If, like me, you can’t see a neighbor’s brickwork without thinking of “A Cask of Amontillado,” then I need not explain why I watch horror films.I know that as of late some literary scholars have challenged the idea that Edgar Allan Poe wrote horror.There is now, and always has been, a bias against the genre.In fact, many would point out that Rod Serling’s Twilight Zone wasn’t really horror, no matter how creepy some of the episodes were.Some would cast Ray Bradbury into that lot as well, and others would not.I spend a lot of time pondering this because those of us who enjoy some of what’s called horror are often cast as misfits.And misfits have a lot in common with monsters.
The connection with religion is a palpable, yet intangible one.It does seem that religion has its origins in fear and as it branched out it came to have different emphases.Jesus, for example, apparently stressed love, at least according to the gospel of John.That religion of love came, eventually, back around to fear.Calvinism, especially, is suffused with it.There’s a reason that it is the religion expressed in particularly effective horror.Apparently they meet similar needs, but psychology is not an exact science, and our tastes in it differ.Even our interpretations do so.As the bricklayer puts down row after row of masonry, the thoughts get walled up in days where work prevents serious consideration of the deeper questions.
It’s been years since I’ve read “A Cask of Amontillado.”The story has stayed with me, however, whether it’s horror or not.Stories about imprisonment are like that.The other day a police car stopped outside our house.We live in a working-class, but descent neighborhood.From the bits and pieces glimpses out the window revealed, there was a problem with a car that had been parked on the street for quite a while, and that didn’t belong to any of the local residents.The natural response to seeing that car just outside was fear.We fear criminals and we fear the police.We fear what Covid-19 is doing to us, even to those of us who’ve managed not to contract it.Traditional religion would tell us punishment comes from the Almighty.These things are all related.And across the way the bricklayer keeps up his work, row after row.
Sometimes you read a book where the author seems to have your same experiences.I suspect that’s why many of us keep reading, looking for connection.I just finished Scott Shibuya Brown’s The Traders and immediately began wanting more.Anyone who’s faced teetering stacks of rejection letters from agents will appreciate the story of Cecil Po, a bookseller in Tandomon.Like many of us who wind up in book-related industries, Po is at heart a writer.Like most writers, he’s down on his luck.When he discovers a deceased, truly third or fourth-rate writer who’s acquired some level of fame, a wild plot begins to hatch.The story is so compelling that I spent much of this past week wishing for just a few more minutes to read.
One of the things the story does exceptionally well is to point out the foibles of scholars.Self-important and self-focused, they often fail to see the obvious right in front of them.There are some laugh out loud moments here for anyone who’s spent time in academia.Po’s laconic commentary is no-nonsense and witty.It also seems to contain a rebuke for the big publishing houses that effectively limit what gets read.Anyone who’s tried to navigate publishing knows the truth of this tale.There are those who decide which writers will get noticed and then build them up to continuing successes.It even happens in academic publishing.Po, talented but uneducated, and—more importantly—unconnected, has resigned himself to a life of peddling books while knowing he has written better than some of what he has read.Brown takes the gloves off, but gently and politely.
There are tonnes of great, but undiscovered writing out there.Even those of us in publishing (perhaps especially so) find it difficult to spend the time we wish to on reading.There is reading and then there is reading.If people did more of it there might well be less pandemic to go around.And if more people read for pleasure there would be more demand for books.It might also lead to more people writing.The Traders is a fascinating little parable that draws you in with possibilities.Cecil Po is like so many of us who dream big but live small.I won’t put any spoilers here since the novel deserves to be widely read.And it’s just possible that the reader will discover a bit of him or herself between the covers along with Po.
It’s Independence Day and what we most need independence from is our own government.History is full of ironies.Federal holidays falling on a Saturday, for instance.In any case, here we are on the Fourth of July and still stuck under a repressive government that a small portion of people like.Republican groups supporting Biden are starting to arise, but we can only dream on Independence Day.Many of us would like to be independent of the coronavirus, and not a few people are acting like we are.Cases are spiking, so the rest of us are staying indoors.Fireworks are okay, but I have trouble staying awake until dark these days and more often than not they just keep me awake as I’m starting to doze.
Maybe for Independence Day I’ll take leave of reality.Maybe I’ll imagine a government that isn’t so utterly corrupt that some people might have some faith in it.Maybe I’ll dream that black lives matter and that our leaders would believe it.Maybe I’ll think what it would have been like if caring officials addressed the Covid-19 crisis directly instead of brushing it off, so that like all well-run nations cases would be going down here instead of back up.There’s so many possibilities and the one thing they all have in common is that they point to independence from the Trump Administration, if that’s what it can be called.Maybe it’s time to light a sparkler of hope.
Independence Day can be a day of looking forward instead of looking back.If we can look ahead we might see a country where anyone will be allowed to exist and not be condemned by “Christianity.”We can come to see that privileging any one “class” or “race” or “sexual orientation” is a form of bigotry from which we can and should be independent.We can try to think what it must be like to experience life from somebody else’s skin.We can try to understand instead of standing ready to condemn that which is “different.”Fact is, everyone is different from everyone else, it’s only a matter of degree.And difference can unite rather than divide.The whole idea behind uniting different states was that those who were different could support one another and figure out how to make room for everyone to fit.It won’t be easy to do, but we might use today to envision a country where we can work together, and figure out that leaders who bring people together are the only hope we have for the future.
So, after writing a post about The X-Files, I finished season three, forgetting up until then that the last episode was “Talitha Cumi.”Apart from being part of the alien mythology arc, the biblically literate recognize the title as the words Jesus said to Jairus’ daughter as he raised her from the dead.Appropriately enough, the episode features an alien-human hybrid that is able to raise the dead and to shape-shift.This particular episode also has an intriguing dialogue between the Smoking Man and Jeremiah Smith (the hybrid) where they discuss whether the alien agenda for people, or that of the shadowy cabal, is better.With a theology drawn from the Grand Inquisitor chapter of The Brothers Karamazov (according to Wikipedia, and which I have no reason to doubt), they argue from different perspectives.The Smoking Man explains that they have given people science instead of God and miracles will only confuse the issue.
While not exactly Fyodor Dostoyevsky, this scene raises some very real questions.Are people happier not believing?Not only that, but the cynicism of the Smoking Man matches rather precisely the modus operandi of our government some two decades later.There’s a reason we keep coming back to the classics.The X-Files mythology is, like the Cthulhu Mythos, woven throughout a larger tapestry whose warp and weft both seem to be religion.It ran far longer than Sleepy Hollow ever did, and it would take considerable effort to tease all of the Bible, let alone religion, out of it.They make the story far more believable.
This particular episode also displays the staying power of the classics.Long, ponderous books like The Brothers Karamazov require concerted effort to read in these soundbite days of internet hegemony.That Grand Inquisitor chapter, however, has been enormously influential.(I recall during my most recent rereading of the novel that I hit that wonderful chapter and then realized I still had hundreds of pages to go.)We often have trouble telling God from the Devil.Just look at today’s political scene and try to disagree.In the X-Files diegesis there is a shadowy, high-powered group that got to the extraterrestrials first.They keep the secrets to themselves while the masses play out their insignificant lives that enrich those in charge.Democracy, it seems, used to be about elected representatives seeing to the will of the people.It perhaps assumes a greater educational base than we’ve been able to retain.But still, with chapters like “Talitha Cumi” we see that there may be some glimmer of hope after all.
Neither Edgar Allan Poe nor H. P. Lovecraft lived to see fifty.I began the task of trying to publish fiction when I was a year beyond Lovecraft’s demise.I’ve kept up a more or less steady trickle since then, and I wonder, from my perspective of advanced age from either of their perspectives, what their stories would’ve been like had they lived to tell the tale.Many of us grow up with grim imaginations.Perhaps because we no longer have to flee predators (apart from the occasional bear in the neighborhood) our minds periodically revisit that unfinished business of natural terror.As we get older, however, life begins to wear on you.It wore pretty heavily on both Poe and Lovecraft, of course, without getting to advanced age.But what if they had?
Lovecraft was born just five years before my grandfather.Had he lived to my grandfather’s age, with that additional five years, we would’ve overlapped.I probably still wouldn’t have discovered him then, however, unless one of those weird tricks of life occurred when someone messes with the space-time continuum.I wonder what kinds of tales an older Poe or Lovecraft would’ve written.I know this is mere speculation, but considering the impact of their respective oeuvres, it is worth wondering.Of course, it could have been some kind of personal hidden knowledge that they wouldn’t live long that led to their performance.I wouldn’t make bold to compare myself to either of them, but I know the pressures of limited time before the daily commute often produced some good work for me.Knowing time is limited seems to be the key.
The traditional advice for writers is to put your protagonists on the edge of a cliff.Then throw rocks at them.Perhaps this is because human experience so often feels like a challenge.Most of us have been living under extreme stress since 2016.The coronavirus has added to that stress, and the senseless killing of African-Americans just for being people has raised the tension even more.I would hope that, apart from a truer sense of justice, that some good writing will have emerged from all of this.None of it will be from Poe or Lovecraft, of course, but they may have shown us the way regardless.I am curious how they would have responded to this internet-tied world filled with showy, inept politicians and the heartless treatment of human beings in the midst of a pandemic.It sounds like a world from which they might’ve produced some strange fiction indeed.
Anyone who has spent time amid scholarly religion tomes knows how cases used to be made for connections.Similarities were seen as parallels, and it wasn’t unusual for the learned to assert that ideas were organically related.This same style (now much out of date) was borrowed by writers proposing that what we now call “ancient astronauts” visited the earth and helped with things like the pyramids of Egypt and Stonehenge.Jason Colavito knows how to parody such writing as he demonstrates in his Cthulhu in World Mythology.Known as a skeptic and critic of what he calls “pseudoscience,” Colavito is also a Lovecraft aficionado.This tongue-in-cheek treatment approaches the subject with an earnestness that almost convinces the reader that Colavito actually believes what he is writing.Meanwhile he’s poking fun at those who like to draw untenable parallels and invent unwarranted scenarios.
All of this is accomplished by using H. P. Lovecraft’s brainchild Cthulhu.Good old-fashioned common sense tells readers that a fictional god-monster created by a fiction writer is not to be believed.What Colavito does, with a straight face (or straight pen) is pretend all this is real.Finding tenuous connections between ancient myths and words that can, from certain angles, resemble the name Cthulhu, Colavito takes the unwary reader down the garden path that suggests Cthulhu was the origin of nearly all world mythologies.Or rather that all world mythologies are reflections and recollections of when Cthulhu was widely known.Treating both fiction and factual sources with footnotes, this is a fanciful romp through “research” published by fictional characters made up by Lovecraft right next to actual sources where scholars are addressing something else, most of them in older tomes.
As an example of good fun, one thing worries me about the book.Granted, it was published before the great Cthulhu was elected in 2016, but many people today have difficulty discerning actual facts from alternative facts.“Fake news” can cover a host of sins.Reconstructing the ancient past is notoriously laborious.Not having written records means guesses are necessary.When writing does appear it is so far removed from contemporary uses of the art that its original usages are sometimes completely opaque.Receipts we understand.Myths not so much.Rituals even less.Many scholars spend their lives in attempting some logical reconstruction of ancient cultures.We have very little scientific means to test them.It might make sense, in such situations, to offer Cthulhu as a suggestion for filling the gaps.
Because of the shortness of time, I recently bought an ebook so that I could get it done under deadline.Although the coronavirus still has book delivery slowed down, things are much improved.There was a book, however, I absolutely needed to read for my current research that is available only in ebook form.Sighing, but emboldened by my recent experience, I began reading it electronically.Shortly after I started my critical faculties kicked in and I began wondering whether the book was fact or fiction.The author has an internet presence but is seldom addressed by scholars.I found myself thinking, “if this was a real book, I’d stop right about now and examine my physical copy for clues.”I’ve done that more than once when it comes to questionable material.Books, you see, come with built-in indicators of their trustworthiness.
The ebook, however, gives you scant information.For example, this one has no copyright page.I may be a publishing geek, but a copyright page is essential for determining what kind of book you’re reading.Then I would, if this were an actual book, close it and look at the back cover.There in the upper left I would look for the BISAC (Book Industry Standards and Communications) code.These are the words that classify the genre and subject of the book for you.It is often a publishing professional, such as the book’s editor, who assigns the BISAC code, so depending on who the publisher is, you have an accurate description.This ebook on my Kindle software has no BISAC code.The publisher itself often tells you something about a volume, but this is a small press without much online information available.
I’m walking you through this because of our current crisis of critical thinking.With a president unwilling to stick to facts and crying out “fake news” when empirically proven realities don’t match his liking, being able to assess our sources is essential.Ebooks have eroded the possibilities.I read esoteric stuff, I admit.The authors had to have convinced a publisher (and don’t get me started on self-published books!) that their project was viable.The book in my hands has a number of ways to assess whether it is accurate or not.The ebook on my lap does not.I’m working on a longer article on this topic.Our ability to think critically includes the necessity of assessing the clues as to the nature of our reading material.Right now I’m reading an ebook stripped of the helpful clues of the print book and fact-checking is limited to Google.The truth may be out there, but if this were a printed book chances are it would be right in my hands.
The earliest sunrise doesn’t take place on the longest day.Things like this are what kept me out of a career in astronomy.No, the earliest morning occurs about a week before the summer solstice.It keeps staying light later in the evening, but the darkness creeps back in the a.m.I know this because I awake before sunrise and I jog at first light in the summer.For a couple of weeks now I’ve been having to start my jog later and later as I wait for the sun to catch up.The latest sunset is about a week after the solstice.Now matter how you count it, the days are getting shorter now.Another lesson I’ve learned from my early morning jogs is that it’s chilliest just before sunrise.The temperature keeps dropping from what it is around 3:00 a.m., meaning that it’s coolest just before the sun comes up.Life lessons from the jogging trail.
I took astronomy both in high school and college.Always fascinated by space I guess I was optimistic that perhaps the mathematics would’ve dropped out of it somewhere between diploma and baccalaureate.My mind is more of the humanities type, dealing with approximations and analogies.The concepts I get, but I can’t swim in formulas.One of the main sources of perplexities was just what I’ve been describing about the earliest dawn and latest evening.Shouldn’t they be the same day?And how is it that the longest day is neither the earliest sunrise nor latest sunset?Math may explain that, but I can’t.There’s a wonder in it all.
Jogs before work (for I start that early as well) are possible only a few months of the year at this latitude.They will give way to lunchtime breaks soon enough and yet summer has only just started.The days will seem longer although in fact they are getting shorter.You see what I mean about approximations and analogies?I still occasionally read books about astronomy, and when NASA (or some privately funded venture) makes announcements about what’s going on in the heavens I pay attention.Yes, I would liked to have gone into astronomy, but life has a way of steering you down certain paths.Besides, there’s a certain wonder in retaining the mystery of how the longest day occurs three times in the course of two weeks, depending on your definition.
With a few exceptions I think we’ve lived beyond the time when a single name could spawn an industry.I used to watch re-runs (itself an arcane concept) of The Twilight Zone when I was a kid.These weird stories drew me in, and, it seems clear, not only me.Rod Serling’s brainchild led to an industry and “twilight zone” became a household concept.Lots of little books were written bearing Serling’s name in some way.One of those paperbacks was Rod Serling’s Triple W: Witches, Warlocks and Werewolves.I can’t remember where I picked it up, but it was a used book and it had Rod Serling’s name right there on the cover.Going over my books to find unread gems, I picked up Triple W and sat down to find out what it was like.
None of the stories are by Serling himself.He’s listed as the editor and he wrote a very nice little introduction.The tales here reflect, as the subtitle indicates, witches, warlocks, and werewolves.Some are old stories and some are fairly recent for a book published early in the 1960s.Descriptive writing does tend to evoke a scene, but I’m often amazed at just how dated it can make a story seem.What struck writers from the 1940s and ’50s as huge sums of money are likely less than we pay for our monthly internet bill.Men all try to act tough and the ladies prepare dinner. Stereotypes.That’s somehow appropriate for this collection since most of the stories have to do with witches.Serling was well aware of the tragedies of history, and these tales are told mostly for fun.The scariest characters are the witch hunters (generally men).
Serling’s famed conscience shows in the choice of the final piece.Not a story, not even fiction, Charles Mackay’s “Witch Trials and the Law” is an essay about the horrors of witch hunting.It’s a rather sober piece with which to end a book of speculative fiction, but then Serling was always known for his impatience with injustice.Also included is Nathaniel Hawthorne’s “Young Goodman Brown,” which I’ve been wanting to read for some time.Given his shame at the Salem trials and his own ancestor’s part in them, it was mildly surprising that Hawthorne’s story seems to presuppose the reality of witches.Of course, it condemns the respectable folk who, in reality, all participate in the ills of the society in which they find themselves.In all, this collection made me think.Not bad for an impulse purchase on what was probably a rainy afternoon.
This wasn’t the work of ghosts, but it sure looked like it.I snapped on the kitchen lights at 3:00 a.m. to find one of the counters dripping with slime.It looked like the basement of the New York Public Library.As I grabbed a damp rag and a roll of paper towels, I thought about Ghostbusters and fresh produce.The slime, you see, came from a burst freezer pack.During the pandemic we’ve been using Misfits, a service that delivers fresh fruits and vegetables to your door.Early on, back in March and April, it looked like various shortages, apart from toilet paper, were here to stay. Every couple of weeks we’d get a Misfits box, so we’d at least have that.
Since fruits and vegetables are perishable, and since there is a time lag involved, they are packed with freezer bags.These cold-pack bags are reusable and we began sticking them in our ice-box.We have no free-standing freezer, so the unit atop our fridge was getting full.The last week’s pack had begun to leak in transit, and, being too busy, I’d set it aside until I could figure out how to dispose of it in the most environmentally friendly way.We don’t generate a huge amount of trash.We compost our food scraps, and being vegan we don’t have smelly animal byproducts to toss.And we recycle all that we can.I guess just “throwing it out” has become a kind of last resort.In the dark, the freezer bag made the decision for me and so I found myself mopping in the middle of the night.
It’s a small price to pay, really, to try to help save the environment.The past four years have contributed unconscionably to global warming.We tend not to care because those who’ll bear the brunt of it in the short-term are the poor.Industrialists can afford vacation homes in the mountains.Our lifestyles have an impact everywhere.We need to learn to think differently about things.Of course, that leaky freezer pack did cause quite a mess.The gooey slime was everywhere, but it was everywhere with a conscience.I have to wonder what happens to the world when leaders lack conscience.Unfortunately I don’t have to wonder long since I have the headlines to read.No, this wasn’t the work of ghosts, but unless we change our ways it could well be. And when those treating you like enemies are your leaders, who you gonna call?
As intimated several posts ago now, my wife and I are rewatching The X-Files.Neither of us has much free time, so this proceeds slowly over many weekends, and we’re now nearing the end of season three.This exercise brings me back to an article I wrote on Sleepy Hollow, the Fox series that ran from 2013-2017.That article, published in The Journal of Religion and Popular Culture, I later adapted into a chapter in Holy Horror.At the advice of my editor I dropped that particular chapter and wrote a different one.In the lost chapter, if I recall, I made the case that Sleepy Hollow was biblically based in a way that other monster-of-the-week series, like the X-Files, were not.While I still have to hold to this, I must admit the X-Files are far more biblical than I recollected.
Somewhere about halfway through season one I started to jot notes when the Bible was mentioned or quoted.Soon it became obvious that religion was a major theme in The X-Files pretty much from the beginning.I’ve mentioned here before that some scholars of religion have begun to address the paranormal seriously.One of the reasons for this seems to be that the two fields are related.Some of the x-files derive from folk traditions, and these traditions often hold religious elements.When those themes derive from American folklore the Bible creeps in.There are quotes, visual displays, and even biblical themes.How had I not noticed this the first time around?
I didn’t watch The X-Files during the actual airing of the series.As a kid I was endlessly teased for having an interest in the strange and unexplained, and it bothered me that it had become mainstream afterI’d already paid the price.When the series became available on DVD, though, I had second thoughts.My wife and I watched it all the way through some years ago, and, having finished rewatching another series several months back, we began slowly to make our way through again.When I wrote my article on Sleepy Hollow I had vague recollections of X-Files episodes with some biblical content, butI’d forgotten how extensive it was.Religion is that way.It tends to permeate society, and even though we’re proudly secular, the base of it all is religion.This should be obvious to anyone who takes the time to tally just how often it appears in the most secular of spaces.Instead, there’s little interest in it.Like the paranormal, lack of concern about religion is something we just can’t adequately explain.
The other day someone mentioned to me (virtually, of course, since real conversation is limited to immediate family) that she was going to the chiropractor.This simple spinal adjustment comment made me curious since my mother has used a chiropractor to manage back pain for as long as I can remember.I also had heard many disparaging comments about chiropractors over the years and decided to look up some information.Medical science, if we can hypostatize it that way, considers chiropractic a pseudoscience.Part of the reason is that the medical training required to be a chiropractor doesn’t come up to the level of a MD degree.The main reason, however, as far as I can determine, is that chiropractic was founded on the basis of receiving information from “the other world.”
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Daniel David Palmer founded chiropractic in the 1890s.His knowledge of how to do it came from a doctor dead for half a century.Some of the tenets of chiropractic are spiritual rather than physical.Not being based on empirical studies going back to such traditional medical ancestors like Galen, the new way of understanding medicine was labeled as a kind of religion—an alternative medicine.Now, I’m not a medical person.In fact I’m rather squeamish.I try not to look too deeply into biology, but this is fascinating.There are more than 70,000 chiropractors in the United States alone.If what they are doing doesn’t really help people then why do they keep going back?Is it a matter of believing that you’ve been helped relieving pain?
Often cost effectiveness is given as the reason people use chiropractors.In these days of Covid-19 we know that medical practitioners have been on the front lines for many months.We also know that in the United States many people can’t afford standard medical treatment.Our government has staunchly refused to nationalize health care, as every other government in developed nations has done, preferring to keep it a free market.The end result is many people simply can’t afford to go to the doctor.I don’t know if chiropractic is a pseudoscience or not, but if it provides at least short-term relief for people who can’t afford standard treatment is this a bad thing?I don’t know much about the topic, but the whole thing seems worthy of further exploration.Any time the mind in brought in to help heal the body, I suspect, we are knocking on the door of religious thinking.
It occurs to me that my post on Sunday may have been a touch cryptic.(I can be naughty at times.)Horror Homeroom was good enough to publish a piece I’d written about the movie Midsommar, a film that got its hooks into me earlier this year.Here’s the link in case you’d like to read it (it’s free): http://www.horrorhomeroom.com/midsommar-and-cross-quarter-day-horror/.It’s not an article using the Bible and horror as in yesterday’s post, but rather it is an exploration of the broader relationship between horror and religion.The origin of religion has long been a fascination, and the more I look into the connection with what makes us afraid, the more I find in common.But why midsummer when summer’s only just beginning?
Ancient peoples in temperate zones, according to the records they left behind, carefully observed the change of seasons.Without a tilted, spinning globe as a model the science of the time (which was likely their religion) suggested that the heavenly bodies were migratory.If you use raw observation that’s what seems to be the case.Now that I sit in the same office every day with a south and a west window, it becomes very clear how the sun shifts over the course of the year.In the winter it seems to be on a journey far to the south.Religions of such science would want to know, of course, when it would start coming back.The years were divided into segments—we still recognize four of them in our seasons although, in truth, they are merely gradual changes that take place in the weather as the earth’s tilt moves our hemisphere toward or away from the sun.
Midsummer was a northern European festival to celebrate the longest day.Whether this is the start of summer or the middle of summer is merely a matter of interpretation.The film Midsommar plays on the disorienting long span of daylight in northern Sweden.Without the dark to guide us, sleep and the regular rhythms of daily life can become difficult.When the people believe the old religion, well, let your imagination run wild.Horror films often lurk in these transitional times of the year.We tend to associate them with Halloween, but there’s enough to be afraid of right now.Not all horror has religious components, of course.Nevertheless it has been there from the beginning, from when van Helsing pulled out a crucifix to frighten off Dracula.And it continues, in perhaps more sophisticated ways, even in the broad daylight.
The combination may seem odd, but it is definitely a valid one.The Bible and horror, I mean.My colleague in this venture, Brandon R. Grafius, has published the first book in the Horror and Scripture series, Reading the Bible with Horror.This is a fascinating little volume that explores the productive use of horror films when it comes to interpreting the Bible.The Bible isn’t all horror, of course, but a good deal of it is.That’s one of the keys of biblical interpretation—no one method covers it all.At least when I was teaching I used eclectic methods both because some methods work better than others in some places and because no one method is the correct one.Using horror to interpret the Good Book is one of the newest methods out there.
The methodology involves looking at horror films (mostly) and finding biblical parallels.Both the Bible and the movies interpret one another.This can be a kind of reception history—the idea that to understand Scripture we must look at how it has been “received.”The way that people read Holy Writ after it was written is as important as the way biblical specialists read it.We all know what literalism is, and biblical scholars are well aware of its shortcomings as a method.There are tons of other methods that seek to show the relevance of the Good Book, and one of them is to see how horror makes it so.To get to this point the reader must get beyond our social bias about horror as a degraded, evil genre.Some of it is quite bad, of course, but much of it has redeeming value.Redeeming value so obvious that it can be used to interpret the Bible.
Grafius studies only limited examples here, for instance, the book of Job with its human suffering and superhuman Leviathan.He also looks at hauntings and biblical ghosts, as well as haunted locations.His chapter on haunted houses made me stop and think quite a bit.He concludes with what will be the most challenging concept for many—the idea that God can be monstrous in the Bible.He clearly can.Apart from theodicy, one of the major reasons critics attack Christianity is the character of God as portrayed in the Bible.Grafius isn’t attacking Christianity but rather he’s trying to show how a most unlikely source can shed genuine light onto it.Reading the Bible with Horror is an insightful step in that direction, even if it’s a step into a rather haunted house.
It’s kind of scary.I mean, I know that Google Maps has everything recorded.Some family members recounted, a few years back, how they were shown raking the leaves in their yard on street level photographs.I guess everything’s part of your permanent record now.What was scary to me was receiving a letter with a picture of my house on the envelope.Yes, it was from an insurance agency, and insurance thrives on the feeling of vague threat that rattles around our primate brains most of the time.Is somethingor someone out to get me?Oh no!They know where I live!Maybe it was supposed to be friendly, like a good neighbor.It just didn’t come across that way.Smile, you’re on Candid Camera.
Not that being recorded doesn’t have its advantages.We live in an older house, and like most older houses it has had some additions over the decades.That means the roof is complex.That complex roof turned out to be leaky also.When the roofer was trying to explain why he couldn’t do just the one part where the water was getting in (we have been re-roofing on an installment plan), I had trouble imagining it.You see, when you’ve got neighbors all around it’s pretty tough to get the right angle to examine your own roof.I googled our address and shifted to satellite mode.I zoomed in and found the layout of the roof.Screenshot and save.Otherwise I don’t think I’d ever have understood how complicated rain deterrence can really be.
But getting a letter in the mail with your own house on it—this seems to cross some kind of line.Yes, I like our place.I feel comfortable here.It’s got space for lots of books.It isn’t fancy, though.It still needs quite a lot of work both inside and out.And I like to spend my scant free time reading.It’s cheaper than buying all the lumber and tools I need to do things the way they should be done.Maybe if my job were driving around filming other peoples’ houses I’d make enough to have some contractor come in and fix things up.But the insurance agent knows where I live now.Covid-19 probably stops him from knocking at my door, but I do value my privacy.Like most things, being recorded is a mixed bag.Who couldn’t use a little extra anxiety once in a while?