As most of you may know, Echoes and Appetites are being considered Horror novels. I suppose there is some truth to that but I’m actually struggling with that concept. In fact I struggle to categorize Echoes period.
Appetites is, on the surface at least, a more traditional horror. It is not as cerebral as Echoes. As. It is a down and dirty werewolf story BUT it is deeper than the fur and claws and at its savage heart is a story about need and that fine balance between good and socially acceptable good.
Here’s the rub. There is a debate amongst horror writers as to what is horror exactly. I’ve said before it is a more complex genre than it is given credit for. Ultimately it’s different things to different writers. Kinda like your worst nightmare is not the same as someone else’s. Horror is what you read into it.
At it’s heart, I feel that Echoes is a love story. Well, ok, a love story per se. I thought that Frankenstein was a social commentary at its heart. Quite honestly, it’s the emotions that drive my stories. Ya, ya, yuk it up. A man can write about emotions. Ok, seriously, stop laughing.
No, I won’t be writing Romance novels in the forseeable future. I’ll leave that to more capable hands than mine. Nor will I be writing teen angst, supernatural or not. That’s my friends Noelle, Sue, Dawn and Stephanie’s stomping ground and they are more than capable.
What’s that you say? The characters from Echoes are young adults? Damn, you caught me. Ok, here’s the thing, it’s about unrequited love wrapped up in a Frankenstein type guise BUT instead of the monsters becoming all mushy caricatures, the monsters in my Echoes are truly monsters.
That said, I still struggle with the label, Horror. Not because it’s a bad thing, more like pulling a pair of jeans from the closet you’ve forgotten about, they just don’t quite fit. They are the right shape; two leg holes, a waist, pockets and such; but the button is a little too far from the button-hole to be comfortable.
Sure there are corpses whose flesh peels off in a gust of wind. There is a ghost with a dark history and there is a vampire… or is there. THAT is the true essence of Echoes. Do you trust the narrator.
Are you comfortable peering into the dark corners of the human psyche? Are you afraid to find familiarity there? Some echo of yourself…