1 June 2020
My parents-good Protestants that they are-often ask me, "Why horror? Why can't you write nice things?" To which I generally reply, "Have you read the newspaper lately?"
Because there is nothing in the world of fiction that compares to the daily atrocities humanity inflicts upon itself, or to the seemingly chaotic and certainly uncaring universe that wields an ugly axe of natural disaster, disease and death. Want a truly frightening read? Try Modern Times: History from the Twenties to the Nineties by Paul Johnson, a galling account of our modern world that will leave you yearning for the comforts of Stephen King.
