This collection of tales spans the years 1983 to 2009, and offers an interesting selection of Mark Valentine's work. Most of them concern the investigations of Ralph Tyler, an 'occult sleuth' of a slightly unusual sort. Unlike Hodgson's Carnacki, Blackwood's John Silence, or Le Fanu's Dr Hesselius, Tyler is a regular bloke with no powerful connections or unusual resources. He resides at 14 Bellchamber Tower, but this is not so elegant a residence at the name suggests. His methods are simply those of the researcher, coupled with a bit of initiative and a tendency to try and do the right thing - sometimes in defiance of his client's wishes.
There is an obvious problem with the psychic sleuth format. Each story contains the germ of its own failure by telling the reader that the hero will not die, or be otherwise rendered hors de combat. While this is fine in a TV series of the X-Files variety (and there are a lot of them around), on the printed page it does somewhat undermine one of the key appeals of the weird tale - that the highest stakes being played for.
Setting aside my own personal prejudices, though, the Ralph Tyler stories are excellent of their kind. As the author explains in his introduction, Tyler is from Northampton, and his cases concern incidents taking place in a landlocked county that is often overlooked. And, while these are early stories, the author's trademark erudition is always in evidence as he leads us down unusual byways of history, folklore, and general scholarship.
Thursday, 23 May 2013
Wednesday, 22 May 2013
Hello Goths!
Apparently it's World Goth Day, so let's hear it for the Germanic tribes that disrupted the later Roman Empire, and even sacked the Eternal City itself...
Only kidding. It's the day to celebrate courageous make-up strategies, colour-free sartorial tastes, and a general sub-culture that is - in my experience - charming, intelligent, and fun. Go Goths!
In noodling about this topic this morning I found a highly instructional video for any young person of today who is wondering if they should go full Goth. It's true, you know - you always see Goths in couples.
Only kidding. It's the day to celebrate courageous make-up strategies, colour-free sartorial tastes, and a general sub-culture that is - in my experience - charming, intelligent, and fun. Go Goths!
In noodling about this topic this morning I found a highly instructional video for any young person of today who is wondering if they should go full Goth. It's true, you know - you always see Goths in couples.
Tuesday, 21 May 2013
Richard Marsh Exhibition: It's Creepy in Crawley!
Richard Marsh was, in his day, one of the best-known authors in Britain. His proto-horror novel The Beetle (1897) rivalled Dracula. As someone remarked, friends are better than critics, and now there's an exhibition dedicated to Marsh's life and work. Here is the link, where you will find the facts:
The author Robert Aickman was the grandson of Richard Marsh. He was the only child of a rather odd and unhappy union between Marsh's daughter Mabel and the much older William Aickman.
The Beetle, published in 1897, is the tale of a shape-changing Egyptian creature that comes to London seeking revenge on a leading MP, which greatly outsold its close rival Dracula (published the same year). In 1910 Marsh's publishers felt able to call him 'the most popular living author'.A lesson there, I think, for any writer who worries that they've failed to win recognition. It is, to say the least, ephemeral in most cases.
The author Robert Aickman was the grandson of Richard Marsh. He was the only child of a rather odd and unhappy union between Marsh's daughter Mabel and the much older William Aickman.
Monday, 20 May 2013
Akira Kurosawa's Dreams (1990)
I am not well. Some sort of virus laid me low on Sunday night, and I crawled off to bed with much sweating and shivering. Then, this morning, came the attack of the squitters that led me to conclude I am ill and not merely feeling a bit under the weather. Oh well. A bit of cinema is always good for me when I'm feeling low, so I decided to watch, for a second time, Kurosawa's portmanteau magical realist portmanteau movie.
Akira Kurosawa's Dreams is a Japanese-American co-production - 'Stephen Spielberg Presents' are the first three words to appear on the screen, and Martin Scorsese cameos as Van Gogh. The film comprises eight stories, all based on the director's dreams at different stages of his life.
The first story, 'Sunshine Through the Rain', is about a little boy who ignores his mother's advice and goes into the woods on a day when the sun is shining, but it is also raining. In this weather, he is warned, foxes hold their weddings - and they do not take kindly to those who spy on them. The fox wedding, performed by masked dancers, evokes the wonder and terror of early childhood. The little boy is spotted by the foxes, and faces a terrible challenge.
The second story, 'The Peach Orchard', scores highly for me because a. it's about dolls coming to life, which is something all right-thinking persons should find disturbing and b. it is visually stunning. The little boy, having survived his vulpine ordeal, is lured to the remains of the orchard, which his family have cut down. The household dolls (apparently there is or was a festival called Doll Day) berate him for the crime against the trees, whose spirits they personify. But the boy's insistence that he wanted to save the orchard for unselfish reasons - and not just because he likes peaches - wins over the strange spirits, leading to a moment of magical beauty as the dolls perform a slow dance on the bare orchard terraces.
'The Blizzard' is less effective, perhaps because it offers an overly-familiar scenario and little real drama. A group of climbers are lost on a mountain, and as they begin to succumb to cold and exhaustion their leader is visited by a strange ghost-like creature. This is very like the 'Woman of the Snows' sequence in Kwaidan, but is rather weak by comparison.
'The Tunnel' also draws on conventional ideals of manliness, as an army officer returns home from a PoW camp after Japan's defeat in 1945. As he approaches a dark mountain tunnel he encounters are snarling dog that carries a pack of stick grenades - a genuinely disturbing variant on the 'dogs of war' idea. Then, having emerged from the tunnel, the officer is forced to confront his old platoon, which was wiped out thanks to his orders. Dead or alive, the soldiers will still obey orders. But what of the vicious beast that literally dogs the conscience-stricken officer? The dream imagery works especially well here, contrasting the supposed nobility of the warrior with the bestial nature of aggression.
'Crows' sees a Japanese student wearing Kurosawa's trademark hat venture into the realm of Van Gogh's paintings. Brilliant colours and rustic scenes predominate, and Scorsese's performance strikes me as pretty good. There's even a clever joke about poor old Vincent's ear. Many films have attempted to take the audience into the realm of the creative imagination, but this short sequence succeeds where more elaborate efforts have failed.
'Mount Fuji in Red' is interesting but oddly lacking in impact, despite being about the explosion of a Japanese nuclear reactor. While it obviously harks back to Chernobyl, it also seems prescient given more recent events at Fukushima. However, the combination of slightly naff effects (this is one case where CGI would definitely have done it better) and some very preachy dialogue undercuts the horror of the story. It is a nightmare vision, certainly, but - like most of the later stories - it clumsily foregrounds environmental concerns. Sincere, yes, but a bit irritating.
The same can be said for 'The Weeping Demon', in which the student of the two previous tales finds himself wandering a post-apocalyptic wilderness in which some people - the corrupt, rich, and powerful - have been transformed into demons. There's a nice, grimly humorous touch when a demon with one horn explains that this puts him at the bottom of the pecking order, because horns indicate status. However, horns also bring pain, so the higher the status the more suffering these immortal beings must bear. This is apparently a retelling of a Buddhist fable.
'Village of the Watermills' sees our hero find his way to a rustic idyll, where yet another garrulous character explains what's wrong with modern, technological society. The main flaw with AKD is simply that, whenever anyone talks for more than ten seconds, they tend to spout clichés. Here we learn that the modern world is too full of 'inventions', people don't really like their lives, we'd all be happier if we lived more simply. All this may be true, but it feels wrong in an exercise in magical realism. Fortunately, the final sequence culminates in a final, brilliant set piece that speaks far more eloquently of Kurosawa's dreams of pastoral contentment.
It's interesting that, while AKD is the work of one of cinema's greatest exponents, it has all the familiar strengths and weaknesses of the portmanteau horror genre. Some sections are simply weak and poorly-realised, some are over-long or otherwise self-indulgent. But it is also a treasure trove of wonderful images; dreams that may well inspire dreams.
Akira Kurosawa's Dreams is a Japanese-American co-production - 'Stephen Spielberg Presents' are the first three words to appear on the screen, and Martin Scorsese cameos as Van Gogh. The film comprises eight stories, all based on the director's dreams at different stages of his life.
The first story, 'Sunshine Through the Rain', is about a little boy who ignores his mother's advice and goes into the woods on a day when the sun is shining, but it is also raining. In this weather, he is warned, foxes hold their weddings - and they do not take kindly to those who spy on them. The fox wedding, performed by masked dancers, evokes the wonder and terror of early childhood. The little boy is spotted by the foxes, and faces a terrible challenge.
The second story, 'The Peach Orchard', scores highly for me because a. it's about dolls coming to life, which is something all right-thinking persons should find disturbing and b. it is visually stunning. The little boy, having survived his vulpine ordeal, is lured to the remains of the orchard, which his family have cut down. The household dolls (apparently there is or was a festival called Doll Day) berate him for the crime against the trees, whose spirits they personify. But the boy's insistence that he wanted to save the orchard for unselfish reasons - and not just because he likes peaches - wins over the strange spirits, leading to a moment of magical beauty as the dolls perform a slow dance on the bare orchard terraces.
'The Blizzard' is less effective, perhaps because it offers an overly-familiar scenario and little real drama. A group of climbers are lost on a mountain, and as they begin to succumb to cold and exhaustion their leader is visited by a strange ghost-like creature. This is very like the 'Woman of the Snows' sequence in Kwaidan, but is rather weak by comparison.
'The Tunnel' also draws on conventional ideals of manliness, as an army officer returns home from a PoW camp after Japan's defeat in 1945. As he approaches a dark mountain tunnel he encounters are snarling dog that carries a pack of stick grenades - a genuinely disturbing variant on the 'dogs of war' idea. Then, having emerged from the tunnel, the officer is forced to confront his old platoon, which was wiped out thanks to his orders. Dead or alive, the soldiers will still obey orders. But what of the vicious beast that literally dogs the conscience-stricken officer? The dream imagery works especially well here, contrasting the supposed nobility of the warrior with the bestial nature of aggression.
'Crows' sees a Japanese student wearing Kurosawa's trademark hat venture into the realm of Van Gogh's paintings. Brilliant colours and rustic scenes predominate, and Scorsese's performance strikes me as pretty good. There's even a clever joke about poor old Vincent's ear. Many films have attempted to take the audience into the realm of the creative imagination, but this short sequence succeeds where more elaborate efforts have failed.
'Mount Fuji in Red' is interesting but oddly lacking in impact, despite being about the explosion of a Japanese nuclear reactor. While it obviously harks back to Chernobyl, it also seems prescient given more recent events at Fukushima. However, the combination of slightly naff effects (this is one case where CGI would definitely have done it better) and some very preachy dialogue undercuts the horror of the story. It is a nightmare vision, certainly, but - like most of the later stories - it clumsily foregrounds environmental concerns. Sincere, yes, but a bit irritating.
The same can be said for 'The Weeping Demon', in which the student of the two previous tales finds himself wandering a post-apocalyptic wilderness in which some people - the corrupt, rich, and powerful - have been transformed into demons. There's a nice, grimly humorous touch when a demon with one horn explains that this puts him at the bottom of the pecking order, because horns indicate status. However, horns also bring pain, so the higher the status the more suffering these immortal beings must bear. This is apparently a retelling of a Buddhist fable.
'Village of the Watermills' sees our hero find his way to a rustic idyll, where yet another garrulous character explains what's wrong with modern, technological society. The main flaw with AKD is simply that, whenever anyone talks for more than ten seconds, they tend to spout clichés. Here we learn that the modern world is too full of 'inventions', people don't really like their lives, we'd all be happier if we lived more simply. All this may be true, but it feels wrong in an exercise in magical realism. Fortunately, the final sequence culminates in a final, brilliant set piece that speaks far more eloquently of Kurosawa's dreams of pastoral contentment.
It's interesting that, while AKD is the work of one of cinema's greatest exponents, it has all the familiar strengths and weaknesses of the portmanteau horror genre. Some sections are simply weak and poorly-realised, some are over-long or otherwise self-indulgent. But it is also a treasure trove of wonderful images; dreams that may well inspire dreams.
Sunday, 19 May 2013
Queen Mary's Dolls' House
Sorry I haven't blogged lately - not a lot going on that is relevant to ST. But 'certain things' have arisen, and I'll blog about them next week, honest. In the meantime, M.R. James fans might enjoy this little film.
Thursday, 9 May 2013
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