All About Gothic and DEAD ENDS, Too

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The word “Gothic” is thrown about a lot when it comes to literature.*

Gothic is an interesting word.

You know who the Visigoths were: those unsophisticated, crusty and crude pre-Germanic types who swooped down on the slothful, stuttering remains of the Roman Empire in the fourth century and gobbled them up. They were fairly illiterate victors, so they’ve gotten a bad rap in history. (Pardon me if I’m a little defensive. You know that my cultural/ancestral totem is Viking Barbie, yes?) They remain unpopular to this day.

Fifteen or twenty years ago, the most recognizable use of the word was connected to architecture. Think the cathedral of Notre Dame, all pointed arches and flying buttresses. Medieval (roughly 500-1450 CE) European castles and monasteries may also come to mind. When folks were building these magnificent edifices, they didn’t identify them as “Gothic.” That came much later, around the Renaissance (roughly 1350-1600 CE), when light and life returned to the earth, superstition was (almost) banished, and the artists and intellectuals rediscovered classical (read: Roman and Ancient Greek) architecture and ideals. The word “Gothic” was, in effect, a dis upon those benighted times. If those buildings from the Middle Ages hadn’t been built to withstand the Apocalypse, I daresay they would’ve all been knocked down in disgust. (Read more about Gothic Architecture here. But do it later, okay?)

How far that little word has come, and what a delightful change of fortune it has had. Sort of.

The phrase “Gothic Literature” conjures thoughts of ghostly encounters, mystery, and a general air of dread. Possibly romance, as well. I blogged about the original Gothic novel, The Castle of Otranto, at some point here at the Handbasket–but I must have left tags off, and I’m way too lazy to go back through hundreds of posts. That novel was more horror-driven, and definitely lacked romance. (It’s worth a read and certainly in the public domain.) There was a long period in the 19th and 20th centuries where Gothic novels were decidedly equated with spooky romance–dark stories, but not particularly horrific. (About The Castle of Otranto, and a Gothic timeline.)

Gothicism seems to have come full-circle, though. In the contemporary vernacular Gothic is all about the scare. Horror stories are called Gothic with impunity. And there are those who relish the physical trappings of the genre: black clothes, indoor (even ghostly) pallor, grim manners. (I’m teasing of course. I think Goths are cute.) There’s mystery, yes, but it’s of the dark and/or supernatural type. Once again Gothic refers to The Other, or The Outsider. They who must be despised or feared.

Speaking of The Other, let’s not forget Southern Gothic.

Southern Gothic is a special animal. Southern Gothic stories are tales of the grotesque, the weird, the decayed, the macabre. Flannery O’Connor, Eudora Welty, and William Faulkner were among its first famous practitioners. Their stories are full of characters who are odd in the extreme, often violent or sadistic or just plain mad. It’s the sense of decay that’s often so striking in Southern gothic literature.

These days, the Southern part and “gothic” in the antique and ghostly sense come together deliciously. From haunted house tales, to stories of lurking strangers, and familiar monsters, to twisted small towns, and people who aren’t quite what they seem.

We never wander far from history, do we?

Later this month, on September 28th, the story anthology, DEAD ENDS, arrives. I’m proud to have my new story, Stone Angels, in it. And you’ll find so many of my favorite writers in there as well: Amanda Stevens, J.T. Ellison (she put the collection together!), Ariel Lawhon, Dave White, Paige Crutcher, Helen Ellis…and many, many more. I’ve read all the stories and there’s not a bad one in the book. You’re going to love it, too. It’s Southern Gothic at its Gothic-est!

Check it out all the details here, and choose your fave bookseller to pre-order, too.

 

*You’ll find bits of this piece in an earlier Gothic post, but I just keep learning more and more.

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4 thoughts on “All About Gothic and DEAD ENDS, Too”

  1. Priscilla says:

    I did not know about the little niche that Southern Gothic occupied. Interesting. And oh, wasn’t Eudora Welty such a TALENTED writer?!

    1. Laura Benedict says:

      Yes, she was! It seems that you and I and Skye all agree, lol. (We have excellent taste.)

  2. skyecaitlin says:

    Laura, started at the bottom up: I was happy to read your short marvels were part of a collection: maybe now I can read them in an actual book. You provide the most comprehensive, multi-variegated definition of Gothicism I have ever come across, and the meanings are extensive. As a young child I grew up in Old City, Philadelphia, and the Wanamaker’s Department store had and still has ‘gargoyles’ on every angle as so many other buildings. I adore Gothic Romance that is based mostly on ‘mystery’ and ghostly apparitions, and on my favorite writers in Flannery O’Connor ( I also LOVE Eudora Welty). Thank you o much for writing this. BTW, some of Anne Rice’s novels fit the genre well.

    1. Laura Benedict says:

      Anne Rice is a terrific addition to the list–she is almost a gothic sub-genre unto herself. I’m delighted you enjoyed the post. Old City, Philadelphia has some amazing architecture, I bet…

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