| Abstract: | Like so many other eternal adolescents, I am fascinated by imaginary monsters- especially the luscious ghouls and extraterrestrials in sci-fi literature and Hollywood films. They always inspired both dread and attraction in me, or perhaps empathy is a better word. So, given this morbid interest, the present book may represent a coming to grips with a juvenile obsession that has endured well into middle age. The appeal of monsters reaches a peak in childhood, when all prudent boys and girls check under their beds at night for demons, but it lingers well into adulthood. In those who are seriously weird-a category I admit belonging to-it evolves into a luxurious repertory of fantasies, anxieties, and phobias. |
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