The High Five Episode 6 – A Quintet Of Women Horror Writers

To close out Women In Horror Month, I talked about five women authors I read in February. As you can see and hear, it’s a mix of classics, 70s goodness and one of my favorite new horror books around!

For what it’s worth, when I compared Saint-Germaine to Doc Sampson, I meant Doc Savage.

I wrote about Monster, She Wrote last year. You can check it out through its publisher Quirk Books as well as the Valancourt series of reprints. Valancourt’s The Auctioneer can (and should) be ordered here.

If you’re curious about the episodes of The Midnight Comic Club I mentioned the adaptation one is here, the DC and Marvel one is here and then all the others are here.

In the episode I also mentioned the discount audiobook service Chirp which you should check out as well as the equally great Bookbub.

Riding With The King: Just After Sunset (2008)

A few weeks back, I was trying to think of some Stephen King books to listen while driving out to Ohio to hang out with my friends from home for a weekend. Last year, I was elated with my choices of Joyland and Revival (a book I STILL think of several times a week) and hoped to have an equally great experience this time around.

After kicking around a few ideas, I settled on getting Desperation and Regulators because I read that they play well off of each other. Unfortunately, between then and leaving on the trip, we got two feet of snow and the requests didn’t come in. So, I went to the actual library and grabbed a pair of his short story books in audiobook form: Just After Sunset and The Bazaar Of Bad Dreams. Continue reading Riding With The King: Just After Sunset (2008)

Halloween Scene: "The Lonesome Place" (1948)

I’m reading through this book right now called Horror Times Ten from 1967. I got it while yard sailing with Em and her parents earlier this year along with two other horror anthologies like it and two Fletch books. I’ll get to a review of the whole book when I’m done, but I wanted to comment on a story called “The Lonesome Place” by August Derleth. I’d never heard of Derleth before, but according to the intro before the story, he was a big deal when it came to preserving HP Lovecraft’s works. He also wrote one hell of this story here.

“TLP” is about a man recalling a childhood fear of a place where he and his friend swear a big scaly monster lived. It’s one of those tales where you don’t really know if you can trust the narrator or whether the beast is real or not, but what got to me about the story isn’t necessarily a shared memory with the narrator, but a familiarity with the feeling. I can’t remember a specific place from my childhood that scared me, but I can relate to that level of youthful fear when you don’t really know what you’re dealing with and your imagination fills in the gaps. Hell, it still happens to me sometimes.

I especially like this passage and think it’s something parents and adults should remember when dealing with scared kids:

What do grown-up people know about the things boys are afraid of…But what about what goes on in their minds when they have to come home alone at night through the lonesome places? What do they know about lonesome places where no light from the street corner ever comes? What do they know about a place and time when a boy is very small and very alone, and the night is as big as the town, and the darkness is the whole world? When grown-ups are big, old people who cannot understand anything, no matter how plain? A boy looks up and out, but he can’t look very far when the trees bend down over and press close, when the sheds rear up along one side and the trees on the other, when the darkness lies like a cloud along the sidewalk and the arc-lights are far, far away. No wonder then that things grow in the darkness of lonesome places that way it grew in that dark place near the grain elevator. No wonder a boy runs like the wind until his heartbeats sound like a drum and push up to suffocate him.

I was kind of shocked when I realize that this story was from 1948 because it still reads so universally. I can’t even think of a word that would have thrown me back over 60 years. That’s definitely the mark of a great scary story in my mind. I was also reminded of a few of Stephen King’s works that I’ve read. As usually, I’m not accusing King of stealing from Derleth, just wondering if King read him. Or maybe they just have a shared monster in their past.