"My work may be garbage but it's good garbage." Mickey Spillane
With the demise of Project Pulp, Clarkesworld books, and now Shocklines, the dominoes have begun to fall.
I have said for a long time that horror needed to reinvent itself if it wished to rise out of the genre ghetto, or at least have a stable ghetto.
We are seeing more and more of how the obsession with simplistic booga booga ritual dances rapidly become empty and sterile.
When writers get back to old fashioned story telling that cares about the characters and can make the reader care about the characters, I believe that horror will flourish again. The problem is that there is so little of it except for the work of the biggest names such as King, Saul, Koontz, and others who play ball in their league.
The most hopeful sign I have seen in years is the awarding of the Stoker to Jonathan Maberry for Ghost Road Blues. It’s easy to fall in love with his characters, which in turn raises the level of suspense and threat above and beyond that of the rest of the genre.