I will not be driven out
of my body! I will not change souls with that
bullet-ridden lich in the madhouse."
-H.P. Lovecraft "The Thing on
the Doorstep".
While supernatural horror has been a primary theme in literature and the
arts down the ages, at no time has it dominated literature and film as
it has in the 20th century. Yet, within the domain of horror and the supernatural,
warring factions promote two distinctly different views. In the construct
of the materialist, organic life is a chance combination of certain acids
leading to the chain of random evolution, with human striving being merely
that thunderous roar of an infinite number of monkeys on an infinite number
of typewriters eventually producing every variety of expression before
the sun becomes a supernova and all life ends. One school of horror fiction
reflects this ethos.
Today, the horror of the vampire and the conjurations
of the witch have become pleasant TV situation comedies. Just as the implacable
alien in Campbell's "Who Goes There?" evolved into lovable "E.T.", so
does the dreadfully frightening undead bloodsucker of Romanian history
evolve into "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" of our soulless material world.
The true horrors of modern society morph into the empty youth who ruthlessly
shoot down their peers and teachers, while what used to be called "family"
dwindles into a quaint supernatural legend from a past century. Poe's
obsession with those who lived beyond bodily death seems inconsequential
in such a world.
L. Sprague De Camp, in his biography of H.P. Lovecraft,
asserted that Lovecraft was conducting guerrilla warfare against society
in his stories. Lovecraft enjoyed little public acclaim, and he made less
money as a writer in his lifetime than did the kid in his era who delivered
morning newspapers. Yet, his work is likely to survive while wealthy and
popular commercial writers such as Stephen King may be forgotten by posterity.
Then what, indeed, was Lovecraft attacking?
In answering that question, it is important not to
be diverted by what has passed for horror since the 1960s. The gruesome
and sadistic world of the slasher film and the dada-istic plots of "Nightmare
on Elm Street" have convinced some that supernatural horror is a commentary
on the murderous impulses of the brain, a tribute to Dr. Freud, whose
incestuous love for his sister and his own drug addiction supposedly qualified
him to arbitrate the human psyche.
The resonance of Lovecraft, Arthur Machen, M.R.James,
Poe, and many other giants in the field of supernatural literature, lies
in an understanding of a great divide in human thought. On one side is
pure humanism, and inevitable mortality. This is the world of Camus, Sartre,
and the non-fiction explanations of human nature such as The Naked Ape.
In this horror literature and in film, the terror lies in twisted human
mentality and organic monstrosity.
On the other side of the preternatural divide is a
place where life is not limited to physical form or to organic life. The
Old Ones, as revealed by Lovecraft, wait outside of space and time because
time and space are not delimiting concepts to the world of supernatural
horror. In this world, the mere humanism is dashed to pieces and the secret
world of invisible principalities and powers once more interacts with
humans. Vampires are an undead pestilence of horrible implication rather
than well-mannered barnacles hungry for sex and red corpuscles, and the
incantations of Lovecraft's old wizard Whately bring down powers beyond
even the possibility of human understanding.
While few people watched "Scream 2" and walked out
intoxicated with a sense of supernatural awe, those who read Lovecraft
forgive his stilted and stentorian prose as he creates a certainty of
a world that must lie beyond anything we grasp with our senses.
The horrors of Lovecraft's Old Ones were overlaid with a sense of supernatural
awe. It was important for Cthulhu and unnamable things in graveyards to
be beyond true physical description..
At our peril we normalize or stereotype these demon-creatures,
and supernatural horror in literature then loses its power to exalt the
imagination. True supernatural horror in literature, like primordial religion,
brings the mystery of high magic to our lives, however mundane those lives
may be. This is a guerrilla war worth fighting.
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