Graphic Content: Family Tree, Vol. 1: Sapling by Jeff Lemire and Phil Hester

 

The title of Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s story “A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings” isn’t hyperbole or symbolism (that comes later in the story). The subject of the story is an old man with wings sprouting from his back. He crashlands in a couple’s yard and with his arrival flock the pious and the curious, those who see the old man as either a celestial being or an oddity to be put in captivity for our amusement. If the story has a moral, it’s that  when humanity discovers something truly awe-inspiring, we’d probably find some way to ruin it. The “humanity ruins everything” trope has been explored throughout literature, both fantastical and mundane, but there are times where it goes beyond simply that people are intrinsically terrible. Jeff Lemire and Phil Hester, for example, created a story where they combine the fantastic and mundane to  explore familial bonds in the aptly titled Family Tree, Vol. 1: Sapling.

The story centers on single mom Loretta, her angsty teenage son Josh, and her young daughter Megan, who seems to be turning into a tree. What begins as a rash on her skin soon becomes bark complete with branches and leaves. Adding to the drama is the return of the kids’ grandfather/Loretta’s father-in-law Judd, an old man who’s handy with a shotgun. Soon the reunited family goes on the run from a mysterious group called the Arborists that wants Meg for their own ends. As the family flees and tensions between them rise, more is revealed about what the Arborists want and what Megan’s skin-to-bark affliction actually is.

The images of Megan’s skin becoming bark, plus some other spoiler-laden images of what this affliction does, puts it in the realm of body horror, but there’s also a fantastical undercurrent, particularly when Lemire’s story explores what is happening to Megan and many others around the world. Beneath the bark of this body horror fantasy are layers (or rings) of familial relationships that seem to give the title of this book a deeper meaning beyond the obvious pun. These layers include Loretta and grandfather/father-in-law Judd sniping at each other over what happened to the kid’s father or Meg learning more about her father thanks to what’s happening to her. Yes, there’s some graphic skin-to-bark depictions, but Hester shows real skill in depicting the pain in each family members’ expressions from annoyance to anger to terror. This story incorporates body horror, but those expecting a bloodbath with monster trees might be disappointed. This Family Tree is more about the lives of individual branches trying to discover their roots (yes, the tree puns are done). Just like Marquez used a pseudoangel to explore human weakness and a desire for meaning, Family Tree, Vol. 1: Sapling  uses an apocalyptic tree disease to explore how family makes us who we are, for better or worse.

New Arrival: Transmuted by Eve Harms

 

Body horror is a genre that generates fear because the horror is inescapable. To escape many of our anxieties, we could lock our doors, turn off social media, or seal ourselves behind a brick wall, but how can we escape from the fragile meat and water sacks that house our minds? The breakdown of our bodies is inevitable, and a lot of body horror, such as The Fly and its depiction of Seth Brundle’s physical and mental collapse, horrifies the audience as we are forced to ponder such a thing happening to us. This has become the status quo for many body horror tales, but writer Eve Harms offers a very original and uniquely emotional take on body horror with her book Transmuted.

The story follows Isa, a trans woman who finally has finally earned enough money to afford a major surgery she needs, but familial obligations swoop in and drain her bank account. Desperate, IIsa becomes involved with a doctor whose procedures promise radical body transformations. At first, she enjoys what she’s becoming, but soon Isa starts to become something that no longer looks human.

The crux of this book is the Faustian deal Isa makes when she has no other options, a sly bit of social commentary on the state of trans people and how they often deal with a lack of medical resources. The bargain Isa makes allows her to enjoy a life where she begins to feel comfortable in her skin, even getting a new girlfriend. However, when this security is brutally torn away from Isa, readers can feel her pain, especially with Harms’s flair for visceral description as well as her emotional torture from realizing what she’s becoming. The emotional resonance is an excellent anchor for the book, even as it delves into alchemists and Resident Evil style action. This could have led to the book straying from its character-driven plot, but it ultimately proves what I call the Joe Lansdale Effect. Basically, Lansdale, in his story “Bubba Ho-Tep,” has Elvis and a black man who thinks he’s JFK (or he might be JFK dyed black, according to JFK) hunt a mummy in a Texas rest home. The story’s off-the-wall premise works because readers truly empathize with Elvis, a protagonist that realizes his best years are behind him but still has the chance to discover a purpose in his life. In Transmuted, you can buy secret cults and chimeric creatures because Isa is a character with whom the audience can empathize, from how she is regarded by her family to the setbacks she’s dealt, and even when the story cranks up the body horror and fantastical elements, readers will still care about Isa’s journey.

Have You Read This? Unfortunate Elements of My Anatomy by Hailey Piper

 

Short fiction is a subtle art form. Most writers can churn out a book’s worth of short stories in a coffee-soaked weekend. There are far fewer writers who turn the short story into something more than just a short story. They can turn a story into something that stays with you, stains your being, long after you finish reading them. Hailey Piper has demonstrated that she belongs in this exclusive group of writers with her short story collection Unfortunate Elements of My Anatomy.

Short story collections can be a mixed bag. Many have a few memorable stories while the rest are clunkers, or the author isn’t able to maintain a consistent quality of work throughout the collection. Not so with Piper. Each of her stories stands out because they are each so unique that Hailey Piper can be her own brand, like Stephen King and Joe Lansdale. This collection also promises a great deal of variety for the reader. Want something in outer space? Try the claustrophobic witch hunt tale “Hairy Jack.” Looking for a Pennywise-level monstrosity? Prepare to swear off ice cream forever with her macabre tale “We All Scream.” Want something a bit loud, as loud as, say, a revving chainsaw? Then check out “I’m Not a Chainsaw Kind of Girl, But . . .” And if you want something that borders on Clive Barker levels of horror transcendence, indulge in the deliciously decadent “The Recitation of the First Feeding.”  All of these stories are told in Piper’s viscerally poetic, but never purple, prose.

Something that also makes these stories unique is their focus on LGBTQ characters. Piper, a member of this community, explores the trials and tribulations from many different perspectives within the community, such as a young transgendered person experiencing the horrors of the public restroom. There has been much talk of alternative voices in horror, exploring other voices besides Stephen King Lite or straight, white male angst. Horror should represent all voices because it is human nature to be afraid and to hopefully, eventually overcome that fear. If we can’t overcome fear alone, then sharing those experiences through the horror story can help us realize that others out there are just as afraid, possibly of the very thing we’re afraid of wearing a different mask. Piper’s collection not only explores perhaps her own anxieties but those anxieties (isolation, loss of identity, etc.) that are universally tied to the human condition.

Screen to Scream: The Lighthouse and Punishment by Hope

The ocean. It covers two/thirds of the planet, yet humanity still fears it. Sure, we swim in it, float boats on top of it, and we even go underneath it for long periods of time, thanks to the wonders of engineering. But the ocean is still frightening. Within its depths, there is no air for us to breathe, the pressure can crush you like an empty beer can, and there are many monsters with teeth, tentacle, and stinger that could easily kill you. In Jaws, Brody, Quint, and Hooper weren’t just afraid of the shark but of the water that was Jaws’s turf. So in a nutshell, the sea can be terrifying and a great setting for horror. Two examples of this are the Robert Eggers film The Lighthouse and Erik Hofstatter’s bizarre tale Punishment by Hope.

The plot of The Lighthouse is pretty easy to explain: In the 1890’s two men (played by Robert Pattinson and Willem Dafoe)  try to maintain their sanity while working at a lighthouse on a remote New England island. They spectacularly fail to hold onto sanity. But there’s also a lot going on within the movie itself that goes beyond both men doing their best impression of Jack Nicholson as Jack Torrance. Viewers are given an intimate view of the two men gradually getting on each other’s nerves until those taut nerves snap. Willem Dafoe’s Thomas Wake is a stern taskmaster, constantly giving Pattinson’s Ephraim Winslow a variety of taxing chores while banning him from the lighthouse’s light. Ephraim Winslow, a less-than-model employee, begins to see strange things from sea monsters to mermaids to the man who had his old job. This eventually leads to a violent confrontation between the two men and their mutual ruin. Rife with symbolism and playing on many established myths and tropes, from the siren leading seafaring men to their deaths to the story of Prometheus, The Lighthouse is a hallucinogenic journey down the dark and briney rabbit hole, a mythic tragedy underscoring the dangers of tempting fate, the sea, or whatever lives at the top of the lighthouse.

While The Lighthouse is grounded in the reality of the sea around New England in the 1890’s, Hofstatter’s Punishment by Hope takes place on the sea in an entirely different plane of existence. Nim spends his time longing for a mysterious woman who constantly refuses his advances. No matter how many times he swims to her, no matter what kinds of burdens he carries for her, she rejects him despite her becoming the center of his universe. If Hofstatter’s story plays on the siren myth, it flips the script by having the object of desire actively reject that role. What is assured is the sense of overwhelming tragedy that gradually pulls Nim into a deal that might be called a Faustian deal if it were on dry land, but may make readers, perhaps unfairly, think of Hans Christian Anderson’s The Little Mermaid (not so much the Disney version). To reveal too much about the story takes away from its power, but it also might not even be the point. Hofstatter excels not in creating a tight narrative but in creating a surreal fever dream that reads like epic poetry, carrying readers along on waves of gorgeous metaphors to this tale’s conclusion. Like The Lighthouse and Laird Hunt’s In the House in the Dark of the Woods, Punishment by Hope is less like reading a story and more like drowning in the imagery of a painting that draws the eye and sucks you in. Both film and book are works of art where viewers and readers can get lost in the various swirls of black, white, blue, and red that are both artists’ individual palettes.

Graphic Content: The Red Mother, Vol. 1 by Jeremy Haun and Danny Luckert

 

The use of horror to explore trauma is perhaps one reason why horror is a constantly evolving genre. As many different horror stories that exist, there are, for each story, multiple interpretations by people who each bring their own unique experiences to the story. Exploring this relationship between horror and genre through the medium of a graphic novel adds a whole other layer because an artist creates corresponding images, giving the physical demons, both literal and metaphorical, a physical weight. Trauma, and the monsters who represent it, are given a very specific shade of red in Jeremy Haun and Danny Luckert’s The Red Mother, Vol. 1.

In a brutal mugging, Daisy McDonough loses both her eye and the man she loves. Trying to put the pieces of her life back together, she attends therapy, reconnects with friends, and receives a prosthetic eye, trying to get back to a normal that is every increasingly out of reach. When she lost her eye, she gained the ability to see things that are after her. When her vision goes red, it signals the coming of the Smiling Man, a figure who appears to serve an entity known as the Red Mother.

Haun, writer of the gripping dystopian noir The Beauty, lays the groundwork by showing Daisy as capable but traumatized, slowly emerging into the world after a violent attack. The supernatural happenings in this story come in drips and drabs, little snippets of red-tinged panels that may reveal the unnerving Smiling Man, a being that artist Danny Luckert depicts as a more inhuman Babadook. People might remember Luckert as the artist behind the disturbing insect imagery in Cullen Bunn’s Regression series, and he displays similar skills with the visions McDonough receives, particularly in a dream sequence featuring a ghostly visitation that looks refreshingly different from the thousands of ghostly visitations that came before. My only knock on this book is that the story feels a bit slow, but I also see that great care is being made to make the reader care about Daisy, so I’m willing to read the next volume in this series to see if Haun might speed up the pacing or, if lacking that, amp up the fear. I am sure that, by reading further, I will learn more about the Red Mother. 

 

New Arrival: The Razorblades in My Head by Donnie Goodman

 For me, a good horror story doesn’t have to necessarily be straight-up terrifying or even subtly disturbing. Sometimes, I need a story to just be crazy. Horror, indeed any speculative fiction, can implement a very outlandish premise, one conceived in a state of inebriation or simply shooting the bull with friends, can be turned into an enjoyable and engaging story with the right amount of human emotion. This is the case with the stories in Donnie Goodman’s debut story collection The Razorblades in My Head.

The title of this collection is very fitting, and not merely because there is a story in this collection with that very title. Each one of these stories are little slices of short story goodness that cut surprisingly deep, largely because the concepts are so original, hinting at Goodman’s bravery to try something that, as the old cliché goes, is so crazy that it just might work. “Toaster” is a brief, slice-of-life story with a poisonous sting.  If you thought the movie Jack Frost could be terrifying (frankly, both the Michael Keaton family pic and the silly killer snowman premise both have the potential to be terrifying), then “Magic in the Hat” might deliver some winter chills. Do you find that there’s not enough pro wrestling in horror, or vice versa, then give “The Stranger in the Squared Circle” a read and discover how much of a wrestling fan Goodman is. Are you a fan of noir, cosmic horror, or killer crustaceans? Then check out the terrific “The Old Bay King,” which delivers shady characters that would do Joe Lansdale proud.

Seeing that this is a self-published collection, it’s my hope that this collection raises Goodman’s profile. If anything, this collection has stories worthy of being snapped up by any publisher who has a wrestling or oceanic anthology. Here’s hoping Donnie Goodman keeps writing and keeps getting his work out there. I look forward to his next collection to see what other kinds of wild ideas he has brewing among the razorblades that are swimming in his skull.

Screen to Scream: Slaxx and Horrorstör

 

Work is something to which we devote most of our lives. This is because work provides money, and money is required to live in modern society. The desire for money and the necessity of a job can create a vicious cycle, especially if you feel that your job is tedious or meaningless, and horror always uses everyday stresses in our life and then amplifies them into something horrific. But we are also working for more than just the bare necessities. If anyone reading this has lived through the ‘80s (and watched, for example, John Carpenter’s They Live) know that horror often has a lot to say about societal trends like consumerism and how our desire for the nicer things in life locks us into a lifestyle we don’t want. In other words, to quote David Byrne, you make ask yourself, “How did I get here?” (another shoutout to the ‘80s kids). The movie Slaxx and Grady Hendrix’s book Horrorstör both look at some truly hellish workplaces.

Slaxx has a very out-there premise: a possessed pair of jeans goes on a killing spree while a trendy store is in lockdown. Before the big premier of Super Shaper jeans, Libby McClean is hired to work at Canadian Cotton Clothiers (CCC), a trendy clothing store, which is also Libby’s dream job. Libby is an idealistic teen who is ready to help CCC deliver its message of sustainable, ethically responsible, and attractive fashion, but after meeting her fellow workers, like insufferable boss Craig, and learning what the store is really about thanks to said possessed pair of jeans, that idealism is shattered. Some say that the tearing down of one’s idealism, at least that person’s loftier ideas, is a fundamental part of growing up, but Slaxx is also a movie about a nasty aspect of consumerism: a company’s message may be quite different from its actual practices, especially in the service of monetary profit.

If Slaxx depicts the death of idealism, then Horrorstör is the exhumation of its corpse. Amy is unhappy with her job at ORSK, a furniture store that sells minimalist furniture and is no way related to IKEA (it totally is IKEA). Amy sees her job as a dead-end job and sees her manager Basil as a wannabe corporate tool. When a few coworkers suggest Amy and Basil stay with them overnight to see who is trashing the store at night, what seems like an interesting diversion to Amy becomes a haunted and harrowing night. Yes, the ghosts in this store are terrifying, even as the book dives deep into its IKEA satire. However, the book also looks at the fear Amy feels of her life being stuck working in a job she hates, something that many people can relate to. She might want to get off the hamster wheel that many feel strapped into once they reach adulthood, but she doesn’t know how. The ghosts haunting ORSK are into torture, as well as the importance of work and discipline, but Amy’s torture began long before she stayed overnight in ORSK. It was when she realizes her complete lack of direction in life. During the night she spends in ORSK, the dial was cranked up all the way and then ripped off. Horror lovers should love both these stories if they have a job they don’t like, or if they’ve ever escaped one.