Charlie Fox - This Young Monster

Are there many little boys who think they are a monster?

Anne Carson

Hey Beast,

Theres a scary picture I want to show you: three kids outside their house, all wearing masks and grinning like devils. One has a crocodile head, another is a cartoon dog covered with funky spots and the last wears a deranged face drawn on a paper bag, eyes bugged, mouth crammed with jackal teeth. Theyre dead now. They appear in this book called Haunted Air (2010) collecting old American pictures by anonymous photographers of folk in costume on Halloween. Im guessing from the fuzziness of the picture that it must have been taken in the 1930s, roughly aligning with the time that Judy Garland crash-landed in Oz. There are tons of other pictures I could have fetched for you David Bowie on the cover of Diamond Dogs (1974), half-alien, half-hound or the Counts shadow climbing the stairs from Nosferatu (1922), but beginning on Halloween seemed like the most potent clue to the festivities up ahead. Ghosts run amok, identities melt, everybodys in costume, and reality is nowhere to be found. Think of it as an invitation asking you, as Captain Beefheart once howled, to come out and meet the monster tonight!

Youre one of the first monsters I remember meeting, both as a cartoon in Disneys Beauty and the Beast (1991) and in huge illustrated books where you were usually depicted with a touch of the owl or hog. Almost everybody, if theyre lucky, sees monsters for the first time in fairy tales where the traditional response to their appearance is astonishment. When the Evil Queen in Snow White and The Seven Dwarfs (1937) changes into a witch thanks to her psychotropic potion, even her beloved raven leaps back in fright and hides inside a skull by her cauldron until hes just an eyeball, panicky, staring out of somebody elses head.

Scary pictures were one of my earliest obsessions and Ill try to explain why later on in this dumb fan letter to you, dear Beast. I dont have a picture of myself to hand: not the snapshot in which I appear wearing a werewolf mask as a small boy on my birthday, or the other where Im a vampire stalking through wet grass, sun low and red, squinting like a drunk through slender trees. I was a woozy child, the world was slow, it was fun to watch myself disappear in the mirror, face turning full moon white with make-up, fake blood drooling sweetly from my mouth, a little black crayon around the eyes for that buried alive stare: that was my face and yet it was not. When I discovered a new monster lurking in the forest of a film history book David Naughton in An American Werewolf in London (1981), gazing at the hand thats no longer quite his own, or Lon Chaney as The Phantom of the Opera (1925), gaunt and scalded by acid I felt the same shiver: fear speedballing with wonder. I was electrified inside. That was the monster feeling.

Right now, of course, there are monstrous entertainments everywhere. Check the data: ghost drone videos on YouTube (military tech enlisted to spook trick-or-treaters on Halloween); sell-out exhibitions dedicated to Alexander McQueen at the Met in New York and the Victoria & Albert Museum in London; the pop cultural ubiquity of zombies who now have their own parades in cities worldwide; the enormous success of the television series Stranger Things (2016), in which a bloodthirsty

The abundance of monsters in circulation now proves that the collective imagination is in a strange and disorientating state, at once fearful of what can be done to the body through technology or trauma and fascinated by the possibilities those changes represent. In our present situation, dude, this seems like a good moment to go back, rewind, assemble some sort of history of monstrous wunderkinds and refract the present through them to mind-altering effect. If the monster is so now, its also one of arts oldest inventions: there could be no other classification for the hydra killed by Hercules. If I was making a taxonomy, Id keep you in the same group (Mythological Monsters) though you dont have the same connections to antiquity as the serpent or the maenads who slaughtered Orpheus and, through godly punishment, were transformed into shrieking trees. Then there are the new versions of old monsters like the grunge werewolves or vampires seen in Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1997-2003), which I was obsessed with in childhood and havent stopped thinking about since Buffy uses supernatural metaphors to deal with real horrors so skilfully (all lovers are vampires) and the contemporary monsters responsible for hideous deeds that still excite a slimy fascination. Check this recent newsflash, Beast: Following the killing, the teenage couple took a bath to wash off the blood, had sex and watched four Twilight vampire films, abandoning plans to kill themselves. (What if Im not the hero? What if Im the bad guy? as Robert Pattinson asks in the first movie when hes playing Edward, the hot young bloodsucker.) And the body can be mutilated by accident or from birth and assume a monstrous condition. Ive spent plenty of time reading and re-reading testimony from the woman who received the first facial transplant in 2005 (she was mauled by her dog, which was trying to rouse her from an overdose of sleeping pills) who said, of the months before the operation, that she had the face of a monster. She had no mouth, a report continues, and her teeth and gums were exposed, skull-like.