Review-ish thing of a book titled Horns, by Joe Hill.
I first heard of Horns from a trailer before a film in the cinema. I thought it looked only mildly interesting, but not really up to my taste, really, with its romance and thriller and bloody revenge thing. And maybe because I was still disappointed with the last film I watched which promoted Daniel Radcliffe. The Woman in Black. Unremarkable horror flick that’s not very scary and falls short to what even Japanese indie game developers can come up with.
Anyway, its theme isn’t really up to my taste, Horns. I heard later that it was based on a book, but again, it doesn’t really struck me as interesting. In fact, I resented it at first, because the local book stores can sell nothing but popular books and airport thrillers(1), and that book was on the shelf with a “Now a major motion picture!” blazed across its cover. But oddly enough it caught my attention anyway. “Joe Hill,” said the cover. I’m a linguistic nerd. Words and language always have their dual-meaning attached. A lot of names on the shelves-those authors of airport thrillers and teenage romance thing I don’t quite enjoy-they spit out resentment. “Don’t buy me,” those names say. But this one. Joe Hill. It sounds almost pleasant, like a good memory at the back of my head.
It was only a bit later, while I was rereading Stories, an anthology of fantastic, dark, and casually threatening short stories edited by Neil Gaiman and Al Sarrantonio, that I found out why. After I had more or less drained the whole book of stories that I could read at the time (becase it can get really dark and trippy and maybe disappointing and sometimes those are just not the kind of story you should be reading at the time), I looked at the author descriptions page. One of my favourite story from the anthology was The Devil on the Staircase, a crazy little story with whacked up formatting about bad people doing, casually, bad things (then again that describes about half of all the stories there). So, it’s written by a Joe Hill, who also wrote things like 20th Century Ghosts, Heart-Shaped Box, and his latest book, which is-at this point I would have spurted out my tea if I was having any-titled Horns(2).
I spent the rest of the day with a weird and strange craving for that one book on the store’s shelf that I had tried to ignore, cursing myself halfway for not even giving it a chance, for just passing by it. I had really enjoyed Hill’s writing. Would really really like to read more of his words.
I bought a paperback of it in the store a few days ago. Not without a few doubts. As I’ve said, I don’t like its themes at all, I was afraid it’ll be a disappointment(3), and reading something like it will be really outside my safe zone. But at the last moment I picked it up anyway, bought it, read it. You know this post was supposed to be a first impression review-ish thing, but I got too carried away.
Simply put. I like it. I like it in ways that’s different to plenty of other books I’ve read. This book is the thing I didn’t know I was looking for. I like its point-blank yet nuanced approach. I like its characters, all the terrible things they do and feel and think and how they’re presented. I liked it from its first no-bullshit paragraph. And although its descriptions can get tiring, they’re all just so well-made they seeped in anyway even though I was basically skim-reading them.
I thought my muse was running away from me these days, but in-between reading it, when I was looking around I started making words about them and myself, making stories out of nothing. Grabbing inspirations was easier. I started thinking a bit more than usual, too. About the world, people, myself. The only thing I regret is that I started making more vulgar jokes, but at least that expands my horizon.
I’m still only halfway through. I like it. Maybe I’ll write a proper review next time, but I know of my own non-existent schedule. I know my limits. Maybe I’ll write about what it made me think, too. Maybe.
1 Genre stories that isn’t already a J.K. Rowling is notoriously hard to find(no Pratchett at all. And you have to both dig and hold hope high to find a Gaiman), which is a sham because I enjoy some fantasy and speculative fiction myself.
2 Frankly that wasn’t the only surprise waiting at the author pages. Diana Wynne Jones wrote an interesting but not particularly earthshaking story titled Samantha’s Diary. Apparently she also wrote a book that would later become Studio Ghibli’s Howl’s Moving Castle. I nearly choked.