Rating out of 5:
Before I begin my review of Disney’s Moana, I have to provide a quick personal disclaimer: I’d be incapable of not liking a film sharing my mom’s name (grandma did Anthropology grad work in Tahiti) and staring a gutsy, water-savvy girl who grew up on an island in the Pacific (I did too, though it was rather colder). With that in mind, proceed to the regularly scheduled feel good family story and anthropomorphized sea life.
And they are gone: ay, ages long ago
These lovers fled away into the storm.
That night the Baron dreamt of many a woe,
And all his warrior-guests, with shade and form
Of witch, and demon, and large coffin-worm,
Were long be-nightmar’d. Angela the old
Died palsy-twitch’d, with meagre face deform;
The Beadsman, after thousand aves told,
For aye unsought for slept among his ashes cold.
—John Keats, “The Eve of St. Agnes”
What scares you?
Think about it. What makes your heart skip a beat? Or do double duty on the way home in the dark? What keeps you up at night, hesitating to stretch your hand across the pool of quivering shadow between your bed and the lamp? What gives you cold sweats at 2:00 a.m. and flushes your cheeks with hot, fresh blood and slight embarrassment when you remember it later in the broad, baking noon? What lurks in your closet? Beyond the moon? Inside the vast and twisted recesses of your mind?
We’re all afraid of something.
Ponder that as the leaves begin to change. As the world dies and autumn draws its rusty, crackling breath. As you slip beneath the placid surface of the everyday into the horrors that lurk and whisper and cackle coldly in the pages of this volume. Ponder that as an old woman dies, a wandering bard (or someone more sinister?) crosses a desert of ice, and we learn just what, not one but two, walls fail to let us forget.
We’re all afraid of something. How about you?
Happy Halloween, Samhain, and Día de los Muertos,
Curator of Starlight, Space Opera, and Sorcery
Rating out of 5:
H.P. Lovecraft may be the most iconic horror writer to ever live and breathe on this earth. His Cthulhu Mythos made “cosmic horror” a household phrase, pushing the bounds of science fiction and fantasy past mankind’s ability to reason. The operative word, of course, being man. Continue reading