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| ISBN-13: | 9781782798880 |
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| Publisher: | Hunt, John Publishing |
| Publication date: | 04/24/2015 |
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| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 219 |
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Tentacles Longer than Night
[Horror of Philosophy, vol. 3]
By Eugene Thacker
John Hunt Publishing Ltd.
Copyright © 2014 Eugene ThackerAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-78279-889-7
CHAPTER 1
Tentacles Longer Than Night
The Vast and Seething Cosmos (Poe, Lovecraft). In 1843, Edgar Allan Poe published his short story "The Black Cat." It opens with the following passage:
For the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief. Mad indeed would I be to expect it, in a case where my very senses reject their own evidence. Yet, mad am I not – and very surely do I not dream. But to-morrow I die, and to-day I would unburthen my soul. My immediate purpose is to place before the world, plainly, succinctly, and without comment, a series of mere household events. In their consequences, these events have terrified – have tortured – have destroyed me. Yet I will not attempt to expound them. To me, they have presented little but Horror – to many they will seem less terrible than baroques. Hereafter, perhaps, some intellect may be found which will reduce my phantasm to the common-place – some intellect more calm, more logical, and far less excitable than my own, which will perceive, in the circumstances I detail with awe, nothing more than an ordinary succession of very natural causes and effects.
An opening that is, perhaps, unparalleled in horror literature. Poe prepares us to expect something incredible, but without giving us any particular clue as to what that will be. Regardless of what follows, we as readers are primed to experience something indefinite, something the narrator does not – or cannot – define in any concrete way. All that we know from this opening is that what the narrator has witnessed seems to defy all rational explanation. The narrator even questions himself – was it a dream, a drunken hallucination, insanity itself? This self-interrogation(before the narrative has even begun) raises the stakes of the story. Whatever abstract horror has happened, it cannot be explained by the narrator. And yet, it must be explained, there must be an explanation. The narrator is so committed to this notion that he is willing to question his own sanity so that the "Horror" can be explained. And, the narrator continues, if I can't explain it then there must be someone else who can. In lieu of this, he can only hope that someone else (doubtless we, the "dear readers") will come along and provide an explanation, some explanation, any explanation.
What cannot be accepted is that something happened for no reason. But this event is not just an everyday event. It has the character of being out-of-place, of not fitting into our everyday or even scientific modes of explaining the world. It threatens the order of things produced by we human beings, living human lives in a human world largely (we presume) of our own making. That something, that event, might threaten this order of things, and that it would happen for no reason – this is, for the narrator of "The Black Cat," the real horror. It is a thought that cannot be accepted, without either abandoning reason and descending into the abyss of madness or making the leap of faith into religion and mysticism. It is as if, before Poe's story has even begun, the horror tale itself is in a state of crisis, the narrator nearly having a break-down before us, only able to communicate himself in vague terms and uncertain utterances.
The story does go on, however. And through the narrator's point of view, we encounter a string of events that involves depression, alcoholism, a fire, a tavern, a noose, strange portents, the cellar of a house, murder, inhuman wailing, and two black cats, which may or may not be the same cat reincarnated. "The Black Cat" gives us a classic example of an unreliable narrator, who suggests strange events that may be supernatural, but which are, at the same time, undercut by the narrator's mental instability. Was that shadowy burn-mark on the wall really an image of the deceased cat, or was our unreliable narrator just "seeing things"? Is the white patch on the black cat's chest changing shape and forming the image of a gallows, or has the narrator had too much to drink? These and other conundrums produce the kind of suspenseful frisson for which Poe is well known. And the wavering of the story, between "it's all in his head" and "it really happened" is also a hallmark not only of Poe's work, but of the entire tradition of supernatural horror.
So much is this a cornerstone of supernatural horror that, almost a century later, H.P. Lovecraft could open his story "The Shadow Out of Time" with the following:
After twenty-two years of nightmare and terror, saved only by a desperate conviction of the mythical source of certain impressions, I am unwilling to vouch for the truth of that which I think I found in Western Australia on the night of July 17-18, 1935. There is reason to hope that my experience was wholly or partly a hallucination – for which, indeed, abundant causes existed. And yet, its realism was so hideous that I sometimes find hope impossible. If the thing did happen, then man must be prepared to accept notions of the cosmos, and of his own place in the seething vortex of time, whose merest mention is paralysing. He must, too, be placed on guard against a specific lurking peril which, though it will never engulf the whole race, may impose monstrous and unguessable horrors upon certain venturesome members of it. It is for this latter reason that I urge, with all the force of my being, a final abandonment of all attempts at unearthing those fragments of unknown, primordial masonry which my expedition set out to investigate.
Lovecraft's narrator expresses much of the same disbelief and commitment to explanation that Poe's narrator does. But Lovecraft does give us more details. The narrator of "The Shadow Out of Time" is one Nathaniel Wingate Peaslee, Professor of Political Economy at Miskatonic University and resident of Arkham, Massachusetts. We are also given concrete references to a date ("July 17-18, 1935"), a place ("Western Australia"), and, it seems, an object of the horror ("unknown, primordial masonry"). And yet we know nothing more than we did with "The Black Cat." Peaslee's narrative is just as confused, uncertain, and delirious as that of the narrator of "The Black Cat." Like the latter, Peaslee also questions himself, more than willing to attribute what he witnessed to hallucination or even insanity.
And yet, what is more terrifying that insanity is the possibility that "it" really happened. This is a crucial twist in both Poe's and Lovecraft's stories – what is horrific is not that one is insane, but that one is not insane. At least if one is insane, the strange, terrifying "it" can be explained in terms of madness, delirium, melan-cholia, or in terms of clinical psychopathology. But other option is, for Peaslee, unacceptable: "If the thing did happen, then man must be prepared to accept notions of the cosmos, and of his own place in the seething vortex of time, whose merest mention is paralysing." The stakes are, perhaps, even higher than they were with "The Black Cat," for here Lovecraft situates human beings and human knowledge within the vast, "seething vortex of time" and the anonymous, "lurking peril" that portends only "monstrous, unguessable horrors" for the human race.
The dilemma for Peaslee (again, before the story has even begun) is this: either I stick to what I know, and forcibly reduce everything to illusion (madness, drugs, temporary insanity, whatever), or I accept what is real, but then because this is so alien to what I know, then I really know nothing at all. This notion – that I cannot accept what is real – is the core of this type of story that Lovecraft himself referred to as "supernatural horror." As with "The Black Cat," the result is a threat, one that promises to destabilize our most basic presuppositions about theworld (especially the world for us as human beings), but it is also a threat that is unspecific (though "cosmic"). In "The Shadow Out of Time" horror is not just the horror of fear or of a physical threat, but an indefinite horror. Language falters, as does thought.
This is all in that opening paragraph. But "The Shadow Out of Time" also goes on. In the process we are witness to other, menacing dimensions, ancient archaeological findings, telepathic possessions, and fleshy geometries so ancient they are alien, all of it undermined by Peaslee's own incredulity towards the reality that he cannot accept. Again, the horror of philosophy. In this sense stories like "The Black Cat" and "The Shadow Out of Time" sit squarely between those stories that do have rational explanations (for instance, mesmerism in "The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar" or the fourth dimension in "The Dreams in the Witch House"), and those that appear to verify the supernatural (for instance, resurrection in "Morella" and "The Outsider"). As different as they are, Poe's tales and those of Lovecraft deal in some way with what is essentially a philosophical problematic, well-known to students of Aristotelian logic – that everything that happens has a reason for happening, and can thus be explained. This "principle of sufficient reason" not only grounds philosophical inquiry, but some of the basic principles of story-telling as well, especially in those genres – such as horror – where what is often at stake is the verification of something strange actually existing.
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Horror of Philosophy. It's all in your head. It really happened. These mutually exclusive statements mark out the terrain of the horror genre. And yet, everything interesting happens in the middle, in the wavering between these two poles – a familiar reality that is untenable, and an acknowledged reality that is impossible. The literary critic Tzvetan Todorov calls this ambiguous zone "the fantastic," in his seminal work of same name. Discussing Jacques Cazotte's 18-century occult tale Le Diable amoureux, Todorov provides a definition of the fantastic:
In a world which is indeed our world, the one we know, a world without devils, sylphides, or vampires, there occurs an event which cannot be explained by the laws of this same familiar world. The person who experiences the event must opt for one of two possible solutions: either he is the victim of an illusion of the senses, of a product of the imagination – and laws of the world then remain what they are; or else the event has indeed taken place, it is an integral part of reality – but then this reality is controlled by laws unknown to us.
While Todorov is primarily concerned with analyzing the fantastic as a literary genre, we should also note the philosophical questions that the fantastic raises: the presumption of a consensual reality in which a set of natural laws govern the working of the world, the question of the reliability of the senses, the unstable relationships between the faculties of the imagination and reason, and the discrepancy between our everyday understanding of the world and the often obscure and counter-intuitive descriptions provided by philosophy and the sciences. The fork in the road is not simply between something existing or not existing, it is a wavering between two types of radical uncertainty: either demons do not exist, but then my own senses are unreliable, or demons do exist, but then the world is not as I thought it was. With the fantastic – as with the horror genre itself – one is caught between two abysses, neither of which are comforting or particularly reassuring. Either I do not know the world, or I do not know myself.
Given the degree of self-reflexivity in genre horror today, we are, most likely, well aware of the various ruses through which the fantastic is introduced. Contemporary films such as Cabin in the Woods (2012) self-consciously play upon genre conventions as well as on our expectations as viewers. If a character sees something supernatural we immediately question them: was it a dream, are they on drugs, are they insane, or is it simply a bit of visual trickery? We are also aware of how quickly an apparently supernatural event in a horror story – such as the actual existence of vampires or zombies – gets recuperated into the understanding of how the world works, thereby becoming quite unexceptional and normal – even banal. Biology, genetics, epidemiology, and a host of other explanatory models are employed in providing rational explanations for vampiric bloodlust or the resurrection of zombie flesh. Either way, the hesitation before the fork in the road is quickly resolved. Only in that brief moment of absolute uncertainty – when both options seems equally plausible and implausible, when neither thought can be accepted or rejected, when everything can be explained and nothing can be explained – only in that moment do we really have this horror of philosophy, this questioning of the principle of sufficient reason. It is for this reason that Todorov qualifies his definition by stating that the "fantastic occupies the duration of this uncertainty."
This uncertainty lasts but a moment; the dilemma it presents to us is between two mutually exclusive, though equally plausible options. Rare are the works of horror that can sustain the fantastic for their entirety. An exception is the well-known Twilight Zone episode "Nightmare at 20,000 Feet," which aired in 1963. Based on a short story by Richard Matheson of the same title, it is a study in the fantastic, and manages to sustain that uncertainty up until its end. The episode centers on the character of Robert Wilson (played by the inimitable William Shatner), a very normal, middle-aged businessman and husband, who is returning home from the hospital after a mental breakdown. "Bob" (as he is referred to in the episode), along with his wife Julia, are boarding an airplane as the episode begins. In the austerity that has become a hallmark of the original Twilight Zone episodes, the entirety of the episode takes place within this airplane. Pensive and nervous, Bob is continually reassuring himself that he is cured, and that everything will be alright. Thus, before anything strange has even happened, we have been primed to "explain" anything unusual in light of Bob's mental illness. En route, the airplane enters a storm. Unable to sleep, Bob glances out the window. Unsure of what he sees, he looks closer, and we as viewers see what he sees: a strange, grotesque creature outside, hunched over the wing. Director Richard Donner uses juxtapositions of shot and reverse-shot to let us "see" through Bob's eyes, while also judging him with suspicion, knowing what we do of his mental illness. Through a series of tension-filled events, Bob becomes convinced (as perhaps we do as viewers) that there is a strange creature on the wing of the plane. To our frustration, however, Bob fails to convince his wife or the flight engineer – each time he attempts to draw their attention to it, the creature vanishes. We, along with Bob, are deprived of the sole verification of the actual existence of the creature – that others witness it as well, and that it is not merely the product of an over-active imagination.
And yet, while we may attribute the creature to Bob's mental illness (as Julia and the flight engineer do), we as viewers also see the creature. We are the "others" that bear witness to the fantastic event, though we are not, of course within the story world. This play between the "uncanny" (Bob is hallucinating) and the "marvelous" (the actual existence of the creature) continues throughout the episode. Things become even more tense when Bob sees that the creature is pulling apart the wing of the airplane. In a climactic scene Bob takes matters into his own hands, attempting to kill the creature, opening the emergency escape hatch and forcing the plane down. Exhausted, delirious, and bound to a stretcher, Bob is taken out of the plane to an ambulance (interestingly, the director uses a point-of-view shot here, as we look up and see a policeman looking down at us). As the camera zooms out from the airplane, a final shot reveals something strange, which forces us to accept Bob's claims as true. This apparently objective evidence of a "something" out there returns us again to the fantastic, caught between the uncanny and the marvelous.
Contemporary works of horror have taken up techniques for sustaining the fantastic that we see in authors like Matheson. An example is the film A Tale of Two Sisters (2003), made by South Korean director Ji-woon Kim. The film is loosely based on a well-known Korean folktale, "Janghwa, Hongryeon," which tells the story of two sisters, Janghwa ("Rose Flower") and Hongryeon ("Red Lotus"), the death of their mother, an evil stepmother's plotting, the strange murders of the sisters, and their return as ghosts that haunt their family and the town in which they live. Kim's film introduces us to the teenage sisters – Su-Mi and Su-Yeon – who are spending a vacation in a remote lakeside house with their father and stepmother. Eventually the family dynamics are revealed – the morose, passive father, the manipulative stepmother, and the sisters, one of them rebellious (Su-Mi) and the other timid (Su-Yeon). But, like "Nightmare at 20,000 Feet," the film opens in a sanitarium, as Su-Mi, slumped over a chair in white gown and long black hair, is being gently questioned by a doctor. Here again we are primed to suspect everything we see in terms of mental illness. Throughout the film – most of which takes place in the house – we witness the family drama between the sisters and their stepmother. Su-Mi has a series of disturbing dreams concerning her birth mother which blur the line between dream and reality.
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Table of Contents
1 Tentacles Longer Than Night 1
The Vast and Seething Cosmos (Poe, Lovecraft)
Horror of Philosophy
On Supernatural Horror (A Personal History)
I Can't Believe What I See, I Can't See What I Believe
2 Meditations on the Demonic 21
On Hell (Dante's Inferno)
Digression on Hell
Dead Tropes, Resurrected Bodies
As Above, So Below
Corruptible Bodies
Only That Which Falls Can Rise Again
Necrologies
Variations on Hell
Argento's Inferno
Disastrous Life
3 Meditations on the Gothic 64
Book of Beasts (Lautréamont's Maldoror)
Tooth and Claw, Flesh and Blood
The Bliss of Metamorphosis
I Carry Around a Cadaver
Against Literature, Against Life
Eaten Alive or Buried Alive
Dreams of the Cephalophore
Long Hair of Death
Floating Abattoir
Molten Media
4 Meditations on the Weird 110
Frozen Thought (Blackwood, Lovecraft)
The Logic of the Supernatural
Neither Fear nor Thought
Neither Life nor Death
Black Illumination
In Praise of Shadows
Black Matheme
Naturhorror
An Exegesis on Tentacles
We Are Not From Here (Ligotti)
Monastery Horror
5 As If… 169
As If
The Wandering Philosopher
Dethroned
Phantasms (III)
Horror Religiosus
A Once-Living Shadow
Phantasms (IV)
The World Becomes a Phantom
Spectral Suicide
An Argument for the Categorical Imperative
Hymn to Horror
Unholy Matter
Qualitas Occulta
Phantasms (V)
Notes 186