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Robert Aickman’s Creeping Horrors

by Cooper Anderson

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With an eerie sense of the real that slowly unravels around not only the characters but the reader, Robert Aickman was a master of the short form horror story. This month I got a chance to look at English author Robert Aickman’s work, mostly in his short story collection Dark Entries, and here’s why I think Aickman is one of the most under rated horror writers of the last century.

For those of you who don’t know, Robert Aickman was an English author born in 1914. He’s most notably known for his short fiction collection Strange Stories. He’s won the World Fantasy Award for his story Pages from a Young Girl’s Journal and a posthumous British Fantasy award.

Aickman was born one day before the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand, thus kicking off World War I. He would later grow up in another World War, this time losing his mother to a German bombing. A bomb that would have also taken his own life had he not been out for a walk with his wife at the time. In one of his memoirs, Aickman remembers hearing the bomb that took his mother. The reason I mention this is because you can clearly see where his attention for dark details can come from. Where living through a trauma like that can affect one’s own writing.

In his short story collection, Dark Entries, Aickman explores the full scope of the human condition with hyper realistic detail, letting the reader get fully immersed in its pages. His characters have clear motivations and understandings of the world around them which helps root the reader in a false sense of security. As if things are starting off normal or alright. He points the story to true north at the beginning but with a slightly diverted compass.

As the reader, you can tell what general direction the story is going in but slowly you can start to see that things are slightly off. What’s even worse is that Aickman doesn’t explain why it’s off. He lets the reader come to their own conclusions as to why their sensing unease when reading. It’s almost the literary equivalent of a low frequency noise in the background of a horror movie. You can feel yourself growing uncomfortable, but you can’t sense why.

 Here’s an example from his story “The School Friend.”

“Sally herself had once told me that she not only could remember nothing of her mother, but had never come across any trace or record or her. From the very beginning, Sally had been brought up, it was said, by her father alone.” (p. 19)

Looking at this piece, there is nothing inherently wrong or strange being told here. It’s not unusual for the world to have secluded single fathers in it. It’s not unreasonable to assume that Sally’s mother left her family and her father got rid of all the painful traces of her, but it is the way that all that information is given that makes us uncomfortable. There’s a real sense that not everything is okay in Sally’s homelife. It’s like this for a lot of Aickman’s other stories as well.

Aickman likes to stack up tiny amounts of detail into each line. It isn’t until you’ve read a few pages do you see the bigger picture and that, unbeknownst to the characters in the story, things aren’t as they should be. The camera is tilted slightly off center and the brain is trying to adjust. Not unlike H.P. Lovecraft’s work.

However, there are some major difference between Lovecraft and Aickman. In Lovecraft’s work, a seemingly normal person is suddenly dropped into the strange or unimaginable and then has to deal with that situation. While Aickman has a much slower approach. Like a tide that’s slowly coming in and before you know it your up to your waist and nearly drowning. It takes a little more investment from the reader, but it does have a larger and more impactful pay off than Lovecraft in some cases.

Aickman also isn’t afraid to talk about sex in his stories. Something that is pretty astonishing for an English man to write about back in the 1940’s. Aickman understands that sex is a major driving force of life and that no fully fleshed out character would be complete without at least mentioning it. Going back to The School Friend, the main characters, two teenage girls named Sally and Mel talk to each other about sex a few pages into the story. Something that normal teenage girls talk about and by doing this, Aickman gives the story a much more authentic feel to it.

The only real criticism that I have for Robert Aickman’s work isn’t actually a criticism of the work itself. It’s just that Aickman’s work is very obviously a product of its time. Certain societal aspects of his work wouldn’t really be feasible or realistic in today’s climate of 2018. His women characters are fairly one dimensional and if there is an abnormally strong female character it’s because they are succeeding using more masculine attributes rather than just being an outstanding woman in her own right. There’s even a quote at the beginning of “The School Friend” by Princess Elizabeth Bibesco that reads:

“To be taken advantage of is every woman’s secret desire.”

Again, I don’t want to criticize this aspect of his writing too much as a lot of it was written before the 1970’s but do be aware of some of the more cringeworthy moments if you decide to read his work.

aickman It’s a shame that Robert Aickman isn’t more well-known throughout the literary world. He was a writer that understood people and more importantly saw the tiny minute details that must be skewed, ever so slightly, in someone’s life in order to create a feeling of realistic horror. If you want to read some incredibly well written horror stories this Halloween season, then you can find Dark Entries at Amazon.

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Review of Lou Yardley’s HELLHOUND

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By Cooper Anderson

With a shady barman, creeps wearing sunglasses at night, and the mother of all hangovers, Hellhound by Lou Yardley is a dark and grisly modern-day telling of the werewolf mythos set in a strangely hot English summer. This month I got a chance to read the new release from Y Books Publishing and here is what I thought:

Just A Taste

Hellhound is the story about down on his luck and low on self-esteem Kit Byers and how a chance encounter at a random pub in summertime London changed his life forever. After retreating from another failed job interview, Kit finds himself in desperate need of a drink and sanctuary from the heat. He wanders into The Hound & The Philosopher Inn where he meets a charming barman who is used to the whoa and blather of pub patrons and decides to supply Kit with enough drinks to get him horizontal and then proceeds to pull Kit by the ankles into the back room of the pub.

Christine (our other main character of the story), who while waiting for a cab, also decides to pop into The Hound & The Philosopher Inn to get out of the heat. There she sees a pub patron who’s seen better days and has drunk himself into a belligerent mess on legs. The man tumbles backward onto the pub floor and is then dragged into the back room by the barman who never stops flashing his rogue-like smile. Finding her cab waiting for her outside, Christine decides to leave but not before hearing a loud, blood-curdling scream. A scream that nobody else seems to notice.

Unable to get the scream out of her head, Christine finds herself visited in the middle of the night by a strange man in dark sunglasses who tells her to stay away. To forget what she thinks she heard at The Hound & The Philosopher. That it’s going to get very painful and very messy if she doesn’t stay away. So, with a fresh dose of terror freshly applied, Christine does exactly what she knows she shouldn’t be doing. She goes back to the pub.

Meanwhile, Kit wakes from his drunken stupor to find himself naked and with a strange painful mark on the back of his neck. He finds his clothes waiting for him in a box with his name on it and quickly legs it home to sleep it off. But once he’s home, however, he soon notices something. Something about himself that’s not quite right…

I’m not going to spoil any more of the story for you. Like I said it’s just a taste.

The Delicious Bits

Hellhound has a lot of things going for it that I like to see in my horror books. There is a definite sense of unease that permeates throughout the book that leaves the reader on edge. Twists and turns can happen at any moment throughout the story and it’s not entirely predictable which is always a plus for horror writing. There is also a very ominous voice that is first introduced in the prologue and then shows up occasionally as thoughts implanted into the characters head which I think is a pretty inventive way to set the tone.

Classic elements of horror are also present throughout the book. There’s a smiling barman that you never feel comfortable enough to trust. Blackouts in houses that normally have power. Things that accentuate the genre that it’s in.

There’s also no “Heavy Lifting” when reading this book. You don’t have to ponder secretive character motivations or deep-rooted symbolism throughout the book. It’s just an easy read that you can do on a plane ride or at the beach and not feel bad about doing so.

The Gristle

The things that make Hellhound a fun read are also its biggest problems. The characters that we meet feel like horror movie characters. We meet them with little backstory and are thrown into the supernatural story of blood and gore. Here is the main character, here is the villain, here is the premise and off we go. We aren’t given enough information or background to care too much about the characters. It’s hard to care about Christine being threatened by a creep in sunglasses when we don’t really know anything about her. What kind of person is she? What does she care about? We don’t really know. However, this kind isn’t entirely a bad thing. The same things that I think are problematic are probably what a lot of people would find enjoyable. Just characters reacting to a horrifying situation. We tend to bring our preconceived notions as to the type of person Christine is because we know this archetype in the horror genre.

Final Thoughts

Hellhound is a book that I have no problem recommending to my friends who are casual readers. It’s a light non-complex book that does a decent job at making me want to turn the next page to find out what happens. It’s fun, it’s simple and above all, it has a lot of blood.

While this is her first standalone novel, Lou Yardley is also the author of THE OTHERS series, Jingle Bells (a novella), and the short story “Lydia.” You can find more of Lou Yardley and her work at LouYardley.com and @LouciferSpeaks on twitter

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Why Did I Wait to Read Faulkner?

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Back when I was in high school, I never actually cared about great pieces of literature. Like so many other hormone and anxiety-riddled teenagers, the only things I ever cared about were the things happening in my little micro-universe around me. What party was I gonna go to that weekend? Who made out with who at last weekend’s party? Which gas stations carded? That sort of stuff. So when I was given a copy of William Faulkner’s As I Lay Dying to read for senior English class, I did what most kids my age did: I memorized the Sparknotes for quizzes and found a half-assed analogy section of Wikipedia that I could tweak just enough to not get caught for plagiarism on essays. But why did I do that? Why couldn’t I just buckle down and read the book? Well, this past week I’ve since remedied my mistake and read As I Lay Dying and I wish that I had picked it up a long time ago.

For those of you who don’t know, William Faulkner was a Nobel Prize Laureate who grew up in Oxford, Mississippi—the first Mississippi native to win said prize. He’s famous for writing American literature but most notably Southern gothic literature. (Faulkner also won a couple of Pulitzers as well, but once you win a Nobel Prize everything else seems a tad less impressive.) One of his most famous works is the aforementioned As I Lay Dying and there’s a reason it’s noted as one of the best novels of the 20th century, that reason being it’s one of the best critiques of death and grief I’ve ever read.

Using the point of view of about fifteen different characters over fifty-nine chapters, As I Lay Dying starts off with Addie Bundren, a mother of five children (four of which were fathered by her husband, Anse Bundren), who is terminally ill and is in her final moments of life. Before she dies, however, she makes it known that she wants to be buried in her hometown of Jefferson, Mississippi. The main journey of the book is about Anse and the children taking Addie’s body to Jefferson for a proper burial. There are other events that happen in the book that I don’t want to spoil. It’s a fairly straightforward narrative (although it’s not always told linearly), but the plot is not where Faulkner really succeeds in this book. Where he does succeed is in just how differently each member of the family deals with the loss of their wife or mother.

As I Lay Dying was published in 1930 in a time where people were not supposed to grieve publicly after losing a loved one, as if crying at funerals were some kind of societal faux pas and  a death in the family was supposed to be taken in noble silence. Nobody was supposed to make a fuss over the dead and once they were buried you went back into the fields and started working again. In As I Lay Dying, however, we see a multitude of different reactions to grief. We see the characters deal with this loss in the only ways they know how to deal. Some of them are very dramatic and heartbroken while others grieve in stern silence.

An entire chapter of the book is only two pages long and it’s a list by Cash Bundren (the eldest son of the Bundren family) talking about how he made the coffin for his mother. That’s it. That’s the whole chapter. There’s nothing about how he feels about his mother’s death or what the journey to Jefferson is going to be like. Just how he made the coffin so that water would have a hard time getting into it. Which may sound like he’s being cold or indifferent on the surface but through Faulkner’s use of language you can really tell that losing his mother is eating him up inside but he has no idea on how to let it all out. Something that I’m sure people back then would relate to or sympathize with.

However, it’s not just the expansive viewpoints on death that make As I Lay Dying a seminal piece of literature for its time, but the use of language stands out as well. Faulkner tends to have a flatter tone but this isn’t a bad thing. In fact, this further exemplifies how good this book actually is. By creating a flatter, less eccentric, tone the reader can then project their own inner feeling onto that character. To use the characters in the book as a kind of conduit from the reader’s inner self to the reader’s surface. You know that what you’re reading isn’t real, that it’s all made up, but it’s still hard not to experience the emotions running through the characters at the time. Here’s an example:

“Vardaman comes back and picks up the fish. It slides out of his hands smearing wet dirt on to him and flops down, dirtying itself again. Gapped mouth, goggle-eyed, hiding into the dust like it was ashamed of being dead. Like it was in a hurry to get back hit again. Vardaman cusses it. He cusses it like a grown man standing a straddle of it. Anse don’t look around. Vardaman picks it up again.”

In this passage alone we can see Vardaman (the youngest of the Bundren family) letting out all his anger over the death of his mother on a fish he’s just caught.  That deep down, we as the reader know that he’s letting out all his grief. We even see that his father, Anse, can tell that this is what’s going on and he doesn’t try to stop Vardaman from cussing. Anse simply lets Vardaman express himself.

Death and grieving are universal experiences that all of us will deal with in one way or another during our short time on this mortal coil. Faulkner sees this universal truth and instead of trying to hide the pain and the reality of death with somber and quiet characters, he lets them be real people with real reactions. These are the things we can relate to on a personal level regardless of the time we actually occupy. People in the distant future may not recognize a horse-drawn carriage but they know that they’re going to deal with death the same way that the generation before them had to. It’s one of the reasons why I wish I read this book in high school.

When I was younger, I lost all four of my grandparents roughly around the same period of time. Between the ages of six and nine. At the time, death just became another factor of life for me. Death was simply another thing that occupied this world and nobody ever really taught me how to deal with that fact. (To be fair, I don’t think anyone tries to tell a kid how to deal with death before they need to.) The reason I wish I actually read this book in high school is that it would’ve taught me that grieving, even after years of the person’s passing, would have still been okay. That there is no normal way to miss or to grieve someone and that death affects different people in different ways. If you want to shout and cry, that’s totally acceptable. As is the simple act of building a coffin for the one you’ve lost. That’s okay too. You deal with loss in the way that helps you move past it.

The last thing that I want to say about this book is that As I Lay Dying can be a really useful tool for self-discovery.  That this book can act as a sort of inoculation to grief. That as a reader we can learn which way we’d react to a heavy loss like the Bundrens did without actually going through the hardship of a death in the family. When we do inevitably deal with loss we might actually know beforehand how we would handle it and then, if we’re really lucky, how to accept it and get back into our field somewhat whole.

There’s a lot to unpack from this book and there’s even more if you decide to read it a second time. It’s one of those stories that you kind of discover over and over again. I suggest reading it with a friend simply for the same reasons that you wouldn’t want to grieve alone. Life and healing are best done with people around you to share the load and this book is no different.

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Updates from Coffin Bell

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Our unthemed issue 2.1, slated for January 1, 2019, is now closed. It’s a very packed issue full of work we’re excited to share. All general submissions from this point forward are being considered for the unthemed issue 2.3, which is scheduled for July 1, 2019.

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