I might even go so far as to claim that, when it comes to film, television, and literature, New Times' own "Blast from the Past" film columnist is one of the most frightfully informed people I know. He's also one of the most colorful writers, his style vacillating between serious, objective analysis and the hilarious, caps-heavy rantings of the impassioned film geek. Wilson's reviews are sophisticated, placing a subject firmly within its cultural, political, and artistic zeitgeist with all the thoroughness and loving care of a museum curator. At the same time, though, you get the feeling that Wilson isn't above yelling expletives at the screen. And in no genre, of course, is this impulse stronger than horror. ("Don't go into that forest alone, dumbass! Don't open that door! Get the f@!k out of there!") [...]
Wilson's lofty aim, as he establishes in the book's prologue, is to pick up where Danse Macabre--Stephen King's 1981 exploration of the horror genre--left off. The self-published work, which bears the ballsy title Son of Danse Macabre,focuses particularly on the 30 years after King's book was published.
Son of Danse Macabre doesn't start its journey in 1981, of course. Art is greatly dependent upon context, and this includes the fine art of scaring people to death. So, after briefly introducing himself in the first chapter, Wilson starts us off with an examination of what horror really is, cleverly weaving in the highlights of the genre over the past century as examples. In doing so, he achieves the dual goals of defining horror while giving an overview of its evolution across the decades. Neat.
-San Luis Obispo New Times-