I’ve recently been made aware of the concept of working in smaller chunks of time or in small chunks of project with little rewards at the end of small chunks. This is meant to ease that feeling of becoming overwhelmed and counter-productively not finishing anything. It is a bit of difficult task with it being much easier said than done (next personal struggle to tackle is the fact that not everything has to be perfect the first time around).
But anywho, I ordered Emily Carroll’s newest graphic novel When I Arrived at the Castle as a little treat for myself while finishing up this extended project that I have been the one unhappily extending.
Description via Goodreads:
Like many before her that have never come back, she’s made it to the Countess’ castle determined to snuff out the horror, but she could never be prepared for what hides within its turrets; what unfurls under its fluttering flags. Emily Carroll has fashioned a rich gothic horror charged with eroticism that doesn’t just make your skin crawl, it crawls into it.
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Last week included a visited to the Vault Festival to experience the twenty minute uncanny audio experience SÉANCE. I recommend for those in London or looking to visit in the next few weeks. It is an interesting audio immersion art experiment for all those who dig the Gothic, suspense, eerie and the premise of Victorian spiritualism.
As the founding editor of the literary magazine, The Wild Hunt, I’m super excited for our first theme issue: What Is On the Very Edge of the Wood? Once you’re done carving pumpkins and filling up on too many sweets, send us your fiction! The deadline is the 1st of November 2018. Anything spooky, weird, Gothic, dark, etc. is welcome as long as it interprets the theme to some degree. If you have questions, feel free to drop me a note in the comments.
More info here.
Only today did I hear of the term “Tasmanian Gothic” to describe the blend of European Gothic traditions with the wild and remote island of Tasmanian. How I have lived my life not realizing this?!
While reading the Wikipedia page, I saw that I have already encountered a few of these works, but never knew of their own distinction. Hopefully, some free time this weekend will allow me to explore more of this and update my notes.
I must admit that I didn’t hear of this television adaptation till I received the Netflix recommendation newsletter on Friday. When I got home–with the English nights wrapping the sky sooner rather than later–I eagerly watched the first two episodes.
As a lover of both Shirley Jackson and The Haunting of Hill House, I was over the moon. The adaptation’s plot strays from the original text, but, so far, I’m digging it. It actually has scared me on a number of occasions.
Although, the weather has warmed up, I think wispy Autumn should return soon. Perfect ambience for such Gothic horror.
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A new find for Viy, a nineteenth century horror novella by Nikolai Gogol. I first came across this story many moons ago in the form of the 1967 Soviet film adaption, which I highly recommend. However, this drawing is far creepier than the film (even if the creature’s eyes look a bit like two slinkies).