This Shiz is OG Scary

You guys. For real? So, I’m about half way through Dracula, and I felt like I just needed to get a few things off my chest (not to mention Mark will be home soon, and I needed something to help me transition from the book to the fish I have to go cook for dinner. How blogging helps me do that, I’m not sure, but it does help). Let us do this in list form, shall we?

  1. I LOVE ABRAHAM VAN HELSING. Sure, his crazy dialectical word inversions are making my eyes go all cross-eyed and loopy, but I just love him so much! He’s such a believer at heart, and we all know that if it weren’t for him, thing with Dracula would have been a lot worse than they actually were. He’s so nice to Mina! And he’s all, like, ‘I’m gruff and have no friends and eyebrows like Peter Gallagher, but all of you English people are so nice and all named Jonathan, so I believe I shall be your friend!”
  2. So, Lucy. She’s sick. Then she’s better. Then she’s sick again. And it’s great and scary and all (also clearly the work of a vampire) but really it’s more just monotonous repetition of “oh, I shan’t sleepwalk” “dear diary: oops, I sleepwalked” with every now and then a cool, creepy thing happening.
  3. Speaking of creepy cool things happening: I think that, without a doubt, my favorite part of the book so far (I’m sitting at page 235 out of some 440-ish) is the beginning of the novel, Jonathan Harker’s journal. The one he writes while he’s staying with the Count. Without a doubt, these first fifty-whatever pages are the SCARIEST shiz in the whole book. Stoker does such a great job (throughout the whole novel, but especially here) of creating this slowly encroaching feeling of madness. Each of his characters seems to go through the process of excusing little thing after little thing as simple aberrations or just simply oddities without explanation. And then BAM. They’re stuck in a nightmare they didn’t realize was coming. I’m thinking especially about how Stoker seems to constantly want his characters to blur the lines between dreams and reality, and the passing of time and the inverted behaviors associated with day and night all serve to create a kind of topsy-turvey world – similar, I imagine, to how the characters must feel when all this crazy business is happening.
  4. Honestly? Diaries? And letters? And journals? It’s great to have the first person narrations and all – and it’s kind of nice to mix it up with those newspaper clippings every now and then, but really, for me, it’s just too much ‘ephemera’. I’m a little glad books got further and further away from the epistolary style. If I have to hear one more character go “I swear, this is a verbatim conversation, I have a great memory. And if it’s not…my bad” I’m going to be slaphappy
  5. Reading this book this time of year is, of course, absolutely perfect. Today was bright and cold and I sat outside on my ghetto porch rocking chair with my giant buggy Mary Kate Olsen sunglasses and…do you know that fall has a smell? And I don’t mean, like, cinnamon and pumpkin and charcoal, although those smells are all equally awesome. I mean fall itself. The season. It’s on the air, and I don’t know how to describe it – a million bucks to the person who does. But the air was full of that smell today, and while it didn’t necessarily create the creepiest atmosphere for reading, it was still pretty bad-ass. Truthsies.

And there you have it. Blathering away on classic horror and great air smells. How’s your reading going?

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