Happy Halloween and Samhain! I’m posting today while I wait for NaNoWriMo to begin and thought I’d write about a topic that I’ve been wanting to address for the last month or so but hadn’t found a good time to post about so far. Given the subject matter, I can’t think of a better time than now on Halloween, a day dedicated to the grotesque and macabre.
As a society, we are addicted to being thrilled. From amusement parks to movies, we crave the emotional and physical sensations of being excited, of feeling our hearts thumping in our chest and adrenaline pumping through our veins. Action in movies play upon this desire. How many throw shadow punches during a good boxing movie? How many pantomime rocketing at 80 mph down the highway during a Fast and the Furious movie? How many turned off their targeting computer during the Star Wars trench scene? We imagine ourselves in these situations and it gives us a palpable thrill, a surge of emotion and energy. The same could be said of good books, ones that transport us and exhilarate us, whether its love’s first blush or being part of the charge of Rohirrim during the Battle of Pelennor Fields. Good books pull us into the action. A good narrative always does that, whether on page or celluloid or televised.
Of course, there’s the darker side of those thrills, a need to be scared, shocked and surprised. Horror as a genre is nothing new. It has existed for thousands of years in the form of superstitions, folklore and dark fables. In some ways it can be cautionary or educational, imparting moral lessons or survival instincts. More recently, it has been to let us dip our toes into a darker world, one where we are not necessarily the masters of our world or of our fate. This is the same kind of thrill an intimidating roller coaster would have, pushing us close to the brink of death, under a control that is not of our making. But always the terror and horror are saying something, be it a warning or a lesson.