I have been reading the Rivers of London stories by Ben Aaronovitch, and enjoying them quite a bit even the graphic novel that he has bee releasing one chapter at a time via Kindle... though I find the serial form frustrating I can see why it is appealing to an author. Midnight Riot is the first and it is a good introduction to the world he has built.... perhaps because I Lived in London for a few years and I know the locations he sets the tales in I enjoy it that little bit more but I am still happy to recommend them.
 
I've been reading Blackbirds by Chuck Wendig. I'm looking to get into more supernatural thrillers and urban fantasy.
 
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Horror is Relative: “Seaton’s Aunt” by Walter de la Mare
(takes you to an anthology; use browser search function to find the story)

One of the most enigmatic stories I’ve ever read. Who is Seaton’s aunt? Seaton once refers to her as a spider; did he mean it literally or as metaphor? And what exactly is the relationship between Seaton and his aunt? For that matter, what is Seaton’s aunt’s relationship with reality? He alludes to her inner life as not like that of other people, and her interactions with others as her game with them.

Almost nothing happens in this story, yet de la Mare produces an increasingly stronger sense of foreboding, fashioning a presentiment of imminent peril, spiritual if not physical, and he does it not just through imagery and word choice, but through pacing and through what he does not say explicitly: Listen! What is that? Did you hear that? Everyone in this story seems attuned to the slightest sound, a sound that could mean someone is coming or already there and watching.
 
Windshadow: I liked the first of Aaronovitch's books but haven't gotten to the second yet. I hope to soon. (Note: I think I said that several months ago, too.)

Desiree: The Wendig has looked interesting. I'll be interested in what you think of it.


Randy M.
 
THE LITTLE STRANGER by Sarah Waters (2010; Riverhead Books)

… My heart began to sink almost the moment I let myself into the park. I remembered a long approach to the house through neat rhododendron and laurel, but the park was now so overgrown and untended, my small car had to fight its way down the drive. When I broke free of the bushes at last and found myself on a sweep of lumpy gravel with the Hall directly ahead of me, I put on the brake, and gaped in dismay. The house was smaller than in memory, of course – not quite the mansion I’d been recalling – but I’d been expecting that. What horrified me were the signs of decay. Sections of the lovely weathered edgings seemed to have fallen completely away, so that the house’s uncertain Georgian outline was even more tentative than before. Ivy had spread, then patchily died, and hung like tangled rat’s-tail hair. The steps leading up to the broad front door were cracked, with weeds growing lushly up through the seams.
--From chapter 1​


Does something lurk in Hundreds Hall?

A local man who has advanced from his father’s working class heritage, Dr. Faraday struggles to make his practice profitable. When the Ayres family doctor is unavailable, he is called to Hundreds Hall to attend the servant girl, Betty. The trip revives memories of an earlier trip to the Hall as a boy not long after World War I when his mother still worked there as a nursery maid and when he swiped a souvenir of his visit. The memories evoke a pleasant nostalgia for that simpler time in an idyllic setting and a bit of melancholy for his current station in life.

Betty’s illness proves to be youth and loneliness on her first extended stay away from home, in a house she finds creepy. The family, struggling to maintain Hundreds Hall and not succeeding, appreciates the company of a well-mannered, educated man. Mrs. Ayres, widowed since before the war, was a beauty in youth and, in the vernacular of the times, is still well-preserved, a gracious hostess enjoying a chance to chat and gossip since the family is no longer able to entertain. Roderick, her son, a pilot during the war and wounded in a crash, is less welcoming, his attention absorbed by trying to eke out what can be earned from the farmland and the dairy cows. And Caroline, Mrs. Ayres younger daughter, proves intelligent and good-humored and catches the bachelor doctor’s interest.

As the novel progresses, the Ayres family is plagued by bad luck and odd, inexplicable events: The family pet, a friendly old dog, bites a little girl for no apparent reason; Roderick’s room catches fire; the whistle in the speaking tube in the kitchen begins to whistle at all times of day, and once removed, if you listen closely to the tube it sounds like a voice might be speaking from the abandoned nursery.

What lurks in Hundreds Hall? Could there be a malevolent spirit? Or could it be, as a colleague of Faraday’s suggests, a “little stranger,” an extension of a living person, a sort of imp of the perverse conjured by someone's unconscious desires? Faraday struggles to find rational, plausible explanations that satisfy his scientific mind-set and explain the odd occurrences around the Hundreds household.


One of the lessons of haunted house novels seems to be, stay out of places with the initials H. H.: Whether Hill House or Hundreds Hall, they are likely to be dangerous. If Hundreds Hall is not quite as imposing as Shirley Jackson’s Hill House, Waters has adopted the psychological nuances of Jackson’s novel and spun a different tale, one exploring the fate of the English gentry in the late 1940s when their wealth, already in decline between the wars, was further eroded by the economic malaise post-World War II; skilled labor and the middle-class eventually prospered while the landed gentry found their estates increasingly difficult, if not impossible, to maintain. The pressure to keep up appearances, to survive and to stop the decline of Hundreds Hall weighs on all of the Ayres family, and that pressure eventually brings disaster as first Roderick then Caroline are forced to sell part of the property.

Early on Waters establishes her setting, especially the dilapidated, crumbling Hundreds Hall, and equally deftly establishes her characters and the interplay between them, a good deal of which is based on class distinctions and the ebb and flow of efforts to adhere to or ignore them. This also leads to one of the real fears of the novel, which is not of the supernatural, but of intimacy. English reserve merged with class distinctions and personal expectations causes a potential romance to move in fits and starts, each participant not quite comfortable with his or her own emotions much less the feelings of the other, and each harboring other motives as well. By the end, much of what happens at Hundreds Hall springs from those class distinctions. The relationship between Caroline and Dr. Faraday ebbs and flows; there is more than one reason for attraction, and those reasons play into events that seem to churn faster and faster to the detriment of the Ayres family.

While I did not love The Little Stranger, I did find it good reading for the long, cold nights of winter.


Other eerie domiciles:
The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson
Hell House by Richard Matheson
House of Windows by John Langan
Nyctophobia by Christopher Fowler (another H. H., Hyperion House)
 
Earlier this month, I read Southern Gods by John Hornor Jacobs. This is a Lovecraftian horror story which takes places mostly in 1950's Arkansas. It was very violent and gory and I thought a lot of fun.

Over twenty years ago I read about 1/3 of Necroscope by Brian Lumley and stopped. Yesterday, I finally completed it. This book is a mix of horror, sf, fantasy and cold war espionage with multiple pov's and plot threads. I enjoyed this a lot more the second time around and I would recommend it as another fun page turner.
 
Earlier this month, I read Southern Gods by John Hornor Jacobs. This is a Lovecraftian horror story which takes places mostly in 1950's Arkansas. It was very violent and gory and I thought a lot of fun.
Yeah: you know, I was recommended that one after I'd read Jacobs' The Incorruptibles.

Over twenty years ago I read about 1/3 of Necroscope by Brian Lumley and stopped. Yesterday, I finally completed it. This book is a mix of horror, sf, fantasy and cold war espionage with multiple pov's and plot threads. I enjoyed this a lot more the second time around and I would recommend it as another fun page turner.
Think I know what you mean about the Lumley. A nice guy, but like you I suspect I was expecting too much when I first tried it in the 1980's/90's.
 
Ezchaos,

Can't speak to Lumley, but I liked Jacobs book and reviewed it back in 2011. Have you tried Laird Barron? You might like The Croning (included in 2012) though I think he's a bit more ruthless with his characters than Jacobs was in that novel.


Randy M.
 
THE HARROWING by Alexandra Sokoloff (St. Martin’s Press, 2006; St. Martin’s Paperbacks, 2007)

It had been raining since possibly the beginning of time.

In the top tier of the cavernous psychology hall, Robin Stone had long since given up on the lecture. She sat hunched in her seat, staring out arched windows at the downpour, feeling dreamily disconnected from the elemental violence outside, despite the fact that every few minutes the wind shook the building hard enough to rattle the glass of the windowpanes.
-- from the first chapter​


Thanksgiving holiday and Robin faces a long weekend alone in Mendenhall, formerly a frat house, before that a mansion, with a broad stairway and trappings from paintings to door knobs hinting at the glamour of an earlier era. As other students abandon the dorm for home and family, Robin steeps in her own discomfort, feeling out of place and friendless. Only at Baird College for two months, she has yet to find a niche and struggles under a sense of unworthiness exacerbated by phone calls from her mother screaming demands to know why Robin hasn’t come home for the holiday, why Robin has deserted her, why Robin is ungrateful, a litany similar to the litanies Robin has heard before.

For a day and a half Robin haunts corridors long and dark, uneasy in her solitude, locking herself in her room at night rather than face the weight of silence and desertion in the mansion. She finally unearths her roommate’s hidden stash of Valium and Jack Daniel’s and descends to the lounge, only to find four other strays already there. Pills and purpose tucked away, bottle and a joint shared, Robin and the others start to feel each other out, and then one of them finds an Ouija board and with it the five students contact Zachary.

One blurb on the paperback proclaims the novel combines The Breakfast Club and Poltergeist, an inside blurb suggests a cross of The Breakfast Club with The Shining. As far as story elements are concerned, these comparisons aren’t far astray: five disparate personality types sequestered together; Mendenhall’s history includes the deaths of five students in a fire; odd, inexplicable things begin to happen; Robin and her companions feel a presence and under the pressure of surviving find reasons to live and to form bonds and alliances. If you’re allergic to young adult angst, The Harrowing might not be for you, but Sokoloff for the most part doesn’t dwell on it, sketching in enough for us to understand motivation and attitude as the behavior of these not-quite-children, border-line adults stems from their inadequacies, real or perceived. She mixes this with a bit of obscure (to me at least) Jewish folklore and proceeds from there with a story that kept me reading.

A screenwriter turned novelist, Sokoloff writes camera-ready prose – concise, direct, visual – so that the novel proceeds somewhat like a movie, in well-realized scenes giving a sense of a camera following Robin and the others. That feel put me off a bit at first, but Sokoloff’s empathy for her characters won me over. Not as emotionally involving or thematically rich as The Haunting of Hill House and not as graphic and relentless as Hell House, still I found this novel diverting. Sokoloff drew me in, interested me sufficiently in her characters and provided a satisfactory resolution, albeit not one that surpasses the earlier build up with its moments of dread.


Dubious Dwellings:
The Shining by Stephen King
Deadfall Hotel by Steve Rasnic Tem
The Red Tree by Caitlin Kiernan

More distressed youth:
“The Body” & “Apt Pupil” by Stephen King (both in Different Seasons)
Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn
The Snowman's Children by Glen Hirshberg
 
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No Clue What to Call It, Weird: “The Sign-Painter and the Crystal Fishes” by Marjorie Bowen

Among fans of the ghost story, Marjorie Bowen is well regarded. This is not her best known story, that would be “The Crown Derby Plate,” but this one has an oddness you don’t often find; it’s an almost surreal historical ghost story obsessed with color – reds and violets, gold and silver, yellow countenances, the green of mold but also “the hue of an emerald, and green flowers the tint of a pale sea.”

I first read “The Sign-Painter and the Crystal Fishes” in Night Chills, a terrific anthology edited by Kirby McCauley.
 
I cannot believe we're almost at the end of October. Since I won't be around to post tomorrow, I'll be deluging the thread with four posts today starting with ...


”WHITSTABLE” by Stephen Volk (from Best New Horror 25 edited by Stephen Jones: 2014, Skyhorse Publishing)

A little boy recognizes Dr. Van Helsing and approaches him for help: In movies he has seen Dr. Van Helsing kill vampires and Van Helsing must kill the vampire preying on him and his mother. Except the vampire is his mother’s boyfriend and the doctor is an actor, the “gentle man of horror,” Peter Cushing, distraught, ill-at-ease in his life and in retreat from life since the recent passing of Helen, his wife.

In this novella, Stephen Volk accomplishes the difficult task of assigning believable thoughts and actions to someone many of us have spent hours watching. While Cushing played his share of villains – Dr. Frankenstein, for one, as well as the Commander of the Dark Star in the original Star Wars – he was more often the elegant, sophisticated man of wit and action, fighting evil whether wielding a gun or sword, or candlesticks forming an impromptu cross.

And therein lies part of Cushing’s problem: How does one not fall into the trap of persuading himself he is like the characters he has portrayed? Further, how far does one go to help a stranger, especially a child who may be dramatizing? And what of his own concerns? How can you help someone else when your own life has disintegrated, the reason for continuing it has gone, and you lack the energy or motivation to move through each new day?

Volk’s depiction of Cushing as bereft and ill-equipped without his wife is touching and as convincing as Cushing’s caution when placed in a morally challenging position. What if the child exaggerates? What if the child’s mother does not accept his interference? What would the authorities think if the mother or boyfriend went to them? How would it look to the authorities for a man his age to befriend a small boy? His career and security could be shattered. Any yet, what of the boy?

In spite of the venue, this is not exactly a horror story. And yet, what else could you call it? Besides what the child may be suffering, the story depicts one of the icons of the horror movie at a cross-roads, his past and his memories of his dead wife guiding his behavior. Call it a crime story, or just dark fiction, it is touching and well-rendered, and I’d recommend it to anyone interested in a good story or in how real life people can be deployed believably in fiction.


Of similar interest:
Targets, 1968, dir. Peter Bogdanovich, starring Boris Karloff


Of tangential (non-horror) interest:
Father of Frankenstein by Christopher Bram, filmed as,
Gods and Monsters, 1998, dir. Bill Condon, starring Ian McKellen, Brendan Fraser


Starring Peter Cushing:
The Hound of the Baskervilles, 1959; dir. Terence Fisher; also starring Christopher Lee, Andre Morell
The Mummy, 1959; dir. Terence Fisher; also starring Christopher Lee, Yvonne Furneaux
The Skull, 1965; dir. Freddie Francis; also starring Patrick Wymark, Jill Bennett, Nigel Green
The House that Dripped Blood, 1971; dir. Peter Duffell; also starring Christopher Lee, Denholm Elliott, Nyree Dawn Porter, Jon Pertwee, Joss Ackland
Horror Express, 1972; dir. Eugenio Martin; also starring Christopher Lee, Telly Savalas
The Beast Must Die, 1974; dir. Paul Annett; also starring Calvin Lockhart, Marlene Clark, Charles Gray (loosely based on James Blish’s “There Shall Be No Darkness”)
 
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Collected Frights: Wandering Ghosts by F. Marion Crawford

Pick a story. I don’t think you can go wrong.

Recently on another forum someone asked about overrated stories. I offered what is probably Crawford's best known story, “The Upper Berth.” Another poster urged me to reread it and I said I would. I hate being wrong but I’m also glad I reread it since my estimation of the story has increased quite a bit on rereading. It’s a variation on the club story, a bunch of men gathering to smoke and drink and tell tales, but it’s also surprisingly modern in approach and straight-forwardness.

But that’s only one of the famous ghost stories in the collection. “The Dead Smile,” “For the Blood is the Life” and “The Screaming Skull” all are as good and I’m in the process of rereading them, too. The “secret” in “The Dead Smile” may be obvious to the reader, but Crawford draws out the story convincingly; “For the Blood is the Life” is a vampire classic; and I remember “The Screaming Skull” as rather like Poe on an espresso IV drip.
 
Hell Train by Christopher Fowler (2012; Solaris)
”When the Devil was summoned to Earth, he built a train to take the Damned to Hell.”
– blurb on the box of the game, Hell Train


Writer Shane Carter, fired by American International Pictures and Roger Corman, tries his luck with Hammer Studios. But even Michael Carrera, head of Hammer, acknowledges that success has brought imitators and the old magic is fading, critics and audiences no longer frightened by the same old Gothics. Still, Carter has arrived at an opportune time and Carrera decides to take a chance: No new projects scheduled means the studio could stand unused until after the first of the year, can Carter provide a script within five days?

The story begins: A young Polish girl, alone and listless, retrieves a board game from the attic. Hell Train seems a bit naughty and so, naturally, she begins to play it. The rush of wind and the surge of an oncoming train seem so real.

Scene ends, new scene.

The battlefields of World War I have shifted toward Chelmsk. A married British couple and two run-away lovers, one a British adventurer the other a young Chelmsk woman, find themselves with no chance to survive except by a midnight boarding. Once on the train, no one has ever found a way to escape, but Nicholas and Isabella each have history that makes them different from previous passengers and once they understand the nature of the train the game is on.

Hell Train is simultaneously a story about a deal-with-the-devil, a travel adventure, a young woman coming of age, and of striving for redemption and to find home and love. It is also homage to the movies from Hammer Studios. Between the middle 1950s and the early 1970s, Hammer was the major British movie studio creating horror movies, reviving the monsters America’s Universal Studios had abandoned, most profitably Dracula and Frankenstein with some excursions into werewolfery and mummies, the occasional non-series horror movie and filmed versions of Nigel Kneale’s TV serials featuring Professor Bernard Quatermass.

Fowler captures the style and feel of Hammer in its prime. For movies shot on small budgets by a studio devoted to cutting costs, there is a surprising sumptuousness in texture and color to the settings and costumes in Hammer productions which Fowler emulates in his descriptions of the interior of the train and the clothing of its passengers. He also creates characters suitable for Hammer’s biggest stars, Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing, both of whom attend a discussion of the script with Shane and Carrera.

The bulk of the novel dramatizes Carter’s script and throughout Fowler comments on the Hammer product, either indirectly through scenes that emulate scenes from Hammer productions (or slightly mock them as with one unnecessary rending of the heroine’s attire) or more directly during the interludes in which Carter interacts with the staff of Hammer. Fowler is not uncritical even while displaying his fondness for Hammer’s movies, but his allusions to Hammer movies as fables seems about right; the movies take us to a somewhat indefinite 19th or early 20th century in an English or vaguely European locale while presenting stories of good battling evil. Here Fowler grounds his novel in references to the war, the events outside the train having an impact on behavior and events in the train and serving to add weight to the characters’ stories.

Hell Train is fast reading, a creative, respectful but clear-eyed rearranging of the furniture of Hammer Studios movies fused with the myth of Pandora’s Box. Fowler supplies action, meaty roles for the stars, parts for a variety of English types with suitable bits of business for all, and satisfying conclusions both for the story in the script and the story around the script. Fun reading for the days around Halloween.


Also recommended from Christopher Fowler: Nyctophobia


A Handful of Fine Hammer Movies:
+ Horror of Dracula, 1958; dir. Terence Fisher; starring Peter Cushing, Christopher Lee, Michael Gough
+ The Hound of the Baskervilles, 1959; dir. Terence Fisher; starring Peter Cushing, Christopher Lee, Andre Morell
+ Curse of the Werewolf, 1961; dir. Terence Fisher; starring Clifford Evans, Oliver Reed, Yvonne Romain [Based loosely on Guy Endore’s The Werewolf of Paris]
+ The Phantom of the Opera, 1962; dir. Terence Fisher; starring Herbert Lom, Heather Sears, Edward de Souza
+ A Plague of Zombies, 1966; dir. Not Terence Fisher – John Gilling; starring Andre Morell, Diane Clare, Brook Williams
+ Five Million Years to Earth, 1967; dir. Roy Ward Baker; starring James Donald, Andrew Keir, Barbara Shelley, Julian Glover [based on television play by Nigel Kneale. One of my favorite Hammer films, it deals with a kind of cosmic horror better than most movies based on, say, Lovecraft’s work.]
+ The Devil Rides Out, 1968; dir. Terence Fisher; starring Christopher Lee, Charles Gray, Nike Arrighi [based on a novel by Dennis Wheatley, script by Richard Matheson. Saw this for the first time in a long time last year. Still fun if you can get past the very ‘70s feel of it.]


Scripts:
Quatermass, Quatermass 2 & Quatermass and the Pit by Nigel Kneale


Literary film horror:
Ancient Images & Grin of the Dark by Ramsey Campbell


Other Trains:
“The Little Black Train,” from Who Fears the Devil? by Manly Wade Wellman
“That Hell-Bound Train,” from The Early Fears by Robert Bloch (also in Sympathy for the Devil, ed. Tim Pratt)
 
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Halloween Treats, You Are What You Eat: “The Voice in the Night” by William Hope Hodgson

Maybe the saddest horror story I’ve ever read. With the possible exception of his Carnaki stories, this is Hodgson’s most famous short work. While his prose is often uneven, he excelled at weird and if you’re of a mind to test that statement, try his The House on the Borderland. In this story, his prose is just fine.


Halloween Treats, You Are What They Eat: “They Bite” by Anthony Boucher

Anthony Boucher, co-founder of The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, writer of clever mysteries and science fiction, of humorous fantasy and of insightful book reviews. Who would have thought someone as erudite and sophisticated as Mr. Boucher would produce one of the most vicious stories to appear in Unknown in its heyday?


My last reading suggestion for October 2015. Whatever you read or watch, where ever you spend the holiday, I hope everyone has a safe, enjoyable Halloween.


Randy M.
 
Just finished reading the story you suggested -

Pre-Psycho Murderer: “Yours Truly, Jack the Ripper” by Robert Bloch

Great read! And of course, an unexpected ending, as required by the genre. Well written, evocative, it's all there to make you shudder - and laugh too, there's an ample sprinkling of British-style humor.

Just two tiny mistakes that are surprising given the general highly polished level of the writing: one is the reference in the beginning to one being "guilty until proven innocent" under British law...Isn't it the reverse? The presumption of innocence is very old in English common law, and when it's reversed (like here) it's meant to be a criticism of the principle. Now why would a Chicago psychiatrist reverse this?

The other odd thing is about the fog and the wind while the two friends drink gin in a sleazy pub. At one point, it is mentioned that while they were drinking they could hear the wind picking up, presumably shredding the fog, yet when they get out of the pub, the fog is thicker than ever - where did the wind go?

So, apart from these two little things, I'd give this story a triple A!
 
Hi.

Oddly, as many times as I've read this story, neither of those issues popped out at me. I'm guessing the "guilty..." was a flaw in research. The fog, I suspect is artistic license. Given the speed with which pulp writers produced their work I'm rarely surprised by inconsistencies and errors.

Anyway, I'm glad you enjoyed the story. It's a favorite of mine, as are a good many of Bloch's stories. It's not as easy to find his short work as it used to be -- I own around a dozen story collections by him, most paperbacks from the 1970s and early 1980s -- so I was pleased to find this available on the web.

Randy M.
 
Thanks for all of your hard work and excellent information this month, Randy. Happy Halloween!!
 
I really tried to read Bradbury's Something Wicked This Way Comes this month, but my own writing projects took over. I'm going to continue reading the book though, as I am enjoying it.

Thank you for another great Halloween Countdown, @Randy M. It's been fun!

Happy Halloween, everybody!
 
It's not as easy to find his short work as it used to be -- I own around a dozen story collections by him, most paperbacks from the 1970s and early 1980s -- so I was pleased to find this available on the web.
I bought this one at the weekend, from the estate of Joel Lane:
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Thank you as ever for all your hard work, Randy. I now have lots to read this evening!

Following our conversations here I've listed my Top 10 reads for Halloween and put them up as an article here: http://www.sffworld.com/2015/10/hobbits-big-10-halloween-reads/

And now I'm off to read... Happy Halloween, all!
 
Thanks, Hobbit.

That Bloch is a great collection. Some of the earliest early stories -- mainly those from The Opener of the Way -- are heavily influenced by his correspondence with Lovecraft and are sometimes a bit clunky. Still, besides "Yours Truly...", "Return to the Sabbath" is a favorite of mine, and I think one of his earliest stories to deal with the movies, as are "The Cloak" and "The Shambler from the Stars"; and then the collection gets stronger with, among others, "The Cheaters" (adapted for the Thriller TV show in the 1960s), "The Hungry House" (included in the anthology, The Weird), "Enoch" and "That Hell-Bound Train."

And that reminds me that I have yet to read anything by Joel Lane. From all accounts he was a great guy and fine writer, so I should pull out The Lost District and get at it.


Randy M.
 

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