So I've probably mentioned a few times already that
- I usually read horror stories in the fall, and
- this year, I'm reading Bram Stoker's Dracula.
Not only is the story written in a strikingly Gothic way, but it's also freaking scary. I mean, I probably know what happens to Jonathan Harker since I've seen a ballet adaptation of the novel, but even if I do, I don't remember, and even if I did, there's a chance they took creative liberties with the ballet adaptation.
Ergo, I have no idea what happens to Jonathan Harker, and I'm afraid it'll be something bad.
On another note, it's interesting to read horror. I love horror movies, and you'd think that movies are a better medium for the genre, being able to deliver visual jump scares and all that good stuff.
Then again, I used to read a lot of Poe and Kafka in my teens, and they write some pretty impressive horror, so I shouldn't be surprised that literature can deliver a good chill down the spine as well.
Not to mention that I have, as previously declared, been reading horror in the fall for a few years now, having enjoyed such excellent pieces as Frankenstein, The Call of Cthulhu, and The Phantom of the Opera.
Speaking of Cthulhu, I think most illustrations get it wrong. I don't remember exactly how Lovecraft describes it in the story, but I like to think that arms and legs make it less frightening, and it should only have a gigantic skull with tentacles.
We're getting sidetracked again.
The point is that horror literature is great, I love it, I enjoy reading it, even though it gives me the chills to imagine Dracula crawling out of his window and down the gorge face down.
