There is, he says, no delight the equal of dread.Īnd Highgate? Well, this is where he's done some of his research. That's Barker: not only a fascination with the darker corners of death and life, but a desire to share his enthusiasm - to tell what it feels like to hold a man's brains in his hands, or to describe the ultimate horror film as simply a chronicle of the physical changes a human body goes through in a lifetime. Who'd want to do that? And I'm not so thoroughly certain of the way the world works that I would absolutely discount the possibility that once in a while some restless spirit gets up and knocks people over." "Otherwise, why do it? It's very uncomfortable digging up bodies late at night. A very strange guy, but who's to say he's wrong? One must give him the benefit of the doubt and assume that he actually assumed these people were really vampires. He had just gotten out of jail - he had been basically digging bodies up and staking them. There was, for instance, the vampire hunter. Yet the crown prince of horror fiction scarcely notices the weather, so absorbed is he in peering through the abundant foliage, studying crumbled tombstone inscriptions and reminiscing about his adventures among the 166,400 people buried here in Highgate Cemetery. Ghastly pale sky, stale air, constant threat of rain: It is a typical English afternoon. LONDON - Clive Barker is revisiting his old haunts.
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