The Heritage Month Project: Literary Horror by Stephen Graham Jones

I thought I had reached the end of my Heritage Month Reading related to the Heritage Months the U.S. used to recognize (that's archived material I just linked to) but dropped earlier this year. (Black History Month is all that's left. I can't tell you why, 'cause I don't know.) But last year's Native American Heritage Month inspired the Heritage Month Project for me. So, of course, I was going to observe it in November with some reading even though, according to my research at the Department of State's website, which used to post info about heritage months, it was never observed by the U.S.

Well, folks, I was cruising around the Internet last month when what do I find? Not only did the U.S. recognize November as National Native American Heritage Month in the past, it continues to do so! We just don't do it through the Department of State. We do it through the Department of the Interior, which includes the Bureau of Indian Affairs.

What does this mean? 

• The Department of the Interior treats Native Americans differently than the Department of State treats absolutely everyone else?
• One hand in Washington doesn't know what the other hand is doing, and the people who went after the other Heritage Months were unaware that National Native American Heritage Month is living at the Department of the Interior?
• The Secretary of State was using "we were here first" as an argument to nix all the other Heritage Months and decided that that wouldn't work with Native American Heritage Month?

I don't care! I just think Native American Heritage Month managing to stay on its feet during the white washing is subversive as hell. I mean that in the most positive way.

So Let's Talk Some Native American Literary Horror. My Search for Something Different

Whatever possessed you to read horror, Gail? Well, truthfully, it's not something I read a lot of, unless you include Shirley Jackson and the occasionally zombie book. After last month's reading, I think horror may have specific genre requirements that I don't understand, so are Jackson and zombies horror? Perhaps someday I will know.

But to be specific about this fall's horror reading: I was looking for Native American fiction writers to read and came upon Stephen Graham Jones. I see that he writes horror. Literary horror. And I think, Well, that would be something different for me to read this year. Then I see that he wrote a book called I Was A Teenage Slasher , and I was all in. I was aware Jones has written quite a few books, so once I started this one, I thought, Gail, why don't you read another of his books, as if you were making a study of him? That would be different, too.

I Was A Teenage Slasher 

The Native American connection in I Was A Teenage Slasher involves a secondary character who is very important, but readers won't get a feeling of being steeped in Native American culture. Unless there was something going on here that I wasn't knowledgeable enough to get. 

What I did feel steeped in was slasher culture, if such a thing exists. The basic premise here is that this is the first-person account of poor adolescent Tolly who finds himself unwillingly pulled into a classic slasher story, as the slasher. I was about to say as the main character, but are slashers the main character in slasher stories? He realizes that he is in a slasher story with specific tropes he can't control or avoid, because his Native American best friend/nearly girlfriend is a fan of the genre and recognizes what's happening. 

This is kind of a heart-breaking story, folks, something I didn't expect from a slasher tale.

Having been a childlit person in the past, I've read a YA book or two. Whenever I read an adult book with a YA main character, I have to wonder, Why is this adult and not YA? It's an easy question to answer here. Tolly is now an adult recalling his teenage slasher experience, making him, in reality, an adult character able to assess events from an adult perspective. YA books take place in the moment as it's being lived. All their responses are, or should be, YA responses.

I Was A Teenage Slasher was an Alex Award winner this year, an award given to ten adult books with appeal for young adults. It may be my favorite book award.

The Only Good Indians

The second Jones book I read was actually one of his earlier ones, The Only Good Indians. This has been widely reviewed and has won an award or three, which were pretty well deserved I'd say. 

This book is horror within a Native American culture. Four youngish Native American men go hunting in an area where they were not supposed to be hunting. They kill quite a number of elk, including a pregnant female who does not experience a quick and easy death. 

Ten years later they, and some of the people around them, pay a price for what they did.

What I'm going to say now is going to seem to come out of left field, but there is a lot of basketball in this book. For those of us who consider basketball to be another one of those run-back-and-forth with a ball sports, this could seem...odd. Mystery solved. Basketball is part of Native American culture.

There's some moving around in points of view here, so expect to do a little work while reading this, which just enhances the whole experience.

The Horror Genre

Here is what I've learned from reading these two books:

• Horror may deal with specific themes around guilt and revenge. Who is most at fault? Those who have done something for which they feel, or should feel, guilt or those the guilty wronged?
• The final girl. This is a quite marvelous literary figure in horror, one I'd never heard of until reading I Was A Teenage Slasher, in which she is explained. She also appears in The Only Good Indians. I will not spoil either of those books by explaining her, but I love her.

I can't claim that my latest exposure to horror has made me a fan of the genre. However, I expect I'll be reading more of Stephen Graham Jones in the future.

The Heritage Month Project: "Monster, She Wrote" by Lisa Kroger and Melanie R. Anderson

At last, I am writing about Women's History Month reading! I am beginning with Monster, She Wrote: The Women Who Pioneered Horror and Speculative Fiction by Lisa Kroger and Melanie R. Anderson. This is another book from my To Be Read stash on my Kindle app. I'm not much of a fan of horror and only dabble in speculative fiction. However, the women's history aspect grabbed me on this one.

Monster, She Wrote is what might be described as a popular history. There's a section for each author covered, and within that section is an overview/critique, a list of the author's best works, and a list of similar authors. That last section I particularly liked.

The authors begin with women writers of Gothic novels in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, since, they say, "There's a strong argument that horror as it exists in the twenty-first century evolved from the Gothic novel..." They cover six women in this section, the two best known (because I've heard of them) being Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley and Ann Radcliffe. Now six is not a statistically significant number. But I was still surprised there were that many, in part because conventional wisdom tells us that women in the past just could not and did not work. 

Later sections of the book tie time periods to subjects such as ghost stories, the occult, pulps, and paperback horror. I was particularly interested in women writing in various fields in the twentieth century. These writers moved around with work, some writing for television as well as paperbacks. Or, like Shirley Jackson, writing horror as well as domestic stories for women's magazines. I like the idea of not allowing yourself to be tied to one thing. 

The last section, The Future of Horror and Speculative Fiction, included interesting people whose work I'm now interested in reading. In fact, I've already read a short story by Helen Oyeyemi.

The Housewife Writer

For some time, I've been interested in women who self-identify as housewife writers. There aren't a lot of them, but I am trying to focus my Women's History Month reading on that. I'm not talking about homemaking as women's God-given role, what they are born to do. I am talking about homemaking as life maintenance, eating and putting clothes on backs and who does that for themselves and others? Why is that not considered as significant as roping a steer or running a store? I have a theory. 

In their section of Monster, She Wrote called Haunting the Home Kroger and Anderson say, "Historically, women have been consigned to the domestic realm, running the household and caring for children." "Many of the women profiled in this book struggled with that dichotomy: the pressure to care for home and family, and the need to tend their writing career. Haunted house fictions play upon the complex fears and concerns about domestic issues that woman have long grappled with."

They include Shirley Jackson in that section. I consider her to be the ultimate housewife writer. More on that before the end of the month.