Featuring performances by Haley Joel Osment (Entourage, The Sixth Sense), Tatiana Maslany (Orphan Black), Kate Mulgrew (Orange Is the New Black, Star Trek: Voyager), Joe Hill, Gabriel Rodriguez, and Stephen King (The Stand, 11-22-63), as well as a cast of more than 50 voice actors, this audio production preserves the heart-stopping impact of the graphic novel's astounding artwork through the use of richly imagined sound design and a powerful original score....more
Of all of the gothic horror graphic novel fairy tales in this collection, Carroll's unnerving take on Bluebeard 'A Lady's Hands Are Cold' blew me awayOf all of the gothic horror graphic novel fairy tales in this collection, Carroll's unnerving take on Bluebeard 'A Lady's Hands Are Cold' blew me away. It's the most complete and satisfying of the bunch. Gorgeous, vivid illustrations and lyrical yet elegantly simple prose. And the goriest story of them all while the others thrive mostly on what you cannot see.
There was a girl & there was a man And there was the girl's father who said, "you will marry this man."
After moving into her former widower husband's home, this new bride hears a haunting song at night.
I married my love in the springtime, But by summer he'd locked me away. He'd murdered me dead by the autumn, & by winter I was naught but decay. It's cold where I am and so lonely, but in loneliness I will remain, unloved, unhinged, & forgotten, until I am whole once again.
After hearing it repeatedly and gaining no acknowledgement or explanation from the servants, our new bride sends them away and takes a hatchet to the many walls and floors of her opulent home. Body parts are what she finds, of the female variety.
Your hands ... are so warm... & your soft skin so fair... Did you know, little one, that is my necklace you wear? & my bed that you sleep in? My mansion? My lands? I gave my love everything... AND HE CUT OFF MY HANDS. Do you think he loves you now? Think you've usurped my role? When I've torn you to pieces, girl, then I'll be whole.
The opening Introduction sets the scene by showing how a little girl's reading at bedtime had creeped her out, making her scared of what's hiding in the dark leading to difficulty sleeping.
Our Neighbour's House. Three sisters are left alone in the house after their father doesn't return home from hunting. In the event that should happen they were instructed to pack a few items and travel to their neighbour's home. The eldest doesn't wish to leave, so they stay. She says a man had visited her in the night yet there was no evidence of that in the snow and no knock was heard. In the morning she was gone. The same happened with the littlest sister. Middle Sister decides it's time to obey her father's last wish: travel to the neighbour's house, where she meets the very same man her sister's spoke of, except the tale ends with:
My sisters were wrong about one thing: while the brim of his hat is very wide, and while he does smile (indeed, it looks impossible for him to do anything else), it is obvious, just at a glance, HE IS NO MAN.
His Face All Red. A cowardly little brother is jealous of his sociable and popular older brother. Coward murders Popular after the hunt for the wolf plaguing the village ends in Popular slaying it. Coward pretends the wolf plaguing his village had killed Popular and takes the credit for taking the wolf's life. Coward then gains the praise he's always craved as well as all of his brother's property. Until Popular walks in alive and well. Tell-Tale Heart style guilt and panic leads to Coward going to check his brother's body. It's still there. Still dead. Who and what is the identical imposter?
My Friend Janna. A Regency period tale of two friends, one of whom does readings for fun, pretending to talk to the dead while the other makes scratching noises and other sounds for dramatic effect, exploiting people's grief and misery. Until one day Janna is haunted for real to the point of insanity while Sound Effects friend really can see ghosts.
The Nesting Place. Classic horror movie fare. Set in the 1920s. Cars are around but the female fashion is loose-fitting shapeless attire.
But the worst kind of monster was the BURROWING KIND. That sort that crawled into you and mad home there. The sort you couldn't name, that sort you couldn't see. The monster that ate you alive from the inside out.
Bell is picked up from boarding school by her much older brother. He takes her to meet his soon-to-be wife Rebecca for the first time. Bell hates her on first sight. She's far too nice and accommodating. Rebecca disappeared for a while as a child and came back changed. Red worms can now come out of her eyes, nose and mouth. She's a mother protecting her monstrous babies who need new hosts. Bell tries to scare her into isolation with the fear of discovery and experimentation if she should travel into the city. Bell and her brother go alone and during the trip she learns he's infested too.
In Conclusion.'There once was a young girl... who lived at the edge of a deep, dense forest.' Little Red Riding Hood having to be lucky to avoid the wolf every time she travels through the woods whereas the wolf only has to get lucky once. Eep. It reminded me of The 10th Kingdom.
AlthoughThrough the Woods tickled me a bit with its dark, lyrical and mysterious tales, my reaction after finishing a couple of the stories was 'I don't get it. Is that it?' An incomplete feeling left me thinking those tales were forgettable throw-aways. My favourites were the ones with slow building tension to a gory ending; A Lady's Hands Are Cold followed by His Face All Red and the Conclusion....more
Metzengerstein is Poe’s first published short story, and it was not good. Seven pages of confusing, and almost nonsensical, Hatfields and McCoys tale of two feuding families.
Why give it two stars instead of one? Wikipedia. Yeah, I shouldn’t have to resort to another source in order to understand the story, but I identified the important pieces but didn’t know how to put them together. Once I did, it all made sense.
Vengeance was had on the young head of the Metzengerstein by a manifestation of the dead Berlifitzing patriarch in the form of a demonic horse, who had previously resided (and moved) inside a tapestry. That kind of reminded me of the film adaption of Roald Dahl's The Witches with girl living inside the painting.
Anyway, had this story been written more clearly, it would've been an awesome Halloween read. I loved the imagery of the horse's gothic triumph at the end.
This is some fucked up shit. Misogynistic and necrophilic fucked up shit. With illustrations. My inner feminist is vibrating with rage and is drawingThis is some fucked up shit. Misogynistic and necrophilic fucked up shit. With illustrations. My inner feminist is vibrating with rage and is drawing disturbing comparisons with serial killer Elliot Rodger.
The meathouse is a whorehouse whose 'whores' are dead women, most of whom are former criminals and debtors although some have been kidnapped and killed precisely to be commodified by transforming them into brainless undead prostitutes. Outside of the meathouses, corpses are used as workers directed by handlers (read: puppeteers), similar to what The People do with vampires in Ilona Andrews's Kate Daniels series. The entertainment industry is dominated by corpse fights like the gladiators of old, their handlers manipulating them like 3-D real world video game characters.
Greg succumbs to peer pressure by patronising a meathouse where he falls in love with a coprse-whore and thus begins an obsession. The explicit artwork of this graphic novel makes it all the sicker. Necrophilic rape porn imagery is not something I want to see. And the illustrations aren't even good - it's quite grotesque actually, although that may be intentional.
Anyway, Greg decides he deserves better than an undead woman and proceeds to wait for a living, breathing woman. He meets one, he falls in love and she rejects him. He moves to another planet, meets a woman, falls in love, they're happy for a time, then she dumps him for his best friend. From here on out he hates women. Love is a cruel lie. He turns to the occupation he once shunned: gladiator-corpse handler. Turns out he's excellent at bloodily dismantling his opponents from the comfort of his 'throne' as the crowds cheer him on.
I know George R.R. Martin is a man who loves to write controversial storylines. A Song of Fire and Ice gets a pass in my eyes due to historical and cultural accuracy. Meathouse Man, on the other hand, is set in the distant future when man has colonized multiple planets. One would hope such pervasive and socially acceptable misogyny and disrespect for the dead would be but a distant memory by this time.
I'm shocked and disappointed that this is a 2014 Hugo Award Best Graphic Novel Nominee.
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"It has a spell put on it by an old fakir," said the sergeant-major, "a very holy man. He wanted to show that fate ruled people's lives, and that tho
"It has a spell put on it by an old fakir," said the sergeant-major, "a very holy man. He wanted to show that fate ruled people's lives, and that those who interfered with it did so to their sorrow. He put a spell on it so that three separate men could each have three wishes from it."
A fascinating classic horror story that has definitely withstood the test of time. I don't usually enjoy short stories but it seems Jacobs knew his craft because he didn't leave us wanting.
The Simpsons "Treehouse of Horror" Halloween specials introduced me to the tale of The Monkey's Paw. That interpretation certainly carried the essence of Jacob's 'be careful what you wish for' message.
"Why we're going to be rich, and famous and happy."
Famous last words.
"Hold it up in your right hand and wish aloud," said the sergeant-major, "but I warn you of the consequences." "Sounds like the Arabian Nights."
Buffy's "Forever" episode was probably influenced by Jacob's chilling tale. When Dawn resurrects their recently dead mother, there's a knock at the door. As Buffy rushes to greet their mother Dawn realises that what's at the door could never be the maternal figure they once knew. It would be a monster. Something they'd never want to tarnish their mother's memory, so Dawn breaks the spell just as the father does to prevent his wife from opening the door to their dead son's walking corpse.
"It's my boy; it's Herbert!" she cried, struggling mechanically. "I forgot it was two miles away. What are you holding me for? Let go, I must open the door."
"For God's sake don't let it in," cried the old man, trembling.
"You're afraid of your own son," she cried, struggling. "Let me go. I'm coming, Herbert; I'm coming."
If I had three wishes, what would I wish for? Any wish would have to be exceptionally detailed and specific. As in airtight contractual lawyer-speak specific. Selfish wishes are better. Global scale wishes are harder to pin down and there are more likely to be unforeseen, catastrophic consequences with this wild and unpredictable magic.