Showing posts with label small town horror. Show all posts
Showing posts with label small town horror. Show all posts

Monday, July 27, 2020

Interview with Craig Stewart, author of Follow Him



Today it gives the Speculative Fiction Showcase great pleasure to interview Craig Stewart, author of Follow Him and Worship Me.

Your novel Follow Him, published by Hellbound Books, had its debut in October last year. It’s safe to say it’s a horror novel. What drew you to horror as a genre in the first place?
In my experience, horror is for the outsider; it’s an angry, anarchistic genre. When I was a kid, I wasn’t terribly angry, but I was gay. Still am. And growing up gay in a small town in the 90s, there’s just no way that you’re not going to feel like the outsider. So, while perusing the video rental stores, I stumbled upon this section near the back filled with people with knives for fingers and pins in their heads, and I thought, well, this is where I belong. These films did more than scare me (though, they really did), they expressed something in me that needed out, exorcised demons, if you will, and let me face them.

Your biography says you learnt to count from the words: “One, two Freddy’s coming for you.”! That’s – unexpected. Were your parents horror fans, or was it a coincidence?
My parents hate horror, haha! I had to watch this stuff secretly, hidden away in the basement, which really only made everything more frightening. 
That comment from my bio is a little facetious. I didn’t literally learn how to count from A Nightmare On Elm Street – I probably learned that from some poorly illustrated book about a kid trying to share apples. What I did learn from Wes Craven’s masterpiece, was a way of dealing with the horrors of life, and of understanding them. It profoundly influenced me. I first saw the film at a very young age, so, Freddy made his mark. But, how Nancy defeated Freddy is what I really attached to. She didn’t run, she learned everything she could about him, thereby taking away his power, and then she turned her back on him. That’s powerful stuff. We’re all afraid of the unknown, so, what happens when the unknown becomes known? Well, then, whatever nightmare we were afraid of becomes just another dream.

Horror and childhood seem to be deeply associated. Sometimes children are the pathetic victims of horror, sometimes the terrifying perpetrators – see films like Poltergeist, Stephen King’s It and A Nightmare on Elm Street, to name a few. What’s that about?
I think horror as a genre serves many roles in a society. The most important being an exploration of the forbidden. When a new idea is being introduced to a society, usually there are these rings it needs to pass through. The first ring is horror, because new ideas emerge from the unknown. The next ring is usually comedy, as people start to poke fun from a distance, becoming acclimatized to it. The final ring is drama, where the idea is honestly explored. For example, queerness in cinema didn’t start with Brokeback Mountain, it first journeyed through The Bates Motel, and even before that, Bride of Frankenstein (in a more coded way). So, if you want to know what ideas a society is struggling with, look to horror.
(at the risk of sounding too much like a thesis paper) Furthermore, horror deals with many troubling and universal ideas that challenge us all; the biggest one being that we are meat bags, capable of being spilled. For kids, the horror genre is usually the first real exploration of this idea. And so, they are often represented in peril, threatened by the bogeyman. Of course, there’s the sub-genre of evil kid movies, which, unless a demon is involved, usually turns out to be more psychological horror, which, ironically, kids rarely enjoy as much as adults do.

Plus, deep down, everyone is creeped out by kids, right?

Follow Him concerns a religious cult that establishes itself in the town of Dreury. Is small-town Canada, like the same milieu in America, a particularly good setting for horror and the weird? (See King again and David Lynch)
I think they’re similar, but not exactly the same. Small town Canada feels… quieter? More subdued, maybe. Open fields; hollow wind; not a friendly face for kilometres. I think the creepiness of a Canadian small town has a lot more to do with isolation, whereas American small towns in horror stories often have terrible secrets, hidden histories, that sort of thing.

The cult is called The Shared Heart and the protagonist, Jacob, joins because he is emotionally broken. His fiancee tries to rescue him and finds they are both in mortal peril. Would you say there is psychological horror as well as the supernatural?
Absolutely! This novel certainly has a great deal of both. Actually, I’d argue that all supernatural horror that’s any good is psychological. For example, no one is actually afraid of zombies coming out of the graves, but, everyone is afraid of what they represent: our inevitable death that shambles closer every day. Same can be said for werewolves (sexual repression), demons (mental illness), and clowns (just clowns… they don’t need to represent anything other than pure terror).

In what way does this story tap into our deepest fears about cults and indeed religion?
I view all established religious institutions as big cults. There’s no difference in my mind between an obscure sect who meets out in the desert every full moon and the Vatican, other than one happened to come to power and one didn’t. They have a way of creating a hive mind. I think, right now, we’re living in a time, certainly politically, that’s ruled by cult-thinking. It’s a terrifying thing to see. There’s something disturbingly dehumanizing about cults. With Follow Him, I wanted to exploit this frightening trend, while also questioning… what if the cult were right?

You wrote your own hymn for the cult known as The Shared Heart – can you tell us about that and how important music is to your writing?
I love music. It’s my main source of inspiration. It’s also the easiest way to evade someone’s rational brain and go right for their heart – which cults need to do in order to brainwash. That’s why music plays a huge part in all religions. In terms of my own writing, I often compose a couple of tracks of music to emphasize certain themes or characters. It’s kind of like scoring a movie, only, a book. I wrote a couple of inspirational tracks for Follow Him, including one that’s the main tune for the hymn sung by The Shared Heart. If you’re interested, you can find it here.



Your first novel, Worship Me, also centres on a religious subject – a church congregation whose prayers are answered, but not in a good way. In older horror, such as The Exorcist, the church is the locus of good, against the power of evil. Have your novels abandoned that classic trope?
Oh yes, I’ve abandoned that notion wholeheartedly, haha! It’s funny because horror has always had a tough relationship with religion. Like you said, sometimes it’s a force of good, like in The Exorcist (though, I would argue that in that film/book, god fails, and it’s Father Karras’ love for the child that forces the devil out), and sometimes it’s a force of evil, like in The Wicker Man. 
I grew up attending church every Sunday. I was confirmed into the faith and all that. In fact, the small country church in Worship Me is based off the actual church I attended as a child. I lost my faith while reckoning with my sexual orientation. Then, I hated faith for a while after my sister died. Now, I view faith and religion as this ancient, antiquated monster that doesn’t really know how to function in the new world. Like all good monsters, it’s both powerful and pitiful. That’s really what my first book is about.

In what way does Follow Him continue the story of Worship Me?
I think of Follow Him less as a sequel to Worship Me, and more like a sister novel. Both of them are their own stories. Worship Me is about religion, Follow Him, although centred around a cult, is about love. That being said, there is a very important character in Follow Him that connects the two books and brings both stories to an end. Or, maybe just opens the door to a third book. Things are bubbling.

Horror seems on the surface like a very moral genre, ending with the big bad defeated and the protagonists saved. But it can also have a nihilistic ending. What does this say about changing tastes?
A lot has been written regarding the morality of horror tales. I don’t know if it’s a changing tastes sort of thing, or, if there’s always been nihilistic horror and morally driven horror, and critics from certain eras just chose to focus on either one or the other. For example, while papers were being written about the morality of slasher films, at the same time, Dan O’Bannon was ending Return of the Living Dead (spoiler alert) by dropping a big bomb on everyone, and Carrie was burning her school down. 

What is your view of recent horror films like Midsommar, which combines beauty, folklore and body horror?
I was a huge fan of Hereditary (it was heredi-scary!). And I had big hopes for Midsommar. There’s a lot of interesting stuff in that film, and, you’re right, I like how the horror is almost surreally beautiful, but, for me, I’m a huge fan of The Wicker Man (the Cage version… kidding), and Midsommar just didn’t feel as fresh as Hereditary was. Maybe I was just in a bad mood and need to rewatch it.  

As a filmmaker yourself, do you have plans to make longer movies?
Yes, I’d love to. The problem is one that all independent filmmakers face… cash. Movies take a lot of it. Books, however, well, that’s just me and a typing machine, so, pretty cheap. At least I have a couple of books to base screenplays off of. Now, if I could just remember where I left that 30 million dollars... Jokes aside, I do plan on building a story that’s more contained within a modest budget. That’s the next project!

What books do you read, within and outside the genre?
I’m almost finished Scott Hawkins’ Library At Mount Char, which has been a fun read. Not very horrific, though, it has its moments. I like to read independent authors as well. Keep a nice mixed bag. Also, I love a good memoir. I read Words Without Music by Philip Glass. It was a delight. Amazing artist.

Have you got any recommendations?
If you’re interested in Canadian queer horror, I highly recommend Michael Rowe’s October. It’s just a great, classy creep-out with a wonderfully gut-wrenching finale. It’s a story that anyone who has ever felt like an outsider will be able to deeply relate to… and that might be the most terrifying thing about it.

What are you working on now?
I’m suffocating myself with a couple of projects. I’m doing the final draft of this horror/comedy novel based in the 80s about a woman who dreamed of being a princess, but found out she’s actually a monster. I’m really enjoying how this one is coming together. Lots of splattery fun! Beyond that, I have plans to focus a bit more on film-making again. A few scripts ideas are floating around. And I have at least one more novel in there too, I know. That one will be a very personal book, so, I don’t want to rush it.

To keep up with all my projects, please feel free to checkout my social feeds, or find me here on my website.




About Craig Stewart:



Craig Stewart is a Canadian author and filmmaker who learned how to count from the rhyme, “One, two Freddy’s coming for you.” He’s a creator and connoisseur of everything horror; never afraid to delve into the dark. His first novel, Worship Me, received the New Apple Literary Award of Excellence for horror in 2018. He has also written and directed several short films that have enjoyed screenings across North America. He currently wanders dark hallways in Toronto, Canada.


Saturday, September 29, 2018

Things You Need by Kevin Lucia

Release date: September 28, 2018
Subgenre: Horror

About Things You Need:

 

“Kevin Lucia is this generation's answer to Charles L. Grant.” – Brian Keene

The things we want are so very rarely the things we need.

Clifton Heights, a modest Adirondack town, offers many unique attractions. Arcane Delights sells both paperbacks and hard-to-find limited editions. The Skylark Diner serves the best home-cooked meals around, with friendly service and a smile. Every August, Mr. Jingo’s County Fair visits, to the delight of children and adults. In essence, Clifton Heights is the quintessential small American town. Everyone knows everyone else, and everyone is treated like family. It is quiet, simple, and peaceful.

But shadows linger here. Flitting in dark corners, from the corner of the eye. If you walk down Main Street after dark, the slight scrape of shoes on asphalt whispers you're not alone, but when you look over your shoulder, no one is there. The moon shines high and bright in the night sky, but instead of throwing light, it only seems to make the shadows lengthen.

Children disappear. Teens run away. Hunters get lost in the woods with frightening regularity. Husbands go mad, and wives vanish in the dead of night. And still, when the sun rises in the morning, you are greeted by townspeople with warm waves and friendly smiles, and the shivers pass as everything seems fresh and new...

Until night falls once more.

Handy's Pawn and Thrift sits several blocks down from Arcane Delights. Like any thrift store, its wares range from the mundane to the bizarre. By daylight, it seems just another slice of small town Americana. But in its window hangs a sign which reads: We Have Things You Need. And when a lonely traveling salesman comes looking for something he desperately wants, after normal visiting hours, after night has fallen, he will face a harsh truth among the shelves of Handy’s Pawn and Thrift: the things we want are rarely the things we need.

Proudly represented by Crystal Lake Publishing—Tales from the Darkest Depths.

 

Excerpt:

 

It was my first visit to Clifton Heights Junior/Senior High School. Right from the start, I thought Clifton Heights was a strange town. Nothing obviously wrong with it. Not on the surface, anyway. Place was the same as any of the hundreds of towns I’d visited over the last twenty years. Homey little department and hardware stores, restaurants, and knick-knack shops. A town hall, three churches, the requisite small town diner and two high schools. A library, a lumber mill, and a little creek running past the town, with a bridge over it called Black Creek Bridge.
There was a modest lake—Clifton Lake—to the east, and folks referred to the hills as “the Heights.” The clean streets were patrolled often by Sheriff Baker and his deputies. He seemed a decent guy. Certainly not the stereotypical small-town crook, who ran his little kingdom with an iron fist. Trust me; I ran into plenty of that sort back in the day.
The students of Clifton Heights High were a bunch of hard-working go-getters, the kind which usually brought in droves of subscriptions. Right from the start I knew they would deliver.
The teachers and administrators were friendly and accommodating. The kick-off went well, the student body enthused, and everything was running five-by-five. Normally, I would’ve headed out to a bar (in the next town over, of course, always in the next town over), and settled for Ms. 40-Maybe-50. If she looked okay, of course, and if I’d had enough Jose Cuervo.
For some reason when I returned to my cabin at The Motor Lodge, I started to feel restless. I’m not sure why. Like I said, there was something off in Clifton Heights. It didn’t make sense at the time. It was quaint, homey, rustic but not a tourist trap. The people were friendly. The kids at the high school had been outgoing. The English teacher there—a Gavin Patchett—had taken me out to dinner at The Skylark. The meal had been everything you’d expect from a small town diner; heaping portions of great food. When I’d left The Skylark, I was full-bellied and content, maybe interested in a little company later.
On my way back to The Motor Lodge, I started feeling twitchy. Uneasy. As if I was being watched or something. Sounds crazy, I suppose. Anyway, even after showering and prepping for my night out, I still couldn’t settle down. My good mood had vanished. I no longer wanted to chat up an aging bar whore with a loose grin and glazed-over eyes. At the same time, I was far too restless for sleep.
So I found myself driving aimlessly around town.
Which was strange.
I’d never before had any desire to explore the town I was visiting. I usually checked into my motel the night before, maybe hit a bar one or two towns over, called it an early night so I could wake up fresh the next morning. The next day I’d wake up early, get myself organized, head to the school, and do my thing. After, I’d return to the motel, eat somewhere then head out to another bar a few towns over and maybe score some female company. The next morning, I’d be on my way to another gig.
I’d never bothered to see more of the towns I visited, so I didn’t understand why I was doing so that night. Maybe I was curious. You never know if something interesting might be lurking in a humble little town, right?
As I turned onto Asher Street, I pulled my rental up to the store at the end. It appeared to be the only one open. Handy’s Pawn and Thrift. That was interesting: a thrift store in a small town open at 8:30 at night, when everything else appeared closed.
At the time, I didn’t know why I’d stopped there. The joint caught my eye for some reason. Maybe there was something valuable inside, hiding in all the junk. Treasure among trash, y’know?
But something else was at work. I felt pulled there. By what, I had no idea at the time. Now I know, of course.
It was Fate.
I was meant to stop at Handy’s.
And nothing would ever be the same after.
 

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About Kevin Lucia: 

 

Kevin Lucia is the Reviews Editor for Cemetery Dance Magazine. His column Revelations is featured on Cemetery Dance Online. His short fiction has appeared in several anthologies, most recently with Neil Gaiman, Clive Barker, and Robert McCammon.

He’s currently finishing his Creative Writing Masters Degree at Binghamton University. He teaches high school English and lives in Castle Creek, New York with his family.

His first short story collection, Things Slip Through was published November 2013, followed by Devourer of Souls in June 2014 and Through a Mirror, Darkly, June 2015. His novella Mystery Road is forthcoming from Cemetery Dance Publications.

 

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