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Dracula

My Favorite Horror Novels

October 10, 2013 by fpdorchak

Please, Let Me Show You A Few Of My Favorite Things.... (Nosferatu Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Please, Let Me Show You A Few Of My Favorite Things…. (Nosferatu Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Since I listed my favorite horror films, I decided, why not list my favorite horror novels? I don’t consider myself any kind of “well read”; Most of my recent reading has been for my own novel research, and since I no longer write a lot of strict “horror,” I don’t read a lot of it. I will state this, however: I love [most of] Stephen King’s horror/supernatural work.

Now, having said that, there was one book of his I’d started and never finished, because I found it to be so mean-spirited I just didn’t want to read any further. That book was Full Dark, No Stars. Loved the title, but didn’t want to be subjected to what I was reading. It was too real. Too nasty. Mean. It surprised me that he’d written such a novel. It was about revenge and the nastiness that can reside inside people. As one Amazon reviewer said, it was “just gratuitous nastiness.” And that so many people loved this book is kinda unnerving. Really, people love reading about that kind of stuff? Granted, this question can be levied at horror fiction, in general, but holy shit. At least to me, reading horror (and supernatural) fiction is about a release from the real world, of entering a fantastic world of The Weird…about experiencing something that engages the fright mode in each of us—but in a comfortable way. Full Dark, No Stars, however, was like reading real accounts of Mankind’s Inhumanity To Mankind. Or getting inside the heads of these people who commit crimes, and that simply doesn’t interest me. I don’t read true crime and have no interest in getting inside any mean-minded individual’s heads. I don’t enjoy that kind of material…it’s not a release, not cathartic, and certainly not entertainment for me. Sometimes fiction can be too real, and while I applaud King’s ability to write like no other (and incite these feeling in me with his work), that doesn’t mean that I have to like everything he writes (same goes with any writer’s efforts—including mine).

So I returned the book, unfinished.

On to more fun reading!

Below is a list of those novels (no anthologies) I’ve read over the years and really enjoyed. Most I have not read again since the first read, sometimes, years and years ago, but, again, like the movies I’d written about, they stuck with me for some reason. In once case, Bram Stoker’s Dracula, I’d read it four times, and still love it. There are also several books out there from King and some others, like Anne Rice and Susan Hill’s The Woman in Black, I have yet to get to, so they may yet be included in future editions of this list….

And given my one extreme, with Full Dark, No Stars, I can honestly say that my other extreme, my most favorite horror read of all time (so far), was Pet Sematary. When I read it, it was the scariest horror novel I’d ever read, and everything I’ve read since, I measure against it! Nothing has come close…but again, I don’t consider myself “well read.” But, the feeling of utter creepiness was and still has stuck with me as the best all-time creepiness I’ve ever read. Dracula would tally in as the most atmospheric novel.

So, feel free to check out any of these great reads—and suggest some of your own favorites—maybe I’ve read them and simply forgotten about them, as I did with The Ring, in my favorite horror movies (I have a saying that “I’ve forgotten more than I ever knew…”)!

Now…enter my library…if you dare….

Bag of Bones

Day of the Triffids

Dracula

Ghost Story

If You Could See Me Now

Interview With A Vampire

It

Nosferatu

Pet Sematary

‘Salem’s Lot

The Haunted

The Other

The Shining

Werewolf of Ponkert

Filed Under: Leisure, To Be Human, Writing Tagged With: Anne Rice, Bag of Bones, Bram Stoker, Day of the Triffids, Dracula, fiction, Ghost Story, Horror, Horror fiction, Horror film, If You Could See Me Now, Interview with the Vampire, Nosferatu, Pet Sematary, Peter Straub, reading, Stephen King, Supernatural, Susan Hill, The Haunted, The Other, The Werewolf of Ponkert, Woman in Black

Dracula

December 7, 2012 by fpdorchak

Dracula, by Bram Stoker
Dracula, by Bram Stoker

Dracula.

The name immediately conjours up fantastical images personal to each of us.

I first read Dracula in high school. I’ve since read it four times: first, third, and fourth times in the version to the left (Dell, ISBN 0-440-92148-1), and the second time an abridged version (by Nora Kramer) put out by Scholastic Books Services (curiously no ISBN is to be found on the book), third printing, August 1975. Since I’m working my own novel manuscript, it has taken me a while to get through it (about 40 days). I started it a week before Hallowe’en. I’ve been wanting to reread it again for years.

And so refreshing a re-reading it was!

Dracula is so well done, and is written from a point of view (POV) that is “outside the [vampiric] box,” pardon the pun. I love how it’s not a straightforward, real-time POV, that the story is woven together through an after-the-fact presentation of diaries and letters. Doing it this way lends a bit more of a sense of urgency, if that makes any sense, a much more palpable sense of dread. Like, good Lord, what has just happened and who lived through it? What have these people been through, and what are they doing this very minute (okay, I know, it was written in 1897…)?

Sure, there are definitely archaic turns of phrase, flowery prose, and the portrayal of women as frail and to-be-watched-out-for weak constitutions, but the story remains—to me—as powerful and hypnotic as it was when it was first penned and captured the imagination of all who read it. I’m not going to get into any “writerly criticisms” because they’re all so minor, as compared against the gestalt experience of reading this novel, I don’t want to detract from that experience, nor present them for other readers to look for.  I felt Mr. Stoker did it an extremely superior job of writing, given the state of writing at the time. See this fascinating 36:23 video on the origins of Dracula (disturbing imagery is presented).

And, most of all, I loved—thoroughly enjoyed—how Mr. Stoker portrayed the vampire (BTW, I prefer the spelling “vampyre“).

I mean, look at that face. There was nothing nice nor attractive about him. Stoker made his vampires to be feared. I’ve read much has been made about the sexual subtext throughout the novel. Well, to me, there was not so much “sexual” as sensual subtext. As well as words and descriptions “of the day” used in writing the novel. But if there is so much buried sexual innuendo in Dracula, then you must also apply such “buried innuendo” to everyday life: to nuts and bolts, tacos, or inserting your hand into a glove, for crying out loud, because the “parallels to sex” are everywhere—if you want them to be. Or maybe, it just shows that everything is related to everything else (synchronicity). It is everyone’s right—even privilege—to interpret the world as they will and must, but just as many make much of such a male-dominated world stomping down the female spirit, I turn it back around in my belief in simultaneous lives/reincarnation, in which we all experience the flip sides to “the coins of our lives.” But still having just read this book, I just don’t see mountains of buried sexual innuendo…but do see loads of sensual expression from a creature who cannot help but experience physical sensation in being so close to another in taking their lives (i.e., the biting of necks). What might also be sensual to us…may not be sensual to the “Un-dead.” We derive pleasure from “necking” our loved/lusted ones, but the contrast can be made that Dracula has twisted what we find pleasurable into something evil and heinous. Perhaps Stoker’s symbolism was unconscious…perhaps he did this all on purpose. To give us a curious pleasure-and-pain juxtaposition.

Or, maybe, like one reviewer stated, “Heaven forbid someone just write a cool story.”

Back to the vampire.

They were evil, cunning, and ultimately cruel (e.g., the Count’s treatment of Renfield upon his failure to satisfy his will—nasty). Were all about luring the uninitiated into their folds. They possessed a”child brain.” They were fierce. Any sensuality was for literal blood lust. The consumption of what gives both the vampire and the non-vampire life.

They were to be feared.

They were not something to have coitus with. To idolize and faint over, because they were oh-so drop-dead (uh, pun kinda intended…) “dreamy.”

They were horrifying.

Again, look at that face.

If you dreamed of vampires, you were on your way out, pal. If you saw Will-o-the-wisps in moonlight, you knew no kisses nor orgasms were in your near future…only fetid death and wanton soulful destruction. They were also rare. Not a case of everyone-and-your-brother being a vampire in today’s hip, fictional worlds.

That’s the vampire I like. The heinous, cunning, creepy, rare, in-the-shadows creature of Old World demons and the supernatural, stalking around in deep, rich atmospheric stories.

Denn die Todten reiten schnell, meine Fruende.

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Filed Under: Leisure, Spooky, Writing Tagged With: Bram Stoker, Dell, Dracula, Renfield, Vampire, Vampyre

Dracula’s Bram Stoker Anniversary

November 8, 2012 by fpdorchak

 

Bram Stoker, author and early President of the...
Bram Stoker (Photo credit: Wikipedia).

 

Bram Stoker, author of Dracula, was born 165 years ago today. Happy birthday, Mr. Stoker!

Filed Under: To Be Human, Writing Tagged With: Bram Stoker, Dracula

Where’s Mummy?

October 19, 2012 by fpdorchak

English: A screenshot from The Mummy Italiano:...
Who’s your daddy. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Ok, I’ve been having fun this month with all-things Hallowe’en (man, next month I’m really gonna have to get back to my mss work…), but all this talk about the undead got my juices dessicating! So…I’m going to put myself to a test.

Next week I’m going to post a prose poem about my favorite monster. Now, I’m not saying this is going to be another Ozymandias, or anything, but I’m going to give it my best shot and come up with something I’ve wanted to pen for a little bit. I’ve actually already started it and hope to post soon.

Now, as a kid I had several monster interests. Though I was interested in the Bram Stoker version of Dracula in vampyres, werewolves were a pretty strong interest. One of my favorites stories was The Werewolf of Ponkert, by H. Warner Munn, which was actually two stories. It’s interesting looking at some prices of this book today—geesh!
I also got into some of the Dr. Phibes, work (books and movies: “Love means never having to say you’re ugly”; I know, très unPC, but check out the man’s visage), like Dr. Phibes Rises Again! I was a huge Vincent Price fan. And who could forget “Vulnavia,” played by Virginia North? I mean, whata cool name! The Dr. Anton Phibes movies were so campy, over the top, and full of dark humor, I loved them!

(in case the above doesn’t work, try this link: http://youtu.be/yBo0H3oYSoo)
What’s not to like, right?
Vulnaaaviaaaa….
I was also, as you may have guessed, into your basic “undeads,” rising from the deads, clawing out from grounds, ghosts, that kind of thing. I was, basically, a fan of all kinds of Hammer Films movies about anything supernatural, and it looks like they’re still around, which is interesting, since I haven’t heard anything more out of them, since I left home for adulthood.
But, when it really came down to it, I became quite interested in one monster in particular, and it was my last teenage dress-up for Hallowe’en. Even as a teen, I had an eye for authenticity, and I pulled out the needed sheet and begged and pleaded to my mom to do the unthinkable: rip a perfectly good bedsheet into shreds. Well, to this day, I’m always amazed that she let me do that, but, hey, that’s what mom’s do, right?
So, on my last teenage Hallowe’en, I wrapped up and went out horrorizing the neighborhood, and painted “Denn die Todten reiten schnell”  (“For the dead travel fast,” from Dracula) on rocks all along the railroad tracks from which I lived across (yeah, literally), in green flourescent paint.
Mummy Me, c. late 1970s
Mummy Me, c. late 1970s
So, if you haven’t figured out my favorite monster, stay tuned! I hope to have something. ummm, unwrapped, next week….

Filed Under: Leisure, Spooky, To Be Human Tagged With: Abominable Dr Phibes, Bram Stoker, Dr. Phibes, Dracula, H. Warner Munn, Hallowe'en, Monsters, Mummy, Vincent Price, Virginia North, Werewolf of Ponkert, Werewolves

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