The weather around here has been appropriately gloomy for the autumnal equinox.Although Hurricane Florence gave us a day of rain, the heavy clouds have been part of a pattern that has held largely since May.Given the gray skies, we opted to watch Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds last night.My wife isn’t a horror fan, but she does like Hitch.We’ve watched The Birds together many times, but this is the first time since I wrote Holy Horror.I was somewhat surprised to recall how much Scripture plays into the script.This is mostly due to a drunken doomsday sayer in the diner.After the attack on the school kids of Bodega Bay, he declares that it’s the end of the world and begins citing the Bible.He’s there for comic relief, but the way the movie ends he could be right.
When I was writing Holy Horror I had a few moments of panic myself.Had I found all the horror films with the Bible in them?Could anyone do so (without an academic job and perhaps a grant to take time off to watch movies)?I eventually realized that I was merely providing a sample in that analysis.Several weeks after I submitted the manuscript I watched The Blair Witch Project.There was the Bible.The same thing happened last night under a glowering late September sky.The Birds has the Bible.Two weeks ago I saw The Nun; well, that one’s almost cheating.But you get the picture—the Good Book appears rather frequently in horror.That’s what inspired me to write the book in the first place.
Now that nights are longer, and cooler, the grass has somewhat poignantly relinquished its aggressive summer growth.Most of the ailanthus trees have been cut down (I must be part lumberjack).My outside hours are limited not only by work but by the fading light.In the words of the sage, “winter’s tuning up.”We moved to a house we saw in the spring as days were lengthening.Now we’ve come to the dividing line that will slowly leech the light from our evening skies.I suspect that as I go back and watch some of my old favorites again I’ll discover something I already knew.The Bible and horror belong together because both are means of coping with the darkness.Call it puerile if you will, but there is something profound about this connection.It just has to be dark for you to see it.
Ailanthus is known as the “tree of heaven.”It’s an introduced species in North America and, like many such species, it outcompetes its rivals.The tree of heaven isn’t bad to look at—in fact its handsome appearance was one of the reasons it was brought to these shores.Heaven isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be, however.The tree is aggressive and resilient, and difficult to eradicate.Among the many unexpected “gifts” the former owners of our house left us was a back yard full of ailanthus trees.At first I thought they were pleasant but then I had to remove a small one.The smell almost knocked me off my feet.I then learned that the Chinese name for it translates to “foul smelling tree.”Whose version of heaven is this?
Over the weekend I spent some time lopping off trees of heaven.Mosquitoes, I found out, love its shade.It keeps the kinds of friends you might expect.Heaven is, after all, a construct.The word can refer to either the great dome of the sky in which the ancients believed deities dwelled, or the realm of blessedness to which the righteous go after death.In either case, it was assumed to be a pleasant place.Any trees there (and there are some according to the Good Book) would likely have a pleasing fragrance.The ironically named version we get down here didn’t get the memo, it seems.As best as I can determine, the name of the tree refers to its rapid growth, as if it’s grasping for the sky.
A problem with our own species is that we seem to think we know more about this world than we do.We introduce species from other parts of the planet without considering how they impact the local environment.In the case of a property with lazy former owners, it can translate to a real problem with heaven trees.We’re often taken in by the innocence of names.The first time I saw a tree of heaven, in a public park in New Jersey, I thought I should write a blog post about it.It took being invaded by heaven, however, to make it seem relevant.Heaven is a foreign nation, it seems.It should smell nice and be open to people of all nations and creeds.According to Revelation the trees up there bear fruit every month of the year.Presumably in heaven someone else has to take care of the yard work.