Just to show that nothing was completely new the film was loosely based on a 1952 short story by Daphne du Maurier. A new genre was born, environmental horror. Birds begin to flock together and attack and kill people. The film features a series of unexplained violent bird attacks in California. Alfred Hitchcock's film 'The Birds' appeared in 1963 and firmly established the animal attacks theme. If man was going to threaten the natural world then the natural world would strike back. Inevitably these concerns would be reflected in novels and films. Rachel Carson's 1962 science book 'Silent Spring' covered the devastating impact on the environment of the use of pesticides and made concerns about man's environmental impact part of mainstream culture. It was not a new subject, for example H G Wells's 1904 novel 'Food of the Gods' had featured marauding giant wasps, earwigs, rats and chickens, but it had never before featured in so many new books. Over the course of the decade every animal from the smallest insect to the largest marine mammal rose up and challenged humankind's dominion over nature in the pages of the decade's paperbacks. In the 1980s the theme of animals attacking humans found a home in pulp horror novels. In the 2010s, videos of animals attacking people are a staple of YouTube and other online video platforms. ‘John…make love to me.'When animals attack' was the title of a popular show on Fox television in the 1990s which featured footage of animals both domestic and wild attacking humans. ‘John…’ she sighed, and her voice sounded like four or five voices speaking at once. Jane, you’re dead! You can’t be here, you’re dead!’ ‘Jane,’ I said, in a constricted voice, ‘you’re not real. In those dim white robes, she stood nearly seven feet, her hair almost touching the ceiling, and she looked down at me with a serious and elongated face that sent dread soaking through me like the cold North Atlantic rain. What frightened me most of all though, was how tall she was. Thin, and sunken-eyed, her hair waving around her in some unfelt, unseen wind, her hands raised as if she were displaying the fact that she was dead but bore no stigmata. She gradually began to appear, standing at the foot of the bed.
Croakily, I answered, ‘Jane? Is that you?’ There was no mistaking whose voice it was. “I don’t know when I fell asleep, but I was awakened by the sudden dimming of my beside lamp. The Pariah, by Graham Masterton (Star, 1983).įrom a charity shop on Mansfield Road, Nottingham.
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