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Yesterday, one of my interlibrary loans came in and was A New Heritage of Horror by David Pirie, so I have been reading that. It is pretty awesome thus far, mostly because it is specifically a history of British horror film, which is fascinating and new-to-me. Most of the reading of horror film history I have done has been focused on American film, with brief little "And then the Hammer studio happened!" asides in the 50's, before coming back to talk some more about the Cold War.

I need to get some little post-it notes or something to stick in the book whenever the author mentions a film that I'd particularly like to see. (In my own books, I would just dog ear the page, but it's not even from my own library so I am extra careful.) Right now, though, my main thought is "Why have I not seen more of the Quatermass films?" The answer is "Because neither my library nor Netflix has most of them," which is frustrating. I know that the library used to have Quatermass and the Pit because that's the only one I've seen, but we have apparently since discarded it. Which is a shame, as I remember it being quite good. I'll have to track down the films (and tv series) by other means.

I think that I will happily discard the crazy Freudians and read this book instead.

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Scene from the library:


Patron: I need help with this computer.

Me: What can I do for you?

Patron: It won't let me spell this word correctly. I'm trying to write "robotic" and it keeps putting a 'd' in there.

Me: ::looks at screen:: It looks like it's spelled correctly to me.

Patron: No, there's a 'd'. No matter what I do, it changes to a 'd'.

Me: ::looks again:: ...Ma'am, that's the cursor.

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This morning, I put some of the backlog of old-time radio horror podcasts onto my mp3 player and listened to two of them on my dinner break. One was from The Price of Fear, which was lovely because Vincent Price, telling you horror stories. How could that be bad? I have yet to listen to a bad episode of that show.

The second was an episode of Suspense called Flesh Peddler (talent agents, apparently - this is old-time radio and we'll have none of your salaciousness here) which starred a pre-Star Trek DeForest Kelley and had a creepy ventriloquist dummy. So if you've ever wanted to hear Dr McCoy talking about carnies and ventriloquists, that is the play for you. I found it pleasantly surreal just because it was Dr McCoy, but the ending was a bit lacking. ( Spoilers. )

I generally find Suspense a bit less fun than, say, Lights Out or Quiet Please. Still, kinda fun.

And hey, Dr McCoy.