Monster fans may have noticed that, despite the season I haven’t been writing much on the topic.One of the reasons for this is that I’m in that dread stage known as “revision.”As an editor I often see book proposals—or even entire books—that have never been revised.You can tell.I learned this while writing Holy Horror.If you’re one of the people who took out a second mortgage to buy a copy, the book you purchased was based on a manuscript rewritten thoroughly at least five times.The idea is that like rocks in a river, all that pouring over a text smooths the words like stones over the millennia.Few rocks emerge from volcanic or sedimentary situations as smooth and round.That takes revision.
My peer review report for Nightmares with the Bible came in a few weeks ago.Nightmares had been revised a couple of times, at least, before I submitted it.I understand the review process very well, as I deal with it daily.Sometimes single blind (the writer doesn’t know the reviewer’s identity), other times double blind (neither reader nor writer know the other’s identity), the process is meant to provide feedback on a manuscript.Having written many more manuscripts than have seen publication, I know just how useful peer review can be.Like anything, however, it can also be treated legalistically, as if the reviewer knows more about a subject an author has just spent years researching.No matter your impressions about this, once the reports come in, revision is in the cards.
Self editing is difficult.And occasionally embarrassing.You read again what seemed to make sense to you at the time, but even after you hit the “send” button you’ve continued reading.New information comes to light.Monographs are a very expensive form of dialogue.Well, not so expensive as all that.Many people are happy to pay out the cost of a monograph for a dinner out, which lasts an evening.A book, mutatis mutandis, lasts much longer.Like that meal, it’s taken internally and digested.You can read the same book twice, however, without having to pay the second time around.It’s a good idea, then, to revise before sending it to a patron’s table.Ironically, revising a book on monsters takes time away from writing about monsters.I also have essays awaiting revision, circling overhead like planes at Newark’s Liberty Airport.And then there’s work, which has nothing to do with my own writing at all.There’s a reason Nightmares occurs in the title.
Halloween is a holiday that brings together many origins.One of the more recent is the tradition of watching horror movies in October.I don’t know if anyone has addressed when horror films became associated with the holiday, but Halloween hasn’t always been about startles and scares.Histories usually trace it to the Celtic festival of Samhain.Samhain was one of the four “cross-quarter days.”Along with Beltane (May Day), its other post equinox cousin, it was considered a time of year when death and life could intermingle.Spooky, yes.Horror, not necessarily.Many cultures have had a better relationship with their dead than we do.We live in a death-denying culture and consequently lead lives of futile anxiety as if death can somehow be avoided.
As a holiday Halloween only became what it is now when it was transported from Celtic regions to North America.Other seasonal traditions—some of English origin such as Beggars’ Night and Guy Fawkes Night—which fell around the same time added to the growth of trick-or-treating and wearing masks.At its heart Halloween was the day before All Saints Day, which the Catholic Church transferred to November 1 in order to curb enthusiasm for Samhain.As is usual in such circumstances, the holy days blended with the holidays and a hybrid—call it a monster—emerged. When merchants learned that people would spend money to capture that spooky feeling, Halloween became a commercial enterprise.Despite All Saints being a “day of obligation,” nobody gets off school just because it’s Halloween.
My October has been particularly busy this year.One of the reasons is that Holy Horror, as a book dealing with scary movies, is seasonally themed.As I was pondering this, weak and weary, upon the eve of a bleak November, I realized that home viewing of horror—which is now a big part of the holiday—is a fairly recent phenomenon.Many of us still alive remember when VHS players became affordable and you could actually rent movies to watch whenever you wanted to!Doesn’t that seem like ancient history now, like something maybe the Sumerians invented?People watch movies on their wristwatches, for crying out loud.I suspect that John Carpenter’s Halloween had a good deal to do with making the holiday and the horror franchise connection.Horror films can be set in any season (Wicker Man, for instance, is about Beltane, and three guesses what season Midsommar references).We’re so busy that we relegate them to this time of year, forgetting that we still have something of the wisdom of the Celts from which we might learn.
I’m still recovering.The Easton Book Festival was a fine example of liminal time.Ordinary time—the day-to-day, or “workaday” variety of time—may pay the bills but comes up short on meaning.Literary time is rare and sacred.No, there weren’t great crowds at my two sessions.In fact, the crowds were modest.More people showed up for my church presentation on Sunday morning than came to either of my more “secular” presentations.The festival, however, wasn’t about numbers.It was about the love of books.Much of the time those of us who love reading are perceived as “Poindexters” who deny the excitement of a life spent in sports and adventure.There’s no reason, however, that the two can’t get along.After all, authors write about adventure and sports as well as religion and philosophy.
As Halloween nears and November encroaches on the days of trees losing their leaves, I reflect on how my entire October was leading up to this.Half a year ago I was contacting libraries and bookstores about doing Holy Horror presentations in the autumn.Only the Moravian Book Shop and the Easton Book Festival took me up on my proposal, but they allowed me, as my wife expressed it, “to put myself out there.”To be part of the conversation.People are busy, I know.Still, I came away with the business cards of a few more successful writers, and I gave away a handful of bookmarks for my too-expensive tome.I was after conversation, not fame.
Although I met the director of the festival a couple of times, I don’t know the results.I do sincerely hope that another will be offered next year.Gatherings of the bookish are dicey affairs.I attended the banquet not knowing a soul, but left having learned of others nearby who practice the craft.Many had made that transition from workaday to writer.I learned that getting the pennies I do for my books is, really, an aberration of the academic publishing scheme.Most academics have good paying university jobs and don’t really need the cash.Book festivals are opportunities to learn, classrooms in everyday life.I met authors of topics more obscure than my own who’d earned healthy advances.This was liminal time indeed.I feel honored to have been included among those feted for putting their words out there for reading and possible rejection.Books are conversations, and in a world far too busy, book festivals are a source of truly significant discussions.Long may they continue!
So it’s here. The Easton Book Festival begins today. The weather? Partly sunny, temps in the mid-60s. There’s no excuse not to go! (Well, actually, there are plenty of reasons, but if you’re in the area please consider it!) I have to admit that my involvement with it was opportunistic. I contacted the organizer because I was looking to promote my autumnally themed book, Holy Horror, in the season for which it was written. I understand delayed gratification. What author isn’t delighted when her or his book arrives? Thing is, mine came around Christmas time, and, while a wonderful gift, nobody was thinking about scary movies during the joyful winter season. My observation is this: books are lenses to focus thoughts. I enjoy Halloween, but I also enjoy Christmas. One follows the other. The Easton Book Festival just happens to be during the former rather than the latter.
My own involvement with the festival doesn’t start until tomorrow. Today’s a work day, after all. Employers don’t give days off for self-promotion (or even for writing books) so festivals are extra-curricular activities. I’ll be on a panel discussion tomorrow at the Sigal Museum and on Sunday afternoon I’ll be doing a presentation on my book, same venue. Maybe I’ve got this backwards (nobody tells you these things), but I’m not doing this primarily to sell books. I’m doing it to promote dialogue. During my less-than-stellar book signing last week at the Morvarian Book Shop I had only one brief conversation of substance. It was with a scientist who pointed out that science and religion had nothing to do with one another. I guess my hopes for the events of the next two days are that folks might want to discuss the ideas in the book. Or at least think about them.
Sunday morning I’ll be giving a church presentation on the book as well. Being in the publishing biz I’ve learned the importance of authors getting out there to talk about their books. Hands up, who’s read a McFarland catalogue lately? Case in point. The only problem with all of this is that I still have to get my weekend errands done. My daily schedule doesn’t allow for trips to the grocery store or even putting gas in the car. And no matter how much time I put into work, there’s always more to do. Festivals, of course, are intended to be time set apart from regular pursuits. So I’m going to put on respectable clothes and I’m going to speak about what’s on my mind this time of year. If the Lehigh Valley’s in your orbit, I’d be glad to see you there.
I’m a small-town boy.Having the opportunity to hold a book signing, even if nobody requested said signing at the event, in the oldest continuously operated bookstore in the country was an honor.This is a prelude to the Easton Book Festival next weekend, in which I have two roles—part of a panel discussion and an individual presentation on Holy Horror.Putting yourself out there when you’re a writer is important, even if nobody pays attention.I thought quite a lot about it; horror movies are almost always successful, but do people like reading about them?Well, some of us do, obviously, but the average viewer, probably not so much.And then there’s the somewhat embarrassing juxtaposition of the Bible.People know what it is, but don’t want to talk about it.
Two people stopped to chat at the signing desk.One was an adjunct geology professor.We discussed science and religion, which is something on which I used to teach classes.He thought the book idea was interesting, but not enough to read it.The Moravian Book Shop scheduled this on the evening of their sold out ghost tours.Quite a few people came in for a Saturday night, mostly for the haunted Bethlehem walks.The second conversation was with a ghost tourist who thought the book idea was unusual.It is.I admit it.As I say in the book itself, “If you see something, say something.”So it was with me, with Bibles in movies.The bookstore did a nice display, but then, I have an awareness of the smallness of my impact.No surprises here.
The thing that really struck me was just how many people avoid looking at you when you’re behind a table with your books.I know I’ve done the same thing.I’ve gone into bookstores when an event was going on, not knowing about it and having no interest whatsoever in the book being presented.That’s the way these things go.I wasn’t doing this to make sales.McFarland isn’t the kind of publisher you use to make money.For me it was all about the experience.It was like seeing my name outside a church in Manhattan.It doesn’t do anything for you materially, but at least you can say you had it happened to you once.The signing was advertised in the local paper, and on its website.Maybe someone out there took a glimpse and saw something that sparked their curiosity.It doesn’t matter if they buy the book.As a teacher at heart, it is simply the interest that I’m hoping to raise.
In my on-going research (as I think of it), I watched The Haunting in Connecticut.I recently wrote about A Haunting in Connecticut, distinguished from the theatrical version by an indefinite article.Both claim to be based on a true story and the story itself is disputed because it doesn’t fit into a materialist paradigm.Ah, but that’s another can of worms.Regarding the movie, it abandons the base story to add an entirely fictional subplot that drives the horror.Or so the writers and director think.The tale ends up jumbled and the confusion it generates is not the kind borne of intelligent planning.The Campbell family, struggling to pay the bills against a case of childhood cancer is real horror.In our healthcare system that is a true story.
According to the diegesis of the movie, Matt Campbell can see the dead because he’s close to death.In case you don’t know the story—the family has to move to be closer to the hospital where Matt is receiving his treatment.Once ensconced in their new house they learn it used to be a funeral home and hauntings ensue.The writer of the original book claims to have made much of it up, while interviews with witnesses make the claim that much of it actually happened.Matt ends up in a mental hospital.In the movie a subplot of necromancy and a young boy medium are added.Souls whose bodies have been bound are trapped in the house until Matt figures out how to break the spell with the help of the medium’s ghost.Instead of Ed and Lorraine Warren investigating, a local minister is added.Also suffering from cancer, he figures it out too, but too late to help the Campbell family.
In Holy Horror and Nightmares with the Bible I do not treat made-for-television movies.A large part of the reason is that they often lack the cultural impact of a theatrical release.(Although Game of Thrones and The Walking Dead may have reached a point of familiarity with numbers to rival big screen efforts.)In the case of the cinematic treatment of the Snedeker (“Campbell”) family, however, the television treatment might well have been scarier than the big-budget studio effort.Whether fictionalized or not, the Discovery Channel show stays closer to the book (In a Dark Place, by Ray Garton).Using the Usher-like ending of destroying the house doesn’t seem to offer any release in the big-screen version.Sometimes reality is scarier than the tales we tell after dark.
In a local mall over the weekend where Christmas decorations were being uncrated, I felt cheated.Now I’m not naive enough to suppose retailers can get by without the black season around Christmas, but as a writer of books Halloween themed I felt as if my thunder were stolen.The normal person, I suspect, thinks of scary things only about this time of year.Monsters and horror films are on people’s minds in fall, even though a good horror flick will make a few bucks even in spring or summer.Halloween has a very small window of appeal, however, followed on closely, as it is, by Thanksgiving and Christmas.Why can’t we give Halloween its due?
My wife pointed out that Halloween is a big retail event.Indeed it is.I started noticing Halloween paraphernalia on the shelves fairly early in August.I know that even without capitalistic prompting I start to sense the season then.It’s in the air.Certain early August mornings you can smell a faint whiff of autumn on a breeze slightly cooler than expected.The first leaves start to change and fall before September.It will be another couple of months before the season makes itself felt in full force, but the early hints are there.A believer in delayed gratification, I hold back.Idon’t buy, but I absorb.The melancholy grows through September until as the calendar tells me it is now officially October I can begin to exhale.This is the time when those of us who are horror misfits can seem somewhat normal.I walk into a store and “Ho, ho, ho!”The joke’s on me.
Autumn already slips by too quickly.Every year before I know it the ephemeral beauty of changing leaves is gone and the subtle chill in the air turns frigid.Damp leaves are raked up to make room for snow.The swiftness of this season is perhaps one reason so many people value it.Summer can stretch long with its uncomfortably warm days and winter can linger for nearly half the year with its opposite feel.Halloween is a holiday that intentionally falls in the midst of transition.That transition has been commercialized, however, into buying seasons.Only halfway through October the price of Halloween goods drops to sale rates.Corporate offices are chomping for Christmas cash.What I really need is a walk through the fallen leaves and a few untrammeled moments to consider where we are rather than what we might earn.