The stories I write about taste of the grotesque, surreal, metaphysical and paranormal.
The grotesque I am talking about regards society and can be divided into two types: grotesque comedy and grotesque horror. Sometimes, these two genres may be intertwined and coexist in the same tale.
In grotesque comedy, which I interpret as an exceptionally pathetic or paradoxical tragicomedy, the reader or spectator is compelled to laugh as a last, desperate resort. It is a laughter that springs from the recognition of exceptional circumstances, from the awareness of a reality you cannot escape from unless you re-elaborate its contours, set its essence into context and metabolize its events.
One of my greatest sources of inspiration is “gallows' humour” - the one that gave rise to “green laughter”, used after events of war or distressing situations. It was a bold, harsh, biting and liberating laughter.
The laughter of a victim who was placed on a grid to undergo torture and would blissfully call to the executioner and ask him: “Would you like to turn me over? I'm already well done on this side.”
I consider grotesque horror as something dreamlike. It is normality which leads to a delirium of fantasy. It is bizarre, freak. It is something unexpected, making you uneasy but also curious.
The laws of rationality and civilization are subverted, leading to a gradual increase in the viewer's anxiety, filling his chest with apprehension until the final, drastic epilogue is reached:
the revelation that the world is a melting pot of monsters, and that we need to be aware of that in order to live with them and overcome all our gloomiest fears.
Conversely, you have to be brave and face the inevitable, letting yourself be devoured by a “nightmarish creature”, while keeping a mocking smile of defiance on your face and arrogantly responding to the misshapen arrows fired by outrageous fortune.
The grotesque I am talking about regards society and can be divided into two types: grotesque comedy and grotesque horror. Sometimes, these two genres may be intertwined and coexist in the same tale.
In grotesque comedy, which I interpret as an exceptionally pathetic or paradoxical tragicomedy, the reader or spectator is compelled to laugh as a last, desperate resort. It is a laughter that springs from the recognition of exceptional circumstances, from the awareness of a reality you cannot escape from unless you re-elaborate its contours, set its essence into context and metabolize its events.
One of my greatest sources of inspiration is “gallows' humour” - the one that gave rise to “green laughter”, used after events of war or distressing situations. It was a bold, harsh, biting and liberating laughter.
The laughter of a victim who was placed on a grid to undergo torture and would blissfully call to the executioner and ask him: “Would you like to turn me over? I'm already well done on this side.”
I consider grotesque horror as something dreamlike. It is normality which leads to a delirium of fantasy. It is bizarre, freak. It is something unexpected, making you uneasy but also curious.
The laws of rationality and civilization are subverted, leading to a gradual increase in the viewer's anxiety, filling his chest with apprehension until the final, drastic epilogue is reached:
the revelation that the world is a melting pot of monsters, and that we need to be aware of that in order to live with them and overcome all our gloomiest fears.
Conversely, you have to be brave and face the inevitable, letting yourself be devoured by a “nightmarish creature”, while keeping a mocking smile of defiance on your face and arrogantly responding to the misshapen arrows fired by outrageous fortune.