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Ecohorror:  Is Nature Trying to Kill Us?

At last month’s StokerCon, I was invited to participate on a panel about the subject of ecohorror—that is, horror fiction with environmental themes—titled “Eco-Horror:  Is Nature Trying to Kill Us?”

As it was proposed to me, the panel would “discuss some of the early examples of ecohorror in literature, like Algernon Blackwood’s The Willows, and trace those influences on today’s ecohorror classics.  We will also seek to define the subgenre more clearly through our discussion:  Is ecohorror merely a horror story set in the woods?  Is it when nature turns against humanity?  Or is it when the story carries a message about humanity’s impact on the ecosystem?”

The panel was moderated by author Marc E. Fitch (Dead Ends, Boy in the Box, Paradise Burns).  My fellow participants included authors Christopher Hawkins (Suburban Monsters, Downpour, I Contain Multitudes), Raymonde Chira (“Hells Shells” from The Off-Season:  An Anthology of Coastal New Weird), and Brian J. Cummings (Dark Concepts).

We had a lively conversation that got very enthusiastic feedback.  Given this blog’s emphasis on narrativity and environmentalism, I have reproduced Marc’s questions below, along with my responses only.

When I was first approached about moderating this panel, my friend wrote to me saying my novel Boy in the Box is “hard ecohorror.”  Boy in the Box is about three friends who have to return to the site of a hunting accident to move a body and are stalked by a demonic presence.  Probably half the novel is set in the woods, but I had never thought of it as “ecohorror.”  That term always struck me as something different, and that is my question to all of you:  Is ecohorror simply horror that takes place in the woods or involves animals trying to kill us like Cujo or Jaws or something?  Or does the label of ecohorror point to something more, a message in the work?

More often than not, I would say ecohorror is going to deal with our relationship to animals and insects or to ecosystems writ large.

While “ecohorror” is certainly a broad-umbrella term, it can usually be applied to any story that explores or exploits a fear of nature or a fear for nature.

Jurassic Park is a fear of nature story:  “Oh, my God—what have we unleashed?”  In bringing back dinosaurs, have we arrogantly ensured our own extinction…?

Conversely, the plot of The Lost World is animated by a fear for nature, because you’ve got Jeff Goldblum trying to prevent the capitalistic exploitation of the dinosaurs.  In the sequel, it’s the capitalists who are the real monsters, not the dinosaurs.

Sorta gives new meaning to the term “fossil fuels,” eh?

Jaws is, in many respects, a rather ecophobic movie, with the great white representing a threat to Amity Island’s capitalistic prosperity; the mayor very explicitly states, “Hey, we’re a summer town, and we need summer dollars.”  The alternative is “being on welfare all winter,” as Quint bluntly warns, with the implied shame of living off the state.  The filmmakers of Jaws—and, by extension, the audience—are rooting for capitalism, not nature, to triumph.

A year after Jaws, Dino De Laurentiis produced a cash-grab knockoff called Orca, about a killer whale out for revenge against Richard Harris for killing its pregnant mate.  Even though Orca is considered an inferior film and hasn’t enjoyed nearly the same cultural longevity as Jaws, it demonstrates a compassion for nature that is entirely absent in Jaws, which unambiguously sides with the island’s capitalists over its marine life.

Even the resident marine biologist, Richard Dreyfuss, who professes to love sharks, wants the shark dead!  He never once makes an argument in defense of the shark’s right to exist the way Jeff Goldblum so eloquently advocates on behalf of Mother Nature in the Jurassic Park films.  Instead, he says, “Well, it’s just an eating machine and it isn’t going to stop until it’s killed.”  At no point does he say, “That’s just a risk we assume when we encroach on its natural habitat.”  Quite notably, Hooper is established as a character who grew up privileged, so there are clearly limits to his empathy.

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Artistic Originality: Is It Dead—or Was It Merely a Fallacy to Begin With?

Over the course of the many insightful conversations generated by the recent post on Star Wars:  The Last Jedi—sincerest thanks to all who shared their time and thoughts—the subject of artistic influence was discussed:  what role it played in the creation of some of Gen X’s most cherished movie franchises of yore, and what part, if any, it has in our now-institutionalized praxis of remaking those films wholesale—of “turning Hollywood into a glorified fan-fiction factory where filmmakers get to make their own versions of their childhood favorites.”

Because where is the line drawn, exactly, between inspiration and imitation?  If the narrative arts are a continuum in which every new entry owes, to a certain extent, a creative debt to a cinematic or literary antecedent, is originality even a thing?

If so, what is it, then?  How is one to construe it concretely, beyond simply “knowing it when we see it”?  And, as such, is there a way for us as artists to codify, or at very least comprehend, the concept of originality as something more than an ill-defined abstraction to perhaps consciously strive for it in our own work?

 

THE HERO WITH A THOUSAND INFLUENCES

Since it was Star Wars that provoked those questions, let me start with this:  George Lucas is one of my eminent creative influences.  When I was in high school in the early nineties, during that long respite between Return of the Jedi and The Phantom Menace, when Star Wars was more or less placed by its creator in carbon-freezing, I became aware that the same mind had conceived two of my favorite franchises, and went to great lengths to study Lucas’ career:  how he learned the art of storytelling, where his ideas came from, how he managed to innovate the way in which blockbusters were created and marketed.

“Star Wars” and “Indiana Jones” mastermind George Lucas, my first creative idol

In order to more fully appreciate what Lucas created in 1977 when he made Star Wars—a work of fiction so thrilling and inspired it seemed to emerge fully realized from his singular imagination—it behooves us to consider the varied influences he drew from.  The 1936 Flash Gordon film serial Lucas watched as a child provided the inciting animus—a grand-scale space opera told as a series of high-adventure cliffhangers.  (It also later informed the movie’s visual vocabulary, with its reliance on old-fashioned cinematic techniques like opening crawls and optical wipes.)

In a case of east meets west, Joseph Campbell’s study of comparative mythology The Hero with a Thousand Faces provided a general mythic and archetypal blueprint to endow Lucas’ sprawling alien-world fantasy with psychological familiarity, while Akira Kurosawa’s The Hidden Fortress served as a direct model for the plot he eventually settled on (after at least three start-from-scratch rewrites).  Lucas ultimately patterned the series’ three-part narrative arc after Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings cycle (which later directly influenced his high-fantasy franchise-nonstarter Willow), because, prior to Star Wars, closed-ended “trilogies” weren’t really a thing in commercial cinema.

In addition to his cinematic and literary interests, Lucas is also a passionate scholar of world history (as evidenced by Indiana Jones, particularly the television series), and a direct line can be drawn from the X-wing assault on the Death Star to the aerial dogfights of World War II, to say nothing of the saga’s allusions to the Roman Republic, Nazi Germany, and the Vietnam War.  As for where the Force and lightsabers and the twin suns of Tatooine came from… who knows?  The sheer number of disparate interests that met, mated, and reproduced within the confines of Lucas’ brain can never be fully accounted for, even by the man himself.

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