October is closing up in that annual flurry of candy that launches us into the holiday season.
My son is a skeleton T Rex this year, with a soft T Rex skull he pulls over his head. He has been a lion, a viking, a bat, SpiderMan and now a T-Rex. The first Halloween of his life he was a raisin strapped into a car seat and taken home by his already exhausted and certainly not out of maternity clothes mother. I am resisting eating chocolate birthday cake while I am writing this.
The group of books I review for the actual Halloween weekend post don’t hang together as well as the books I posted about on the previous five weeks of these posts, because I read a whole lot like usual thinking I will find the threads as I go and then I ended up with one grouping that is threaded together well, which is actually going to be my post honoring the Day of the Dead halfway through this week, and this post of stragglers. Books I intended to get to for scary reads last year but I did not make it to. One that kept cropping up on blog posts about quintessential horror reads that were new this scary season. So, I’ll write, maybe there will be a thread, maybe not.
The Curse of Crow Hollow, Billy Coffey
This did not get read last year and was one of the first that I plunged into for this year, especially since I already had the audio and a decent length car trip or two in there.
A mysterious illness overtakes some kids in an isolated Southern town following a night partying that inadvertently incurs the wrath of the town “witch” but unravels into additional layers of secrets and intrigues.
I believe this would count as a Southern Gothic novel: ironic events to reflect on the status and values of the American South, Gothic elements to explore and make social commentary. The reader cannot determine if the town witch is really the villain or the victim until the end, if there is really illness/supernatural elements among some of the kids but the power of suggestion. There aren’t the crumbling and scary plantations but the creepy small rural communities. A little madness, a little despair. Women who peak in their beauty and power in their teenage years only to have a lifetime of weight gain and raising children with distant husbands ahead of them.
The audio performance really adds to this. The narrator brings to life the narrative style, with the perfect voice for the story, a male voice sounding exactly like I thought it should. I will probably look into others of Billy Coffey’s dark, more American Gothic and subtle novels. I don’t think anything could replace my love of Victorian Gothic novels but I can appreciate a writer who can apply the dark, ironic writing to a different context.
The Witches of Eastwick, John Updike
I was in love with John Updike as a writer when I was in college. I found him in The New Yorker to start, along with my love of Oliver Sacks, and one time in the middle of a heavy semester I looked up a book of his short stories in my college library and spent a sliver of precious brain space on that. Part of his magic to me was not only his beautiful writing, and it is beautiful, but I liked reading about privileged white people around my age living in New England with their bored, short lived marriages.
So I always had The Witches of Eastwick on the TBR. Witches? Updike? Yes please. A bunch of white, promiscuous self involved women all vying for the attention of a blowhard genteel poor man? Ugh.
His gorgeous, poignant, and astute writing is still there, but I had a hard time caring about these disillusioned women and this completely unappealing man who pushes them all off center despite their having “powers” and having been able to escape their marriages before they got too old to enjoy freedom. I guess women can have “powers” and still be brought down and against one another by a useless socialite full of half baked ideas that won’t ever pan out to paying the mortgage.
I didn’t have trouble finishing it but I definitely needed the help of audio, which had been on my wish list forever, and I am glad I tackled it off the TBR. I don’t think I will be reading the sequel though. And I am less enthusiastic about his complete collection of short stories of his I bought upon his death, but maybe his magic will return to me more in his shorter works, which is where I fell in love with him in the first place. But we will see. His wording and phrases still struck me. He can still bust out a line that is enchanting to me. Like an old boyfriend meeting you out for a drink, there might be a tiny sparkle just for a moment for me and for Updike’s writing.
The Girl from the Well, Rin Chupeco
Classic Japanese horror thrown onto the end of a post with a Southern Gothic and some New England witches. Random sauce, but good sauce all the same.
So if you want a classic horror for Halloween, the most Halloween-y book on this books of Halloween on Halloween weekend post, this would be the one. There is a clear ghost story, the haunting is not random, and in true Japanese style, someone becomes overconfident in their abilities and others get screwed over by it. Because is there ever pride without a fall? But completely classic, almost formulaic, but that is not a criticism. This tosses back to the other Japanese horror movies I watched into my brief foray into Japanese horror films. I liked it. It was scary and diverting and fun, the villain was humanized, there was some kind of resolution, which my readers know I care about. Women like closure. Whatever.
Halloween reads is going to bleed into one more week because I have some books read up that have to do with coming back to life but with the theme of siblings, which is such a YA thing…but appropriately, since siblings are so important to teens, especially in families who don’t all live under one roof.
So, here’s wishing a sweet Halloween weekend to everyone with one more iteration of seasonal reads. Looking for scary reads and all the other blog posts with scary reads has of course lengthened the wish list, filled it out a bit because it’s a never ending process.