Black Static #48 (September-October 2015)
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The September-October issue contains new novelettes and short stories by Jeffrey Thomas, Cate Gardner, Steven J. Dines, Andrew Hook, and Stephen Bacon. The cover art is by Martin Hanford, and interior illustrations are by Joachim Luetke, Tara Bush, and Richard Wagner. Features: Coffinmaker's Blues by Stephen Volk (comment); Notes From the Borderland by Lynda E. Rucker (comment); Case Notes by Peter Tennant (book reviews and an interview with Simon Kurt Unsworth); Blood Spectrum by Tony Lee (DVD/Blu-ray reviews).
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BLACK STATIC
ISSUE 48
SEP–OCT 2015
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CONTENTS
Splinterwing-bw.tifCOVER ART
SPLINTERWING
MARTIN HANFORD
stephen-volk.tifCOMMENT
COFFINMAKER’S BLUES
STEPHEN VOLK
lyndarucker3supercropped.tifCOMMENT
NOTES FROM THE BORDERLAND
LYNDA E. RUCKER
Distinguished_Mole.tifNOVELETTE ILLUSTRATED BY JOACHIM LUETKE
DISTINGUISHED MOLE
JEFFREY THOMAS
bandersnatch-bg2.tifSTORY
BANDERSNATCH
STEPHEN BACON
thesufferingtarabush.tifSTORY ILLUSTRATED BY TARA BUSH
THE SUFFERING
STEVEN J. DINES
blood-mother-swings.tifSTORY
BLOOD FOR YOUR MOTHER
ANDREW HOOK
Moon Man Knocks.tifNOVELETTE ILLUSTRATED BY RICHARD WAGNER
WHEN THE MOON MAN KNOCKS
CATE GARDNER
cub-contents.tifDVD/BLU-RAY REVIEWS
BLOOD SPECTRUM
TONY LEE
sku-contents.tifBOOK REVIEWS + SIMON KURT UNSWORTH INTERVIEW
CASE NOTES
PETER TENNANT
COFFINMAKER’S BLUES
STEPHEN VOLK
stephen-volk.tifMIRRORS FOR EYES (PART ONE)
I’ve always said that so-called fantasy television will only truly have won the day when there’s a science fiction series for adults at 9 p.m. on a terrestrial channel. Well there is. And it’s become a runaway hit. Channel 4’s Humans – a future vision where domestic robots look just like us – attracted more than six million viewers (over double Paul Abbott’s new drama), a 23% overall share, for its opening episode, to become the broadcaster’s biggest drama success for twenty years. So what did I think of it?
Well, I didn’t see it – for purely personal reasons.
Several years ago, Channel 4 turned down my own drama series Dolls’ Hospital with an entirely similar concept. (Whereas Humans has synths
we had syns
– that’s how close it was: mine was also near-fi
, set ostensibly in the quasi-present; I too planned to have teaser commercials for the products
.) Dolls’ was a faux-medical drama set around an A&E department that fixes robots (more E.R. than A.I. – more John Wells than H.G.) – the idea being, my syns
seem to be the answer to everything, but moral problems and human dilemmas don’t go away. In fact, far from being eradicated by technology, they’re magnified.
It had a former life as a TV play called Amy Deluxe I wrote as a film student, but the idea goes back even further, to my drawing a robot repair shop
in school, inspired by reading Isaac Asimov’s I, Robot stories, one of which had been adapted for BBC2’s groundbreaking Out of the Unknown series. In Liar (1969) Ian Ogilvy played robot RB-34 (Herbie
) which, due to a manufacturing fault, turns out (unbeknownst to everyone) to be telepathic. However, Herbie
is still bound by the First Law of Robotics, therefore is programmed not to hurt the feelings of humans – so ends up lying, notably in the area of love and relationships, to keep people happy. But his lies create unhappiness, and when faced by this logical dichotomy, the android has an electronic nervous breakdown
.
The Three Laws of Robotics (echoing the rule-of-three in any number of fairy tales) always struck me as a marvellous dramatic device – in fact I always thought I, Robot was perfect material for a story-of-the-week TV series based around Dr Susan Calvin, a character shamefully distorted in the Will Smith movie. As with zombies in The Walking Dead, Asimov’s robots always show us more about human beings than they do about themselves. They do what science fiction does best – even in the days of space operas and cinematic tent-poles – which is hold up a mirror to us, now.
My other inspiration being, not surprisingly, Westworld. Funnily enough, before I saw the movie I read the screenplay: a little white paperback from Bantam with Yul Brynner, his face half circuitry, on the cover. (It was the first film script I’d ever read so, you could say, it has a lot to answer for.)
Michael Crichton, of course, was well known even then (long before E.R. and Jurassic Park), already the wunderkind qualified-doctor-become-creator of The Andromeda Strain and The Terminal Man (another robot of sorts). His ideas were big and he did his homework: I believed every word. So I was inordinately excited at the prospect of seeing Westworld, his debut as writer-director. Not least because in its conceit he answered a question no science fiction writer had answered before. Which was: why would we bother to make human-looking robots, even if we could?
Crichton’s answer: for entertainment. For pleasure. We wouldn’t make human-looking ’bots for slave labour. God, no. We would use them in a theme park. Like Disneyland. And just like his dinosaurland-yet-to-come, this elite playground of the bored and safe couldn’t exactly run like clockwork. What Paradise ever did? As the poster put it, unforgettably: Westworld…where nothing can possibly go worng. But what exactly does go wrong, in this, arguably the author’s masterpiece? Only the essential mythology of America. Only Americans’ constructed sense of self: The West.
Certainly, the iconography of the Western is idiomatic of the American psyche unequalled by any cultural genre in the rest of the world in terms of defining national character. In many ways the cowboy, proud upright no-nonsense hero, is America, from Gary Cooper to George W. Bush. Also, in being about the West as we know it through infinite movies and TV shows from High Noon to The Wild Bunch to Bonanza, Westworld is as much a film about cinema as Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 is a novel about books.
As such, though it seems inevitable, the casting of Yul Brynner as the robot Gunslinger was magnificently inspired. The fact that we recognise him as the lead character from The Magnificent Seven only adds to the layers of meta-enjoyment. A smile that’s about to be wiped off our faces. Essentially Westworld is a movie about movie-ness gone ape. When Brynner takes the safety attachment off his pistol, we know. The movies are coming to get us. The playthings we loved all our lives, the worlds of the imagination that had shaped us, are finally turning against their makers.
Maybe it’s our fault, too, because we loved the movies too damn much and that has to end in tears. Or we’d concocted a false idea of the past via Gunsmoke and Gene Autry. We were loving technology. All those things. And now we had to pay.
The Gunslinger’s relentless, skull-bald, black-clad unstoppability is Bergman’s Grim Reaper in a Stetson. Macho gone Mechanico. Saviour of the world – hopefully – is nebbish Richard Benjamin as the weedy businessman getting over a failed marriage with some R&R (escaping from reality into a Hollywood fantasy). In the end this wimpish everyman destroys Yul-be-sorry after the usual incarnation of mythic America, confident alpha male James Brolin (once a cowboy on the telly himself), is shot dead. For real. Shit. That’s not supposed to happen. Not in the movies, anyway.
Said Gunslinger has no feelings on the matter, or any other matter come to that. He’s animate but dead. Unheimliche – and how. His hard gaze Terminator-esque. He’ll spawn Arnie. But those eyes aren’t blank, they’re mirrors. He feels no pain from bullets. Though they strike him down, he is resurrected, to die another day. He has the numbness of having experienced his own death, endlessly. A numbing of the soul like there is no soul. No guilt. No regret. Seen in a human being, that kind of dehumanisation may be ascribed to trauma. As if the robot, traumatised by killing, itself now kills. The acting is not acting any more. Fantasy hurts – just as reality does.
In using the robot’s weird POV to both empathise and distance, Crichton astutely foresaw role-playing game culture with its addictive hook of putting you inside the game
with the power of life and death, yet, like the robot, devoid of responsibility for your actions. The result of this, as we now know, is a desensitisation to violence and an objectification of sex – because, yes, sex without emotional commitment is available in the Delos resort, too. Of course it is.
Westworld prefigured a technology-dependent future society’s willing and wilful detachment to real, messy, troublesome human contact. One which we are now being warned about by Baroness Greenfield, the leading neuroscientist, in her discussions about the dangers of the internet to the development of the brain. Westworld was the future in so many ways it didn’t even understand yet, and that is its abiding, sinister glory. Like all great art, it is both of its time and a critique of its time – and ours. But fundamentally, the theme of the movie, to me, is nothing less than the hedonism and narcissism of Western (West-ern) culture: our rapidly advancing reliance on technology and our concomitant quest for pleasure. It’s not really about the robots not being human, it’s about us losing our humanity ourselves, if we’re not careful.
Those mirrors in the eyes were for a reason.
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NOTES FROM THE BORDERLAND
LYNDA E. RUCKER
lyndarucker3supercropped.tifBEAUTY AND THE BEAST
In the 1986 Jim Jarmusch film Down by Law, Roberto Benigni encounters a drunk and maudlin Tom Waits and declares, It’s a sad and beautiful world.
It’s always been one of my favourite lines in cinema, but on revisiting the film recently, it suddenly occurred to me that the line also describes one of my favourite approaches to horror. Not the only approach, or the only meaningful approach, but the one that perhaps speaks to me most profoundly: stories about the places where the unbearable abuts the extraordinary.
In fact, horror and beauty, in its many definitions and embodiments, are entwined in a number of ways. Horror has long told us to distrust conventional beauty: this is the horror of monsters like the lamia and, sometimes, the vampire, of Anne Rice’s Lestat, of the three women in Dracula’s castle, and of Dracula himself. It is also the glamour of the fairies and all their kin. There is something of the Puritan in this dislike of beauty and its link to pleasure, the idea that succumbing to temptation leads inevitably to doom. But there is also a warning that beauty is superficial and can deceive, and there might also be a more radical reading – in some cases, against the text – that reminds us that there can be beauty in the grotesque. Some of the early work of Clive Barker challenged conventional notions of beauty and argued that the Beast could be beautiful without needing to be changed by the Beauty, that not only was the monstrous beautiful but it was beautiful because of and not in spite of that monstrousness. In fact, this is the notion at the centre of one of our oldest horror novels, Frankenstein, in which the Monster reaches for beauty and is denied, and only becomes truly a monster when he is rejected by humanity.
James Whale grasped that Frankenstein was a story about beauty and sorrow when he took over directing duties for the 1931 film and extensively reworked the script to make the Monster sympathetic, creating a beautiful film along the way. Horror cinema is riddled with images of strange beauty: Les yeux sans visage. The horror films produced by Val Lewton. Neil Jordan’s forays into horror from the successful Company of Wolves to the failure of In Dreams to the mixed-but-very-worthwhile Byzantium. The dream-world (or was it?) of Guillermo del Toro’s Pan’s Labyrinth. Suspiria and other work by Dario Argento, who once declared that he would much rather see a beautiful woman die than an ugly one. The Nosferatu of both Herzog and Murnau. Masaki Kobayashi’s Kwaidan. It’s like a game; I could go on and on and on and fill the rest of this column with nothing but namechecks of horror films featuring simultaneously beautiful and bizarre imagery.
But I am less interested in specific imagery than I am with subtext. In horror cinema, because it is a visual medium, the beautiful
– again, not necessarily or even usually conventional beauty – of the sad and beautiful world is often evoked through images, and imagery is one way of delivering subtext as well. When successful, these images provoke a certain emotional response in us, but in fiction and in certain other films, that beauty shot through with sadness, melancholy or horror also comes through the story itself. I am thinking here of the Swedish-language version of Let the Right One In, a naturalistic-looking film that certainly has some visually arresting moments but the beauty is in the story, for it is, at its heart, a love story, one about desperately lonely people seeking connection. It is a film that understands longing, and that undefinable ache in us that makes us want to both belong to the world, in the sense of forming those connections, and transcend the world, in the sense of knowing all too well that those connections promise pain because all connections will be severed someday, one way or another. A sad and beautiful world, indeed.
At its roots all horror is about loss, and loss is the human condition – so, for me, horror is the story of being human. We are born with nothing, we love (unless we are sociopaths), we die, again with nothing, and alone. It is not possible to be alive without this certainty of loss alongside us. Time and again, horror returns to remind us of this longing and loss: in Don’t Look Now and A Tale of Two Sisters and The Haunting of Hill House and Pet Sematary. This is sad, and it is beautiful, and it is terrifying. Love in all its manifestations is terrifying because it widens the scope for loss. In some cases, that loss is inevitable, as with romantic love; in others, it is unthinkable, as with parental love, and yet it happens anyway. Horror is so much more horrifying when characters have everything to lose.
This thinking might indeed be one part of what spawned the glut of horror novels that seemed to crescendo in the 1980s featuring nice young white middle-class families threatened by evil from the outside. The great misstep of that approach to horror, aside from the boring sameness of these cookie-cutter families and plots, was the suggestion that more marginalised people might somehow have less to lose; as though those who do not fit into such neat categorisation (and how many people do, really?) love less, long less. As if there is no more to beauty
than this narrow portrait of affluence. But times change; the commercial genre horror novel is virtually non-existent today but then so is the middle-class lifestyle extolled by so many of them in their heyday as well. Yet horror stories live on, as impossible to extinguish as the masked killer of countless films.
There is one other type of beauty and sadness in horror, and that I have written about more extensively here and elsewhere. This is the transcendence that I think still today finds its purest embodiment in the fiction of Algernon Blackwood – his work has the pagan sensibilities of Arthur Machen minus the sexual and religious hang-ups – although a number of contemporary writers work in similar veins. This is best exemplified in Blackwood’s classic tale ‘The Willows’, where what eventually turns to terror manifests initially as something different:
Far from feeling fear, I was possessed with a sense of awe and wonder such as I had never known. I seemed to be gazing at the personified elemental forces of this haunted and primeval region … and my brain filled to bursting with stories and legends of the spirits and deities of places that have been acknowledged and worshipped by men in all ages of the world’s history … I felt that I must fall down and worship – absolutely worship.
Such awe carries, I think, an inherent sadness and sense of loss with it at having glimpsed this other reality, simultaneously miraculous and horrific, while being unable to truly grasp it or be a part of it.
In order to be effective, horror has to tap into that loss and fear of loss, even if it is the audience who is able to feel it more acutely than the characters. It is why horror stories that are little more than bad people doing bad things coming to a bad end are ultimately ineffective; horror is only horrifying if something is at stake. This