Are we really happier for instantaneous news?Has the internet brought us paroxysms of ecstasy with the quality of information?Wouldn’t you just rather wait?I don’t think we should go to extremes, or go backward.Samuel Morse, it is said, developed the telegraph in part because he was away from home and only found out about his wife’s death after her burial, for which he could not return in time.More rapid communication was necessary and the telegraph provided the means.No, I’m not suggesting that happiness lies in being uninformed, but perhaps I lingered long enough among the Episcopalians so as to believe in the via media, the middle way.Some of the happiest times of my life have been spent without a screen glowing in my face.There is, however, good stuff here.
One example is blogging.I wish I had more time to read blogs.Verbomania, for example, showcases writing that sparkles.The weekly posts set me up for a good weekend.There are many more that I could name as well—and for me blogging has become a way of life.Marketers call it “platform building” but I think of it as fun.And the practice I get writing this blog daily has made my books much more user-friendly.A family friend with no college education tried to read Weathering the Psalms, with “tried” being the operative word.There’s no comparison with Holy Horror.(Weathering the Psalms was written to be my “tenure book,” and it may well be my last technical monograph.)I have this avocation of blogging to thank for that.
But instantaneous news—does it make us happier?Sometimes perhaps, but often the opposite.It’s a phenomenon I call the internet of unhappiness.(There’s a whole field of study emerging called “the internet of things,” which, no matter how much I ponder I just can’t comprehend.)News, after all, tends to focus on negatives, as if there’s too much happiness in our lives.Just yesterday there were early morning helicopters hovering not far from where I live.Within seconds I could learn of some kind of domestic dispute about which I’d otherwise have been none the wiser.The next few hours I spent occasionally reloading the page for updates.They didn’t make me happy.Add to that the three-ring sideshow that the American government has become and you’ll soon be wanting just three channels from which to select before turning off the TV and going outside for a walk.And when the 1970s start to look like happy times, you go to your closet and start digging for the semaphore flags.
There’s a weird silent time, after a book is published, when you start wondering how it’s doing.Holy Horror was apparently released November 29, and published December 29, if done according to standard publishing practice.The release date is when stock is received in the warehouse.The book is printed and technically available, but not yet published.Publication is about a month later when the sellers, distributors, etc., have received their orders and can begin sending them out.Publishing, as I’ve noted before, is a slow business.Somewhere around this point you start wondering how your book is doing.Reviews take some time to appear.The publisher falls silent (I know this from the editorial perspective as well).You start thinking, did it really happen?
This is the internet syndrome.We’ve become used to instant results and it’s difficult to believe that can get by without minute-by-minute updates.The problem is publishing is slow.Reading a book takes time.Not all readers review.It’s perhaps the kind of malaise you expect in late winter.In my case, however, my book was an autumn book that missed its release date by a few months.Yes, hardcore horror fans are still chomping at the bit for upcoming features like Us, but the public in general is well on its way to Valentines Day and what comes after.We are pretty much a holiday-driven culture and Holy Horror was a Halloween book released after Christmas.That, and the combination of Bible and horror is unexpected, with many, I’m guessing, thinking the book is something it isn’t.
Often at work I ponder how publishing has changed, even if it runs like sap in January.Professional writers—those who lived from their books alone—used to be rare.Most authors were otherwise employed, and many of them worked in publishing.It stands to reason when you think about it.I’ve worked for three publishers and finding other writers is, and has been, a rarity.Instead editorial boards consist of people who largely don’t have the experience of writing a book of their own talking about author expectations.A disconnect has emerged where writers find employment in other industries and find themselves wondering why publishers do things the way they do.Even with that background knowledge, I do wonder how my little book is doing.It’s only natural.And now that we’ve progressed to February, it’s only eight months more until October.
Oxford Biblical Studies Online is a subscription service for institutions that gives access to many biblical studies resources produced by the press.It also features current essays that stand on this side of the paywall, written on contemporary issues.In a shameless self-promoting plug, I’d direct you to this link to see my latest publication.You see, I’m not alone in looking at Bible through the lens of horror.As the acknowledgements to Holy Horror reveal, many conversations were going on that led to that book.While the ideas contained in it are my own, I’m by no means the only one to have noticed that the Good Book makes guest appearances in genre fiction.One of the points I made to my students when I held a teaching post was that the Bible is ubiquitous in our culture, whether we know it or not.Just look at the Republican Party and beg to differ.
The idea is not without precedent.For those who read the Bible real horror isn’t hard to find.The Good Book can be quite a scary book.Consider for just a moment the final installment—Revelation, apart from being full of amazing imagery, is an amazingly violent book.Attack helicopters and atomic bombs may not yet have been invented, but there was no shortage of ways to kill people in the pre-gunpowder world.Revelation paints the world in the throes of horrible suffering and death.Indeed, the completely fictional Left Behind series rejoices in the death of the unrighteous who are, well, left behind.Even today there’s a significant segment of “Christianity” that rejoices in the chaos Trump has unleashed.
In the OBSO article I sketch a brief history of how this came to be.The history could work in the other direction as well.The fact is the Bible and horror have always gone fairly well together.Among genre literature, however, horror is a distinctive category only after the eighteenth century (CE).Early horror novels, under the guise of Gothic fiction, often involve religious elements.Culture was already biblically suffused then.This is a natural outgrowth of a would steeped in violence.Personally, I don’t like gore.I don’t watch horror to get any kind of gross-out fix.My purposes are somewhat different than many viewers, I suspect.What we do all have in common, though, is that we realize horror has something honest to say to us.And it has been saying it to us since from in the beginning.
Jeffrey Burton Russell is one of the clearest thinkers I’ve ever read.I first encountered him in my background reading for Holy Horror, and have subsequently tracked down his books on the history of evil.In what is a dangerous move for a scholar, Russell admits in TheDevil that he believes in some kind of personified evil.Except for religion scholars employed in seminaries, such thoughts are generally kept carefully guarded as academia has followed the materialist paradigm since it boldly declared that there’s no other way to know the world.Russell’s intellect penetrates through that posturing and logically lays out what can or can’t be known based on empirical evidence.And in Mephistopheles: The Devil in the Modern World, he concludes his historical sweep of an idea as old as civilization itself.
This is a wide-ranging book.The previous three covered long periods as well: antiquity through the Hebrew Bible, New Testament through late antiquity, and the Medieval Period.Mephistopheles has to cover from the Reformation through the present of the latter 20th century (when it was written).Finding evil in the modern world is arguably way too easy.Since 2016 it has become more fashionable to the point that an entire political party can laud it.Russell writes with the strong conviction that love and the will to goodness can overcome the tendencies of humans to allow hatred, fear, and prejudice to rule.What seems to be lacking, some three decades on, is the will.We have given in to our cynicism and elected the worst of our inclinations.
In William Friedkin’s documentary The Devil and Father Amorth, Russell, looking depressed, is interviewed about the reality of demons.His advice is to look for the good instead.Nevertheless, having spent years of his life researching how evil appears and reappears, his own fascination demonstrates why we return to the subject time and again.The world hasn’t righted itself.His books indicate that there is a way, but we continue to ignore that way, preferring instead to follow the loudest of mouths rather than the warmest of hearts.Some would personify this into Mephistopheles, the modern, entertaining aspect of the Devil.Others would claim it’s merely a metaphor.No matter which may be the case there’s no denying that evil exists.And if it exists it behooves us to know about it.And once we learn its identity we must name it.
Ed Warren died in 2006, effectively ending the cooperative ghost-hunting venture with his widow Lorraine.The Warrens rose to prominence after being among the first to investigate what is now known as the “Amityville horror.”Not being writers, the Warrens hired those more talented in the literary arts to recount some of their more famous adventures.Their books were a hot commodity in the 1980s, selling well through commercial publishing houses.These accounts then went the way of out-of-print books, settling into used bookstores and attic corners.With the release of the horror movie The Conjuring, these titles came back into demand and enterprising publishers licensed the content in order to resurrect the books.The latest effort was Deliver Us from Evil, written by J. F. Sawyer and published after Ed’s death.
Now, if you’ve been following the thread of my posts on these books you’ll know they were never belles lettres to begin with.Many of them are disturbing to read, regardless of whether you believe in the supernatural or not.Deliver Us from Evil, which is subtitled True Cases of Haunted Houses and Demonic Attacks, reads like a collection of juvenile ghost stories.Unlike many of the other books in this informal series, it doesn’t go into detail of how the Warrens investigated the cases.Although it doesn’t state this directly, it seems that since Ed couldn’t narrate the procedures and outcomes, the stories are simply left to stand on their own.There isn’t much glue between them and the accounts themselves, which occasionally eerie, lack the conviction that a self-convinced Ed apparently gave to the other exemplars.
Since my follow-up to Holy Horror (which just arrived on my doorstep) deals with movies about demons, I have been eager to read the entire Warren oeuvre.There are two remaining books, as far as I’m able to determine, and one has become a collectors’ item and is priced that way.This is, it seems to me, an odd but working-class way to do research.Books, even if not by academic publishers, are part of the public record, and as such, deserve consideration of some kind.Yes, many books can simply be dismissed.Nobody has time to read them all.Nevertheless, it’s true that to be informed a researcher should put aside prejudice and see what the public record states.Deliver Us from Evil was a quick read from that record with no real plot and a kind of haunting ending.I wonder what Ed would’ve thought.
It seems that Holy Horror is now available, although I haven’t seen it yet.According to the McFarland website it’s in stock just in time for the holidays.Those of you who know me (few, admittedly) know that I dabble in other social media.One of my connections on Goodreads (friend requests are welcome) recently noted that he does not like or watch horror.Indeed, many people fall into that category.His follow-up comments, however, led me to a reverie.He mentioned that reading the lives of the saints and martyrs was horrific enough.One of the claims I make in Holy Horror is that Mel Gibson’s Passion of the Christ is a horror film.My friend’s comment about martyrs got me to thinking more about this and my own revisionist history.
Traditionally horror is traced to the gothic novel of the Romantic Period.Late in the eighteenth century authors began to experiment with tales of weirdly horrific events often set in lonely castles and monasteries.From there grew the more conventional horror of vampire and revenant tales up into the modern slasher and splatter genres.I contest, however, that horror goes back much further and that it has its origins in religious writing.Modern historians doubt that the mass martyrdoms of early Christianity were as widespread as reported.Yes, horrible things did happen, but it wasn’t as prevalent as many of us were taught.The stories, nevertheless, were written.Often with gruesome details.The purpose of these stories was roughly the same as the modern horror film—to advocate for what might be called conservative social values.The connection is there, if you can sit through the screening.
Holy Horror focuses on movies from 1960 onward.It isn’t comprehensive, but rather it is exploratory.I’ve read a great number of histories of the horror genre—a new one is on my reading stack even as I type—and few have traced this phenomenon back to its religious roots.Funnily, like horror religion will quickly get you tagged as a weirdo.Perhaps it’s no coincidence that both goths and priests wear black.As I’ve noted before on this blog, Stephen King’s horror novels often involve religious elements.This isn’t something King made up; the connection has been there from the beginning.We may have moved into lives largely insulated from the horrors of the world.Protestants may have taken the corpus from the crucifix for theological reasons, but for those who’ve taken a moment to ponder the implications, what I’m saying should make sense.Holy and horror go severed hand in bloody glove.
It’s a strange sensation to do an innocent web search only to find yourself cited.(And no, I was not googling myself.At least not this time.)I was searching an obscure publisher and my own pre-publication book, Holy Horror, came up on Google books.Now, the computer engineers I know tell me that Google remembers your searches, and this has a way of being unintentionally flattering; when I search for my book it pops up on the first page because I have searched for it before.Still, it was a bit of a surprise to find myself where I had no idea I’d been cited.All of this drew my mind back to my “post-graduate” days at Edinburgh University.To how much the world has changed.
One of the first things you learn as a grad student is you can’t believe everything you read.Granted, most of us learned that as children, but nevertheless, with academic publishing a new bar is raised.That which is published by a university press is authoritative.So we’re led to believe.But even university presses can be fooled.This prompts the fundamental question of who you can really believe.Our current political climate has elevated that uncertainty to crisis levels, of course, and the vast majority of people aren’t equipped to deconstruct arguments shouted loudly.Where you read something matters. Even publishers, however, are fallible.So what am I to make of being cited by the web?And is my book already available before I have seen a copy?
Even credibility can be bought and sold.Colleagues make a much better living than me with the same level of training, but with more influential connections.It was just this reason that I decided to try to shift my writing to these who don’t need credentials to impress each other.Some of the smartest people I ever knew were the janitors with whom I started my working life.As a fellow post-grad in Edinburgh once said, professors are always ready to fail you for your lack of knowledge but most can’t tell you what an immersion heater is.(That’s one of those Britishisms that no amount of graduate courses at Harvard will teach you.)I suppose when it’s all said and done nobody else will ever search for the obscure publisher that brought my book to Google’s attention.No matter, at least Google will always flatter me.