On my sudden love of horror
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On my sudden love of horror

What in the name of the father, the son, and the holy ghost is happening to me?

Tanmoy Goswami
Tanmoy Goswami

Fear is like matter. It is neither created, nor destroyed. It only changes form. Fun, joy, happiness. Those feelings you need to work hard to manufacture. Not fear. Fear is always close. It lies just one uncurled toe away.

I've hated manufactured fear, fear as entertainment, for as long as I can remember. In a children's magazine, I read about a young man who spent a night in the Tower of London as a dare; he was haunted by such nightmares that when he woke up next morning, all his hair had turned white. This kind of bravado frustrates me. Why be so desperate to seek out horror when it's coming for us all anyway?

You'd avoid going to the doctor to find out what that lump in your neck is, but you have no problem going down the ladder to the abandoned basement gurgling with the sounds of death, all alone, in the middle of the fucking night? How does that make any sense?

I've mostly ever watched horror movies under peer pressure. Everyone knows it's a bad idea. I dig my nails into whoever is unlucky enough to sit next to me, pre-empt the creakiness of doors and floorboards by parodying the sounds myself, talk constantly and laugh and make predictions loudly so that nothing can catch me by surprise. Horror turns me into a total nuisance.

Which is why this past week has unsettled me. The omens began last Wednesday. As I prepped lunch, I wanted to watch something mindless. It wasn't until half an hour later, when my wife walked into the kitchen to fill a bottle, that it properly dawned on me what I'd decided to watch:

Jordan Peele's Us, the story of Americans' oppressed underground doppelgangers who rise up in revolt, scissors in hand. It's very not mindless. It's also the kind of stuff you couldn't have paid me to watch, and now here I was, chopping onions, frying potatoes, and enthusiastically taking in jump scares, even replaying some scenes again and again to clarify missed details.