They found me.I used to call them CBD, but because of the popularity of a certain hemp-based product, Christian Book Distributors changed its name.Now I knew about them long before they had me on their mailing list when I taught at Nashotah House.When I was a seminary student in Boston I made occasional trips to CBD’s Peabody warehouse for sales—this was quite a boon to students who never have enough money (little did I know!).Books you’d heard about in class were there, for a fraction of the price.At Nashotah I always looked over their bargain page, because, well, professors like books.I recognized their catalogue in my mailbox instantly.The name is now Christianbooks.com.Grab some munchies and sit down.
Not only the name has changed.Back in my student days I could find academic resources here.As religion in America has become more and more polarized, what used to be CBD (if I use their current incarnation my computer insists on putting links in) has become radically conservative.Page after page of study Bibles reveal no hint of the mainstream bestsellers in the genre.It’s as if they don’t exist.More than that, if you leave them out maybe people will come to believe they don’t exist.Even the bargain books are nothing an erstwhile professor would buy.Instead of academic titles there are all kinds of Barnes & Noble-type gimmicks to get shoppers to spend their money.Like junk food for the soul.I look at the books on my shelf.Some of them were purchased, cash in hand on the ground in Peabody.Not any more.
There will be those who claim (fake news is the only news now) that what has changed is me, not them.The fact is places like CBD used to be more open minded.They admitted the possibility of doubt.Now your choices are Scofield or Ryrie.That should be enough for any appetite.Not only that, but many of the titles now sound militaristic.Battlefields and all.Thumbing through, I wonder where Jesus has gone.The evangelicalism of my youth was clearly Prince of Peace centered.Now it’s politicized to the point that I’m not sure what it represents beyond GOP values of greed, opportunism, and power.Anyone who thinks differently need not apply.How CBD found me after all these years, I do not know.I wish they’d consider saving the environment rather than printing catalogues to send me.The climate, despite what they would claim, has changed.
The project that ultimately led to Holy Horror and Nightmares with the Bible was an article.Intrigued that the quasi-horror Fox series Sleepy Hollow was so solidly based on the “iconic Bible” in its first season, I wrote an article on how the Bible functioned in it.After that was published I realized that there was plenty of material for a book on how the Good Book appears in horror films.That book, of course, appeared late in 2018.Nightmares with the Bible was a kind of sequel, but moving in a different direction.It looks specifically at how ideas about biblical monsters (demons) are mediated through horror films.This post isn’t all an introspective about past projects; in fact, it’s about present watching.
At one point in my research I noted that the X-Files wasn’t as biblically based as Sleepy Hollow.I stand by that assertion, but my wife and I’ve been rewatching the X-Files on weekends for several months now.Nearing the end of season two I’ve noticed just how often the Bible appears in it.Unlike Sleepy Hollow, where the entire story was premised on (largely) the book of Revelation, the X-Files has multiple episodes that focus on religion.What we might call New Religious Movements feature in some of the vignettes while others posit older, hidden religions.The Good Book appears visually many times, or, and it’s often quoted, even if not shown.Although some of the episodes are lighthearted, many of them are played as straight horror and address the question of the reality of evil.I hadn’t been alerted by Sleepy Hollow the first time we made our way through the X-Files, but if I had more time, and if anyone were still interested, there’s a book in this.
Ironically, even in the light of a political party that takes its energy from a religious base, universities are no longer interested in the study of the subject.I have no reason to believe that these two television series are isolated instances that I’ve just stumbled across.American culture is biblically based, no matter how secular it may be.To my way of thinking, when something like the Good Book has such a strong influence, the response of the rational should be to try to understand it.I know what biblical scholars do all day;I used to be one.Only in recent years have some of them begun to turn toward the concept of the iconic Bible and to consider how it influences American thinking.I can only do this on a small scale, in my free time.What I see, however, like a good X-File, defies explanation.
It’s a good thing global warming is a myth, but somebody forgot to tell the hyacinths and lilies in my backyard.February in Pennsylvania is not when you expect to see spring flowers.Now I’m fully aware that unseasonal warm snaps and cold spells aren’t an indication of the global climate; they’re far too localized.One thing I’ve learned in my several decades of life is that heat takes time to transfer.If you’ve ever had to wait for a pan of water to boil when you’re hungry, you know that to be true.On cold morning’s my coffee’s ice coffee before I finish the mug, but it does take time for that transition to happen as the cup empties.With something so inconceivably large as the atmosphere, it takes time.As our hemispheres take turns pointing at the sun and warming up, the air tries to reach equilibrium and so the weather goes.
Scientists are now talking about, once we get the deniers out of the White House, what long-term remediation plans we have to make.We’ve already set in motion extreme weather events.We’ve had decades of warning, but those who control the money just can’t bear to let any of it go.It’s a safer bet to wreck the planet.You can just cash in your insurance money and buy a new one.That’s the way it works, isn’t it?So I’m standing outside in my shirtsleeves in February staring at April flowers who think winter’s over already.I don’t know what to say to them.
You can’t drive a car without a license, nor can you practice law or medicine.To be a world leader you don’t even have to be literate.I often imagine what the future survivors will say.They’ll likely be there, since people have a way of getting by.They may wonder if we knew this was coming.Of course, the internet won’t be up and running then, and who knows what’ll happen to electronic information when there’s no power left to keep the servers going.In any case, my perhaps futile answer to their imagined question is yes.We did see this coming.Some of tried every legitimate tool in the box called “democracy” (you’ll need a dictionary for that one) to introduce sanity into the discussion, but bluster wins over hard thinking every time.I cup my hands around the tender, if resilient leaves.They’re only doing as nature directs.If only our species could pay such attention to what the planet is saying.
Although I haven’t been writing much on horror here lately, I’ve been doing my homework.At least for homeroom.Horror Homeroom, that is.I’ve published on Horror Homeroom before, and, surprisingly, they’ve let me do it again.This piece is on the films of Robert Eggers.It’s pretty unusual for me to get in on the ground floor with a director’s oeuvre, but my wife has a tolerance for what is being called “smart horror” or “intelligent horror,” or even “transcendent horror,” and so we can get to the theater to see movies like The Witch and The Lighthouse before they go to DVDs or Amazon Prime.In order to write up my thoughts about these two films I had to rewatch them a few times.There’s so much going on here that both stories are difficult to summarize.
Holy Horror treated The Witch in the context of its biblical worldview.The Calvinistic religion of William, and by extension, his family, is pretty scary stuff.In The Lighthouse we find two men each grasping for their own ideas of the divine, as found atop the eponymous structure they inhabit.Both films explore the psychology of isolated individuals, and, perhaps not surprisingly, finds frightening things.We are social creatures, even those introverts among us.When deprived of the interaction of those who think differently (hear this, o Republicans!) we soon begin to wilt.We need not agree with all we hear, but conversation cannot be had without being open to at least the possibility that one might be wrong.Nobody wants to think they are incorrect, but unless they can admit that possibility, there will be no discussion, by definition.
Horror quite frequently thrives on separating people from their fellows.One of the fascinating aspects of the genre is the way in which it does this.Groups, even, that separate themselves from the rest of humanity soon begin to behave in odd ways.Checks and balances are necessary for any health in a society.Those who claim absolute positions often can’t admit this.Do I hear the violins of Psycho coming to life?I suppose community is why I try to publish once in a while in wider venues like Horror Homeroom.Even people who like to watch horror prefer not to do so alone.Maybe having seen The Witch and The Lighthouse in theaters was a crucial part of their impact upon me.And what is a good shudder without someone with whom to share it?
For the most part, reading introductions to literary works is tedious.Since this edition of Heart of Darkness was brief enough, and the introduction wasn’t as long as the novel, I decided to follow through.I’m glad I did.I’ve read Joseph Conrad’s classic before, but it was helpful to have pointed out before this reading just how much darkness is in the story.Drawn in by Kurtz’s famous last words, I suspect, many readers make the heart of the darkness the life lived by this contradiction of a man.An individual who’d set himself up as a deity, and who pillaged the region for his own gain.A man who wasn’t above using terror to acquire his ends.An enigma.
But in actual fact, the story is about as full of darkness as an early Bruce Springsteen album.The story begins at sunset and ends at night.There is darkness to the Europeans’ dealing with the Africans throughout.Even Marlow participates in that interior darkness that seems present in all people.Delivering the deceased Kurtz’s letters to his still grieving fiancée, he meets her as darkness is setting.He lies about her beloved’s last words, preferring to preserve her feelings than to reveal the truth uttered upon the deathbed.There are layers of interlaced darkness here and Conrad never gives a definitive statement about what it really is.
We live in dark times.I suspect that, for someone somewhere, that will always be the case.The corruption of our government is so blatant and obvious that we seem to have fallen under the shadow that must’ve driven Conrad to pen his novel.When living in darkness it helps to have a guide who’s been there before.No matter what evil Kurtz has perpetrated, he’s treated as a god by those he oppresses.He knows their suggestibility and preys upon it.Although slavery was no longer (officially) a reality when Conrad wrote, the attitudes—embarrassing in the extreme today—lingered.Even more embarrassing is the reality that they linger even today.Not just linger, but assert themselves and then deny that they exist.This is the heart of darkness, I believe.We cannot allow others to live in systems that don’t kick money back into our own.Trade on our terms, with our worldview being the only legitimate one.Like so many writers, Conrad has been made a prophet by history.And we all know the horror.
Perhaps like me you’re afraid of the news.Not because it’s fake, but because it’s real.Then every once in a while curiosity gets the better of me and I uncover my eyes.Sometimes you can’t help but see.With the utter mess we’re in over here, it’s difficult to keep up with news from other countries we know.I’ve lived in the United Kingdom and I’ve worked for British companies.Needless to say, I wonder what’s going on over there from time to time.Lately I’ve been getting auto-replies to my emails to British colleagues stating that they’re on strike.I asked a friend in the UK about this.It used to be the professorate was treated with some regard in Her Majesty’s domain.Not being a financially minded person, I haven’t been aware of how deep or devastating our capitalism-induced recessions and depressions are.Apparently they’ve been bad enough to derail even British higher education.
Compensation for the professorate has been eroded away.Their pension plans have been depleted.Knowing the problems we have over here with professors refusing to retire, I was surprised to learn the UK has the opposite problem—professors unable to afford to retire.Now, lecturing isn’t physical labor, but class preparation (and committee work) take a considerable amount of effort.I could see not retiring if it meant lecturing only, but with everything else required, not retiring would be, well, exhausting.As over here the root of the problem is that higher education is the route into which many smart people are steered.You’d think it’d be a wonderful problem to have too many highly educated people.It’s not.With advanced study comes advanced debt.And limited employment prospects.
There are nations in the world where higher education is deeply valued.Where educated people are respected.Ironically, the nations enamored of capitalism aren’t those places.The only learning that’s required is how to get money from someone else.Beyond that, the rest is commentary.British higher education has fallen on hard times since I read for my Edinburgh doctorate.Schemes have been put in place to ensure faculty are being productive.Yes, there are some lazy ones.The majority, however, pull their weight and then some.And now they’re being told they must do so until the grave.No retired professor wants to spend her or his old age bagging groceries at Sainsbury’s.And so they’re going on strike.If only the world valued knowledge more than money there might be some news worth reading.
The classics.No matter how much I read more contemporary fiction, the classics keep me coming back.Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein is a classic in more than a single sense.It was a novel that had tremendous influence in the nineteenth century and has continued its impact to the present.Chris Baldick’s In Frankenstein’s Shadow can be considered a classic in its own right.Although it only dates from the 1980s, it contains exhilarating analysis of Frankenstein in a number of authors and genres of the nineteenth century.And I’m a fan of literary scholars who write accessibly.I’ve read modern literary studies that I simply don’t understand and they leave me feeling alienated and cold, as if they were written for a private audience.One that didn’t include me.Baldick’s treatment is wide-ranging and full of moments of blinding insight and is open to all.
Often I put the book down thinking that I’d had my world changed.Baldick’s no hero-worshipper.He notes the weaknesses in Shelley’s writing (and they are admittedly there), but he does so respectfully.The astonishing part of this study is the sheer breadth of the influence Baldick finds for Frankenstein.A word or phrase, a theme here or there, and yet he makes an excellent case that these can be traced back to their monstrous forebear.His section on Melville made me want to stand up and cheer.(I have to admit to being more of a hero-worshipper than the author.)This is literary criticism done right.It makes you want to read the books you haven’t.
Since the book deals with literature, it doesn’t really address how the creature morphed into something completely different in the twentieth century.I know I grew up thinking Frankenstein’s monster was part robot.I suppose it was the bolts in his neck, according to the Universal script, that convinced me.That, and his stiff-jointed lumbering about.Shelley’s story is, however, very much a human one.In many respects the monster is more humane than his creator.Various aspects of this tale, including that one, are taken up in other classics and turned over, examined, and reapplied.Suddenly quite a bit of what I’d read elsewhere made immediate sense.Interestingly, although I grew up not so much a fan of this particular monster, books on him have become among my favorites as an adult, if I am such.I think Baldick may have had his fingers on that revivified wrist when he wrote this book.It certainly did for me what literary criticism always should. At least for the classics.