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Emotional Realism in Extreme Horror Fiction

Guest Post by Nicole Cushing

 

First things first: let’s acknowledge the elephant in the room. Extreme horror fiction hasn’t always enjoyed the best reputation. Despite the commercial success of books like Bret Easton Ellis’ American Psycho and Jack Ketchum’s The Girl Next Door, the field is often seen as only catering to a niche audience. Despite a pedigree that arguably extends at least as far back as early nineteenth century Polish author Jan Potocki, the field is often seen as a playground for recent generations of subliterate hacks.

Perhaps that’s why so little has been said about how to write extreme horror fiction skillfully: so many people seemNicoleCushingBookCoverSmall to assume that such fiction requires little skill to write.

And yet my experience is that extreme horror does require skill. As an extreme horror author, you’re handling dynamite. And, for all sorts of reasons, dynamite shouldn’t be used by untrained hands.

Ironically, my interest in writing extreme horror fiction may have started in the least likely of places: my college creative writing class. I was introduced to Natalie Goldberg’s book Writing Down the Bones: Freeing the Writer Within. “Go for the jugular,” Goldberg advised at one point (the italics hers). She went on to clarify what she meant:  “(If something comes up in your writing that is scary or naked, dive right into it. It probably has lots of energy.)”

Now, obviously when Goldberg used words like “scary” and “naked”, she was using them to convey the importance of a writer tapping into their own emotional rawness and vulnerability. Of course, she wasn’t advocating literally writing about scary people or naked people. She probably wanted her readers to feel emboldened to write about difficult but relatively genteel topics (such as when their grandmothers died of old age). She probably wouldn’t be overjoyed to learn that I found her advice helpful in the writing of a novel with graphic depictions of murder and rape.

And yet, I’d argue that her advice isn’t necessarily at odds with the writing of extreme horror fiction. Graphic violence doesn’t exist in an emotional vacuum. Graphic sex doesn’t exist in an emotional vacuum. Graphic sexual violence certainly doesn’t exist in an emotional vacuum. Trauma, in general, doesn’t exist in an emotional vacuum.

To the contrary, all of these experiences have (to borrow Goldberg’s phrase) “lots of energy”. And that energy can be used to emotionally move the reader in a way no other variety of fiction can (particularly if an author is willing to use their own experiences with grief, depression, or trauma in their work). Bringing that sort of vulnerability to writing horror fiction is what Jack Ketchum has called “writing from the wound”.

Which brings me to the advice I have to share today for writing extreme horror fiction (which, actually, applies to any type of fiction):  a depiction of violence is only as powerful as the emotional context the author weaves around it.

What do I mean by this?

Indulge me in a little thought experiment. Imagine you’re walking along the sidewalk in your town or city, and (out of nowhere) an unrecognizable fellow-pedestrian slaps you hard on the face and then runs away. When you look up to see where they went, you realize they’ve slipped around a corner and can no longer be found.

Imagine the emotions that would be bouncing around your head in such a situation. The intrusion of random violence into your day (and the assailant’s subsequent flight) would likely leave you confused. You might, in such a situation, ask yourself: “Who was that?” (Or even, “Did that really just happen?”)

But you’d also feel a stinging pain in your cheek that would provide assurance that it did really happen.

And maybe other pedestrians would notice the incident and stare at you. This could lead you to feel self-conscious. Maybe even embarrassed. It makes no logical sense for you to feel embarrassed under such circumstances. You didn’t do anything wrong. But being singled out for attention in a public place creates, at the very least, tension.

So in this scenario, you’d be confused. In pain. Possibly embarrassed, definitely tense. And all of these emotions would likely lead to yet another emotion, anger. Maybe you’d want to slap your assailant back (or up the ante and totally clobber them). Depending on what else is going on in your life, you might count this incident as the most troubling event of your year.

I could go on and on about the emotional response to a single slap, but there’s no need to. The point is: even relatively mild violence carries a wide array of emotional consequences that can make an impact on the reader, if a writer can effectively convey them. Therefore, a depiction of extreme violence carries an even greater burden. It must be emotionally honest in a context where the emotions are heightened to their highest state.

And yet, this doesn’t mean an extreme horror writer can just resort to having characters scream their heads off. (Indeed, many of us have seen how so-called “scream queens” are often used for over-the-top comedic effect in horror films, deflating any sense of true suspense or terror.)

Mere screaming will not suffice. There must be groaning, wailing, whimpering, hyperventilating, and sobbing as well. The full range of fear and sorrow must be depicted. This is the difference between a cheesy scream queen flick and a truly disturbing piece of cinema like Wes Craven’s original Last House on the Left (which, despite its status as an exploitation film, accidentally managed to hit audiences someplace deeper through relatively realistic performances which captured the emotional texture of trauma).

That (in my opinion) is the mission of extreme horror fiction: to capture the emotional texture of trauma and related experiences.

Extreme horror looks trauma in the eye, without blinking. It doesn’t sensationalize the violence by making the villain an evil genius with a quirky m.o. It doesn’t trivialize the violence by churning out a body count so high that an odd sort of repetitive, predictable casualness settles in. It allows each slap, each punch, and…yes…each wound its natural emotional consequence. See the aforementioned Ketchum novel The Girl Next Door for an example of this style of horror at its finest.

This sort of writing isn’t for everybody. It might be best to think of it as a calling. There are more than the usual amount of hardships you endure in this career path. Writing extreme horror can take an emotional toll on the author in a way other subgenres don’t. Agents and editors in New York generally turn their noses up at extreme stuff, so you’re often limited to the small press. Strangers may completely misunderstand you, and think you condone the hideous things you write about.

But, if this path is right for you, none of that will matter. What will matter is that you’re telling the truth about how the world (at its absolute worst) really works. And that is a noble career.

About the Author:

Shirley Jackson Award finalist Nicole Cushing is the author of the novel Mr. Suicide, the short story collection The NicoleCushingGuestPostAuthorImageMirrors, and multiple stand-alone novellas.

She has garnered praise from various sources, including Thomas Ligotti, John Skipp, S.T. Joshi, Jack Ketchum, Poppy Z. Brite, and Ray Garton.

About the Book:

Like everyone else in the world, you’ve wanted to do things people say you shouldn’t do.
How many times in your life have you wanted to slap someone? Really, literally strike them? You can’t even begin to count the times. Hundreds. Thousands. You’re not exaggerating. You’re not engaging in… whatchamacallit? Hyperbole? You’re not engaging in hyperbole.Maybe the impulse flashed through your brain for only a moment, like lightning, when someone tried to skip ahead of you in line at the cafeteria. Hell, at more than one point in your life you’ve wanted to kill someone; really, literally kill someone. That’s not just an expression. Not hyperbole. Then it was gone and replaced by the civilized thought: You can’t do that. Not out in public.But you’ve had the thought…

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My Muse is Dead

I’ve been facing an empty page, the character prompt flashing like a tiny rusted pin wielded by a sadistic acupuncture dropout, jabbing my impotent writing ego over and over.

There is nothing to write about. Well, nothing horror-related, which means the same thing to me. My haunted laptop taunts me, the keys pale and slick, letters worn to the point where they remind me of Celtic tombstones – still around to remind us of the glorious departed, but insufficient to read the names of the dead carved upon the monument.

I decide to take a break from the self-torture, tired from the creaking springs in my chair pushing against my spine. One of these days, I won’t be able to get out, and they’ll find me with the coils twisted around my ribs and through my vitals, flailing around like a spring-loaded clown doll.

My wife made a juicy, still-oozing steak, and left it by the crazy stove. I hate that stove; I’ve found it turned on in the middle of the night, belching flames and a curious brimstone odor. Our cat disappeared that night too, an odd coincidence.

The steak looks inviting, lying next to the garlic cloves and in a ring of mashed potatoes that acts as a dam to hold in the blood and juices. No fork for some reason, only a silver-handled knife embedded in the meat. I don’t mind. Even though I yell at my kids when they feast on flesh using their fingers, I personally like the feel of blood running down my arms as my teeth rip apart the muscle fibers.

After devouring the steak, I poke my head into the fridge, moving aside several random opaque containers my wife uses to store things. One of these days I need to look in them – no telling what she’s been up to. Behind the carton of thick nightcrawlers, some of which escaped into the strawberry pudding yesterday, there’s a jar of thick brownish liquid with a couple of round objects drifting around the bottom. I can’t make out what they are, but I get a flash of blue-green, perhaps hazel, when I swirl the container. Maybe it’s a leftover from some past dinner, who knows. Further digging reveals a container of cherry lemonade, which I chug right out of the pitcher. If my wife caught me, she’d embed a cleaver in my neck.

My hunger sated, thirst quenched, I head back to my little nest, surrounded by ancient whispering books and papers. The chair springs welcome my old bones, the laptop slides over like a glowing coffin lid, and I’m back to this damn torture of having my eyeballs assaulted by the stark, veil-colored blank page, the cursor blinking ghost-like, playing hide-and-seek with my consciousness. I wish I could think of something to write.

You know, if only my muse was undead, I’d have something to write about.

 


 

About the Author:DeMarco_Web-5963

Guy Anthony De Marco is a speculative fiction author; a Graphic Novel Bram Stoker Award®; winner of the HWA Silver Hammer Award; a prolific short story and flash fiction crafter; a novelist; an invisible man with superhero powers; a game writer (Sojourner Tales modules, Interface Zero 2.0 core team, D&D modules); and a coffee addict. One of these is false.
A writer since 1977, Guy is a member of the following organizations: SFWA, WWA, SFPA, IAMTW, ASCAP, RMFW, NCW, HWA. He hopes to collect the rest of the letters of the alphabet one day. Additional information can be found at Wikipedia and GuyAnthonyDeMarco.com.

Need a Dark Fiction Fix?

Ah, October. Leaves turn different shades of death and fall to the earth. A sudden chill takes flight with the wind and cools down a scorched land. Families take out warm blankets and put away their shorts and tank tops. The night comes sooner, the morning later. All to set the mood for some spectacularly creepy fiction. Please allow me to recommend some of my favorites. Let me know your favorites  in the comments, and if you picked up any of these recommendations!

Magazines

Nightmare Magazine: Horror & Dark Fantasy.

Editor John Joseph Adams sure knows how to pick the stand-out short stories and non-fiction pieces for this magazine, not to mention the spectacular and vivid art. It’s worth subscribing to this periodical, but you can also read it online for free: http://www.nightmare-magazine.com/.

The Dark Magazine.

A relatively newer magazine of two years old, The Dark focuses on dark, surreal, and speculative fiction instead of straight horror. I look forward to my copy every quarter. Again, a subscription is worth every penny, but you can also read parts of each issue on their website for free: http://thedarkmagazine.com/

Short Stories

“The Lottery” by Shirley Jackson.

Before there was Young Adult dystopian, there was this masterpiece by Shirley Jackson. If you enjoyed The Hunger Games, read it’s great grandmother: “The Lottery.”

“A Good Man is Hard to Find” by Flannery O’Connor

This classic will leave you uneasy, that’s for sure. You can find this short story in O’Connor’s popular short story collection The Complete Stories. All of them are worth your time, especially this one.

Creepy Presents: Bernie Wrightson

This is a fantastic compilation of short comics/short stories illustrated by the incomparable artist Bernie Wrightson. Read it for the art, stay for the creepy stories. Perfect for Halloween.

Books

Geek Love by Katherine Dunn

Carnies. Need I say more? Okay, I will. This near-perfect novel by Katherine Dunn explores a world where being a freak is commonplace. Sibling rivalry and the question of what is beautiful are just a few themes rolled into the mix.

Doctor Sleep by Stephen King.

C’mon. What’s a list about creepy books without Stephen King? While it’s helpful to read The Shining prior to reading this book, it’s not absolutely necessary. But you should read The Shining anyway, because it’s fantastic. Doctor Sleep focuses on Dan Torrance as an adult, and while he escaped the Overlook Hotel all those years ago, demons of all sorts still haunt him.

“I Need Protection from the Things In My Head”

Jimmy Buffett sang “I need protection from the things in my head” in his song “Vampires, Mummies and the Holy Ghost.”  In the song, the character’s imagination proves to be far more frightening than any real-life horrors–even the murderer who lived on the character’s block!

downloadThe key to writing a great horror story isn’t buckets of gore or even necessarily a creepy new monster.  It’s the ability to make the reader’s imagination your ally.

Few things are as terrifying as the unknown.  When you leave gaps in your story for the reader’s imagination to fill in, they will almost always imagine something far creepier than you could describe, unless your phobias and reactions are identical to theirs.  Over-familiarity breeds contempt, taking horror into camp.  Sometimes this takes place because a description is too detailed, too unbelievable, and crosses the line between spooky and silly.

Use suggestion.  Hint, rather than stating outright.  Make your readers and your characters consider multiple possibilities.  Which ones are true–if any?  What if it’s something else entirely?  Build suspense by describing sounds, shadows, scents, movements, and leave readers and characters wondering for a while what is causing them.  Maybe it’s nothing.  This time.

By leaving spaces like these for your readers to use their own imaginations to “fill in the gaps,” you’ll not only have readers flipping ahead to see if they were right, or to find out what happens to your characters–you’ll also give them the opportunity to project their own worst fears into those spaces, to imagine their greatest terror, or to struggle to conceive of a horror so great it defies description.

We all know what a vampire is, and a werewolf, and a zombie…these monsters are hard sells in certain markets, now, because they’ve been used so often and become so familiar to the general public that it’s a lot more challenging to make them fresh and scary.  We’ve all seen movies where the “monster” is obviously a person in a suit, and instead of screaming, we laugh.  Or when the topic of shapeshifters turns to were-bunnies and were-deer, we giggle.

Except.  fossil

Imagine the anxiety, the constant panic attacks, seizing you out of nowhere and causing your skin to twitch.  You can feel the claws under your fingernails, the stretch in your tendons.  You can smell your great-aunt cooking a pie that reeks to you of corpses.  You are prey, constantly, and you can never relax, never calm down, even though you know that the mere act of being picked up off your feet can be enough to kill you.  To keep it together, you chew.  Constantly.  It helps.  A little.

…I think being a rabbit would be terrifying.

Again, your reader’s imagination is your ally.  If your readers can identify with your characters, see through their eyes, feel what they feel, then suddenly were-bunnies aren’t humorous at all, not next to the horror of constant panic attacks and the feeling of being an animal underneath your skin…a skin that threatens to shed itself without warning….

Buckets of gore and gruesome-looking beasties will never be as frightening as wondering what it might be like if something scary happened to you.  Wondering what might be lurking out there in the dark, or worse, what might be lurking inside your own skull, waiting for some unknowable cue to activate and change your life forever.  What could be the cause?  And what might happen to you next?

You don’t know.  You have to imagine.  And often, the things your own mind comes up with are the scariest things of all.

About Mary: 

Mary Pletsch is a glider pilot, toy collector and graduate of the University of Huron College, the Royal Military College of Canada and Dalhousie University. She is the author of several previously published short stories in a variety of genres, including science fiction, steampunk, fantasy and horror. She currently lives in New Brunswick with Dylan Blacquiere and their four cats.