{"id":23321,"date":"2024-07-14T13:36:45","date_gmt":"2024-07-14T18:36:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/?p=23321"},"modified":"2024-07-14T13:39:12","modified_gmt":"2024-07-14T18:39:12","slug":"horrors","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/?p=23321","title":{"rendered":"Horrors!"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Somehow, though it&#8217;s not my favorite book or film genre, I&#8217;ve been on a bit of a horror kick lately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<ul><li>The other night I watched a French shark-attack film called <em>Under Paris<\/em> (originally titled <em>Sous la Seine<\/em>). I&#8217;ve seen my share of shark films (<em>Jaws<\/em>, <em>Deep Blue Sea<\/em>, <em>The Meg,<\/em> and probably a few others that were forgettable). This one fared well in comparison. Story: <em>a scientist tags a shark and monitors it until it unexpectedly turns violent and kills her whole team. Later, the signal from the tag is discovered in the Seine river in Paris. What is a marine animal doing in a fresh water river? Though still struggling emotionally with that grisly event in her past, the scientist joins forces with the police to find the shark before it hurts anyone else<\/em>. The film had just the right amount of ridiculousness, it escalated perfectly, and it had a spectacular climax, not to mention that it was in French (subtitled, not dubbed). I loved it.<\/li><li>After the shark film, I starting watching <em>Stranger Things <\/em>on Netflix. I&#8217;m late to this particular party, I know, but whatever. I do things when I want to, not when the rest of the world thinks I should.<\/li><li>I also recently read a Southern Gothic by T. Kingfisher called <em>A House With Good Bones<\/em>. I struggled with the book at first. The author&#8217;s descriptions were confusing me. But, since I had preordered the book as a way of showing support for the author, whom I follow on Twitter, I felt a strong compulsion to finish it. With perseverance, I got past the communication issues, letting the story wash over me without focusing too much on certain details. There wasn&#8217;t much to the story: <em>entomologist Sam Montgomery is temporarily out of work and goes to live with her mom in her grandmother&#8217;s old house. The mom is behaving strangely, as if terrified, and weird things are happening around the house, all seemingly linked to something dark and mysterious in the past.<\/em> I&#8217;m not not sure that I love it as a horror story, but the main character keeps up an entertaining patter of bug trivia mixed with amusing observations on life (&#8220;snarky mundanity,&#8221; one blurbist called it). The book is worth reading for that alone.<\/li><\/ul>\n\n\n\n<p>P.S. I liked the phrase &#8220;snarky mundanity,&#8221; so I looked up the author who had used it in his blurb for <em>A House With Good Bones<\/em>. His name was Travis Baldree. I figured that if he&#8217;d written anything that sounded interesting, I&#8217;d consider seeking it out. As it turns out, I need look no further than my own bookshelf. A friend gave me a copy of his book <em>Legends &amp; Lattes<\/em> as a gift. It&#8217;s just sitting there, waiting to be read. How serendipitous!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Somehow, though it&#8217;s not my favorite book or film genre, I&#8217;ve been on a bit of a horror kick lately. The other night I watched a French shark-attack film called Under Paris (originally titled Sous la Seine). 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