Hereâs me thinking around the idea of âbody horrorâ through five books over at Queen Mobâs Tea House:
âBody horror tends to deal with the too-much or too-little; with excesses and scarcity of form that test what our conceptions of the functioning body can be. But central to the idea of it, perhaps, and where the real horror lies, is the exposure of our unwillingness to really look at what our bodies are; how they function and how they degrade. Here, in reality, where the greatest body horror story is perhaps reduced to the two word âpalliative careâ, literature can do what genre films are generally forbidden from doing â to explore themes in a way thatâs ill-fitting with their necessarily simple splattery aesthetic. Here, thereâs room for tenderness. Iâve chosen five hopefully lesser-read examples of books that capture the body in its transformation, or flowery grotesqueness, or that simply present us with a point to start considering how the body â as we accept it â is in itself already an incongruous combination of disparate forms.â














