Naima Haviland examines The Halloween Tree by Ray Bradbury
While some review the nativity story to remember the true
meaning of Christmas, I re-read Ray Bradbury's The Halloween Tree to savor the true
meaning of Halloween. In this novel even the elements know Halloween is
special: 'Night came out from under each tree and spread'. And 'The wind
outside nested in each tree, prowled the sidewalk in invisible treads like
unseen cats'.
Bradbury's trick-or-treating boys realize they're missing
their best friend, a boy named Pipkin, who's been stolen by unseen forces. Only
a sinister stranger knows how and where the boys might find him.
When Bradbury wrote The
Halloween Tree, kids trick-or-treated in packs long after nightfall, with
no grown-ups tagging along. A decade later with It and Salem's Lot,
Stephen King put our focus on the same child's world, through the lens of adult
awareness. But in The Halloween Tree,
we inhabit a lost era when the flip side of fear was wonder. In Salem's Lot, a boy flees an ancient
predator through a dark ravine. Boys race through Bradbury's ravine where ' ...
poisoned waters dripped and the echoes never ceased calling Come Come Come and
if you do you'll stay forever, forever, drip, forever, rustle, run, rush,
whisper, and never go, never go go go ...'
Crossing the ravine to meet Pipkin; they instead find the
skeletal giant Mr. Moundshroud, his creepy Victorian mansion, and a tree lit
with a thousand jack-o-lanterns. Rising to his challenge to uncover the twin
mysteries of Halloween and Pipkin's disappearance, the boys hop on a kite Mr.
Moundshroud fused with his fiery hands from torn circus posters whose illustrated
beasts still snarl and roar. Pulled through time by their celestial guide, they
witness man's timeless fear and the elaborate rituals designed to placate
death. Each boy discovers the origin of his costume and comes to understand how
fear and ritual evolved into a holiday.
In the last interview published before he died (Rue Morgue, August 2012 issue 125), Ray
Bradbury talked about his first trip to the circus at age 12. It's easy to see
this encounter as the genesis of his amazing legacy. A circus performer named
Mr. Electrico pointed to the young Ray Bradbury and said, "Live
Forever."
The beautiful thing is, he will.
Naima Haviland likes dead people. Fictional dead people, that is, and the twisted people who make them dead (or undead). She is the author of Bloodroom and Night at the Demontorium, a vampire novel and dark fantasy anthology for Kindle. She takes as inspiration the Southeast United States, including her home in the Florida Panhandle, an ocean paradise with a not-too-distant past full of eccentrics, explorers, pirates, ghosts, and UFOs.
Coming soon; John Everson, Robert Dunbar, Pamela Kinney, Troy McComb and much more.
Great post. And yes, Bradbury knew how to keep Halloween.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Pamela. Whenever I hear of someone banning Halloween because it's evil, I want to give them a copy of The Halloween Tree.
ReplyDeleteBradbury's The Halloween Tree is a classic, as are Haviland's Bloodroom and Demontorium -- all delightfully creepy and highly recommended!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Paul. As writer, I find it challenging to give a body count personal impact, beyond its being a device to measure how bad the mayhem's getting. While The Halloween Tree's potential body count is limited to Pipkin, I like that Bradbury made it clear why the boy was so important to his friends that they'd risk everything to save him.
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