{"id":13208,"date":"2013-02-25T09:00:50","date_gmt":"2013-02-25T09:00:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.badreputation.org.uk\/?p=13208"},"modified":"2013-02-25T09:39:22","modified_gmt":"2013-02-25T09:39:22","slug":"guest-post-lisa-tuttle-women-in-the-clubhouse-of-horror","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/badreputation.org.uk\/2013\/02\/25\/guest-post-lisa-tuttle-women-in-the-clubhouse-of-horror\/","title":{"rendered":"[Guest Post] Lisa Tuttle: Women in the Clubhouse of Horror"},"content":{"rendered":"
In the dim and distant past, I edited an original anthology of
horror stories called
Skin of the Soul<\/strong>. Most of the stories were new (there
were two reprints) and all of the contributors were women. What
sparked my decision to do it was an all-male horror anthology
published a couple of years earlier to much acclaim: Prime Evil<\/strong><\/a>, edited by Douglas E. Winter, was a
showcase for \u201cthe masters of modern horror\u201d, and
Winter\u2019s introduction was dedicated to the argument that
horror is not a genre but an emotion, to be found throughout all
literature,from high to low.<\/p>\n
I agree; I don\u2019t care much for generic
\u201chorror\u201d, even if I prefer it to generic
\u201cromance\u201d, and although I\u2019ve written a lot of
horror stories, and most of my novels have some element of
horror in them (one,
Lost Futures<\/strong>, published as horror in the US, was
nominated for a science fiction award in Britain) I\u2019m
not that comfortable identifying myself as a \u201chorror
writer\u201d.<\/p>\n
The writers Winter invited to contribute to his anthology
included nearly all the big names of the time (Stephen
King, Peter Straub, Clive Barker) but also lesser-known
writers (Jack Cady and Paul Hazel). Even the introduction,
pointing to the many sources of horror in the mainstream,
gave a name-check to just one woman writer throughout
literary history.<\/p>\n
Who was this paragon? You might guess Mary Shelley, Emily
Bronte, Christina Rossetti, Edith Wharton, Patricia
Highsmith, Shirley Jackson, Anne Rice, Joyce Carol
Oates… but no, the solitary example the editor chose
was \u201c…the best-selling novels of V.C.
Andrews.\u201d (I did wonder if he knew her first name was
Virginia rather than, say, Victor.)<\/p>\n
So I was horrified \u2013 not in a good way \u2013 by this
compilation of horrors, and daydreamed about selling my
own anthology, inviting a list of excellent writers to
contribute, writing my own erudite introduction about
great horror fiction of the past. If anyone pointed out
that all of those writers were women, I\u2019d act
surprised, pretend it was just the luck of the draw, these
were the best stories submitted and naturally the examples
I chose were my personal favourites.<\/p>\n
Over years of going to conventions, and reading and
writing and reviewing (even teaching classes) in the
fields of science fiction, fantasy and horror, I\u2019ve
noticed how much time is devoted to definitions of genre.
Any genre. Once you start putting labels on books, you
must justify the inclusion of one and the exclusion of
another. This is science fiction, of which I approve,
while that is merely fantasy. (I remember Charles Platt
defending his choice of interviewees for his first
Who Writes Science Fiction?<\/strong> \u2013 Kate
Wilhelm was the only woman, and she was interviewed in
tandem with her husband \u2013 but, he explained, Ursula
LeGuin had refused his request, and he couldn\u2019t
think of any other woman who wrote what he considered to
be proper science fiction.)<\/p>\n
Critics may praise authors who \u201cpush the
boundaries\u201d or subvert expectations, but these
are the very actions that can make the dedicated genre
fan feel cheated, and respond angrily, as if when they
ordered chocolate ice cream, they\u2019d been served a
bowl of extra-hot chilli.<\/p>\n
When, more than twenty years after the publication of
Skin of the Soul<\/strong> (\u201cwhich proves
indisputably that horror fiction is not a male
preserve\u201d, or so said Clive Barker in 1990) , I
find that women are still fighting that old battle,
still having their contributions to horror ignored
or forgotten, I wonder if this isn\u2019t \u2013 at
least partly \u2013 something to do with definitions
and expectations of genre. And with who is defining
it, and why.<\/p>\n
Myself, I\u2019ve never limited my reading to one
type of fiction, and I don\u2019t write novels
that fall neatly into a narrowly defined slot,
either. (Maybe this is my problem!) There are some
readers for whom genre fiction is comfort food,
and they don\u2019t want any nasty surprises when
they\u2019ve snuggled down to read \u2013 even in
a genre celebrated as the purveyor of nasty
surprises. Maybe, for some readers, it
doesn\u2019t count as horror unless the author
plays by certain rules, unless the story is
purveyed via the male gaze, and the name on the
title page does nothing to break the illusion that
we\u2019re all boys together in this
clubhouse.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
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