I have always loved the classic monster. You know, monster monster. As opposed to human monsters who appear all to often on the evening news. Horror movies, horror novels, Creature Feature on TV on Saturday nights, dressing up at Halloween. Frankenstein, Dracula, the wolfman– even Godzilla. Bring on the zombies, the witches and warlocks, the boggles and bugbears and cursed mummies. The ghoulies and ghosties, and long-leggedy beasties, and things that go bump in the night. I love them all.
So, it can’t be too surprising that this taste for the mad, bad and dangerous has spilled over into my art. I make my Facebook and Twitter friends look at it all of October. Bless them for their tolerance.
Quite a few of my books deal with monster themes too. Like Divine Fire— Lord Byron vs. Dr. Frankenstein. Or the Wildside series which are goblin spy-thrillers. These books would never have been published if all the great writers that came before me hadn’t opened the door. I stand on the shoulders of giants– Poe and M R James and Stephen King and Clive Barker. AND Roger Zelazny who wrote the wonderful, awesome, thrilling and lovable Night In Lonesome October which I read every Halloween. This has all the classic monsters and is told from the POV of Jack the Ripper’s dog. If you have missed this treasure, look it up. There is also an audio version read by Zelazny himself.
And let me give a shout out to the late Richard Laymon who somehow managed to make me feel okay with stories that could end with everyone dead and eaten by cannibals. I don’t read tragedies– don’t write them either. But someone disaster feels like the perfect ending when Laymon tells the tale. If you haven’t tried him, my favorite is The Traveling Vampire Show.
Frae ghosties & ghoulies & lang-legged beasties & things that go bump in the nicht, guid Lord, deliver us– especially on Saturday night!