Meet The Horror Bloggers is an ongoing series, dedicated to bringing you the folks behind some of the web's best horror blogs.
Our first installment to feature someone from across the pond, A. Jaye over at Thrill Fiction is an aspiring writer, oftentimes working on various projects at the same time. Thrill Fiction is a platform which showcases both his unique voice and talents while keeping his ideas and creativity fresh.
A. Jaye steps out of the darkness and into the light:
Horror fiction introduced itself to me via The Pied Piper of Hamelin. I was sitting on the floor with my childhood peers forming a crescent around our teacher Mrs Hulme. I can still feel it; the horror. I don’t know if they continue to tell such stories in English primary schools. It’s not a criticism.
I immigrated to Nigeria at age nine and subsumed myself in literature (American comic books are literature). Marvel was must read DC was grudge read but scary stories published by Charlton, Warren and EC were a dare. One particular tale kept me up the night after I read it: the apparition of Marie Antoinette’s severed head haunting the underworld of contemporary Paris.
I wanted more.
Soon after under the influence of mother’s pulp fiction collection I decided to become a writer. The home video boom of the 80s enveloped me and horror lit gave way to horror flicks. I had to pretend not to be haunted in front of my teenage peers. There was no pretence at night. Basket Case 1982 caused a nightmare. I haven’t watched it since. I wrote my first novel the summer I graduated high school – a crime thriller. MacMillan gave me my first rejection slip with the advice to try the English market. So I returned to the UK in ’89.
Hollywood is more glamorous than the London publishing industry so I wrote a screenplay. The second one – a horror story called No Fixed Abode – was an AMPAS® Nicholl Fellowship quarter finalist in 2000. After another feature length screenplay and a short script I decided the London publishing industry is more pragmatic than Hollywood. So I wrote my first novel.
While I prep Please Don’t Hurt Me for publication I write the blog Thrill Fiction. It keeps me creative and treats my addiction. Horror consumes me more than any other genre. It engages at the most primal level. The best movies appeal to our intellect. So I write about what I see onscreen. My Re/Made strand compares remakes to the original flicks. The last one I wrote was A Nightmare on Elm Street. The next will be The Thing. I critique. I review. I write words without fear because no man should live with it.
Horror is a momentary haven from the terrors of reality; racism fascism terrorism et al. This 21st century is looking very much like the last one. The current writers and filmmakers of the genre face the same challenges as the neophyte Romero, Carpenter and Craven did. There is also the PG pollution from the media barons. The Thrill Fiction manifesto is to celebrate the genre and to criticise it. It is to raise the bar and keep it there.
I believe in what I write. I also believe I can’t point the finger without exposing my own work. In this I’ve decided to write a spec sequel to the rebooted A Nightmare on Elm Street 2010. It’s a rewrite of the rush-to-theatres Freddy’s Revenge 1985. The first draft is due later this year. It’s going to be one of those scripts that improve on the original. Otherwise what’s the narrative point?
I take my horror seriously. I don’t scare that easy.
In other news I like cheap booze, smuggled cigarettes, world war 2 console games, wrestling (the fake type), MMA, cheap credit, football – that’s soccer to you, and women (fake hair, fake boobs but no fake tan).