Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Scary Shit

After my recent experience with horror, I was feeling quite cocky at Central last week, as I jauntily plucked the H.P. Lovecraft anthology The Horror in the Museum from a display of recommended books. Last night, I read the title story. It scared me so badly that I made my boyfriend go to bed at the same time as I did. I almost don't even want the book in the house anymore!

I wish I could offer some sort of analytical perspective of this story. Maybe talk about the reasons why I think it has the power to frighten despite not being a very good story in a lot of ways (stilted dialogue, flat characters, the main character's disbelief in the nature of his friend's wax museum sustained past the point of logic to become comical), but I can't. The story was just so creepy that I don't really want to think about it anymore. I have started the infinitely safer Malory instead.

3 comments:

Stella Devine said...

I used to read those teen horror books and watch scary movies. Finally I realized I hated them. They terrified me. I watched Scream and I came out in a rash on my forearms, I was so frightened. I don't need to do that to myself.

Stella Devine said...

Hey Library Diva! Just thought I would introduce you to another blogger I read, http://www.stereotypicalsinglewoman.com/blog

She's a librarian over in Detroit and I thought you might be interested to read her posts.

Cheers,
Stella

mean said...

Glad you stopped by to comment - reminded me to come back and comment on this post (it took me a few days to track your site down again, I was careless and didn't bookmark it the the first time.

I put this book on my wishlist.

My googleID has been acting funny, so I hope it shows up properly as meanlouise...here goes...

cheers
rebecca