The Literature of Love… Scary Love

(c) Prawny

(c) Prawny

Muses, I want to share with you my love inspired reading list. There is no better day to share this list than on Valentine’s Day. Ah, when romance is in the air, I get this dizzy-tingly sensation in my head and a flutter in my stomach… a response also known as nausea.

What, did you think I was actually going to share a list of my favorite Romance stories? You did!? Oh, sweet muffins… NO! (*elbows Chris in the ribs* “Stop laughing!”) The list that I am sharing today is of love inspired horror stories. Nothing says “I Love You” more than a sharp object through the heart.

In all seriousness, authors who are able to combine these two distinct and contrasting genres within one story are able to weave a tale that leaves readers completely out of touch with their emotions. The ratio of fear and love must be balanced to elicit a sense of uncertainty on whether one is to feel a sense of romance or terror.

Love camouflages itself with a sparkly, warm exterior. However, underneath its disguise, love is a dark, murky beast that lures in those naive and unaware. When you let your guard down and invite love in, the one you open yourself up to holds your beating heart in his or her hands. The organ, which is sparking your life, is to be treated with a tender touch. Yet, humans are not gentle creatures by nature. Uncaring emotions always surface and your delicate heart is easily crushed by the fingers of the one you trusted with every ounce of your being.

Love is patient. Love is observant. Love waits for the perfect time to strike. Love turns into the most horrific of monsters. Love will break you…

On this day that celebrates romance, read something that will make your heart race from both tenderness and terror. Read a story that exploits the unmerciful nature of love:

1. Lovely, Dark, Deep by Joyce Carol Oates
2. Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte
3. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
4. Dracula by Bram Stoker
5. Frankenstein by Mary Shelly
6. Demon Lover by Elizabeth Bowen
7. Northanger Abby by Jane Austen
8. The Oval Portrait by Edgar Allen Poe
9. The Mask by Robert Chambers

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Do you have a favorite story that combines the romance and horror genre? Comment below.


To Read and Write About Love

I’ve been thinking for several days about writing a love story, about writing the love story. The only one in my head, that is. It’s a bit complicated to explain, and though possibly random incoherence isn’t the best for an article on this site, what got me started on this train of thought, ultimately, was Margaret Atwood’s book, The Blind Assassin.

This book had me thinking about it for days. Literally days. The moment I finished it, I felt that odd suffocating feeling I get when I finish reading something so incredibly powerful and resonant; I ended up driving around in my car for over an hour just to process it.

Love was a theme, among others. But it was grittier than that. Real, harsh, however you’d like to describe it. It was that long-lived but short-going kind of love. The kind you don’t want to end, but you know it will, because it is simply in its nature.  It was in the background but it moved the story, within a story, within a story. Atwood wove a tapestry with this book. I can’t really describe it. I won’t try.

I like reading about love, if it feels real. If it’s a rough sandstone or a cracked vase. If it’s crumbling but still clinging. If it’s holding despite the pain. I can connect much better with that perspective than with happily-ever-after. Don’t get me wrong. Happily-ever-after has its time and place, even for me, but sometimes I feel like chasing it mocks the reality we all inevitably face, at some point, because of love.

So how do these writers do it, then? Write a love story that seems to matter? How do they make it look so effortless? And I’m not talking about genre, really, not in the sense of romances or the like. I’m talking about the human experience that rises from a truly good novel, a story that can carry love as one of its themes without letting it fully take the stage. A story that can keep it in the background even as it drives the novel; a story that can leave it without words or rendering but still carry it as its core.

In The Blind Assassin, love seemed so far away all of the time, but it was right there, in the words: in the pain and memories of the characters, in their acceptances and their failures. It’s those little things that I pick out of the novels and continue to carry with me, brief snippets of words and images and story that haunt me because they can hit so close to home.

I can only hope that one day I could be so good as to write a novel half as thought-provoking as The Blind Assassin. And I can only hope that one day I’ll be brave enough to write about love.

The article below summarizes exactly how I felt about The Blind Assassin. If you’re interested in the book, I suggest you give it a read.