• Sigrid Ellis

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    Sigrid Ellis is co-editor of the Hugo-nominated Queers Dig Time Lords and Chicks Dig Comics anthologies. She edits the best-selling Pretty Deadly from Image Comics. She is the flash-fiction editor of Queers Destroy Science Fiction, from Lightspeed Press. She edited the Hugo-nominated Apex Magazine for 2014. She lives with her partner, their two homeschooled children, her partner’s boyfriend, and a host of vertebrate and invertebrate pets in Saint Paul, MN.
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Tuesday is all over the place.

1. It’s the return of the autumnal mice. Every other year or so, as the weather gets cooler, our kitchen gets mice. This is because we a) line in a house built in 1916 or thereabouts, with the “new addition” put on in the ’40s, and is therefore porous, b) we have landscaped our yard to attract wildlife, so our yard is a thriving ecosystem friendly to rodents, and 3) it’s cold out there at night and we have food. So after finding and trapping one mouse, J and I spent yesterday stuffing steel wool into all the crevices in the kitchen cupboards we could find. I then spent the afternoon scrubbing utensils and tupperware in painfully hot, soapy water, as well as scrubbing the drawers and cupboards in which we found the mouse poop. Now, the paranoid in me wants to bleach the whole damn kitchen. I’ve read too much about hantavirus.

2. N is 98% moved in with us. He closes on the duplex tomorrow, and our house is crammed full of boxes, lamps, plants, bins, and random pieces of computers at the moment. In a week or two I expect things will be calmer.

3. Michael Bay is remaking A Nightmare on Elm Street. This is one of the most important works of fiction in my childhood. Yes, yes, I know people typically cite more comforting things, but not me. The most influential works of fiction from my early years are likely Narnia, Oz, the X-Men, Stephen King, A Nightmare of Elm Street, the works of John Hughes, The Dark is Rising series, the works of Mercedes Lackey, the Belgariad, Bloom County, Spielberg and Lucas’s works, and Norse mythology. Not all at the same time. But I love Nightmare. Love it.

I’ve written a couple essays about NoES. The first is The Girls Who Lived. The second was a more personal piece, about the lessons of fiction, and I’ll reproduce it here.


What I Learned from A Nightmare on Elm Street

Never trust adults. You are on your own. By the time I encountered the horror movie genre I already knew these facts to be true. Watching Nightmare on Elm Street and one of its successors, Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors, only confirmed for me a view I already held. But confirm it they did. I learned from horror movies that no one would be able to help me, ever.

As I child I loved fiction. I knew it was fiction; I knew it was not true in a literal sense. But what I did not understand for many years was this: People frequently write fiction to describe, not the world as it is, but the world they either hope for or fear. Children’s fiction in particular is full of fears and the tools to overcome fear. It is a key, a foundation of the fairy tale that the parents be evil or dead. In children’s and “young adult” novels the adults are frequently gone, useless, or malicious. The books I loved as a child all supported this view. The L. Frank Baum Oz books. The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis. (Which are a particularly difficult case because to grow up is Susan’s special sin.) The Dark is Rising books by Susan Cooper. The books of Lois Duncan. The works of S.E. Hinton. There is an entire genre of teen-oriented books, the titles of which all escape me at the moment, in which adolescents are presented with evil adults. The adults in these books are kidnappers, sexual predators, or are merely alcoholic and abusive.

It did not occur to me that these books were myths of common fears. I took them to be a map of the world and of the future. I learned from them.

I was not allowed to watch much television as a child, not many films. (For the longest time the only movies I’d ever see were the Star Wars trilogy and The Wizard of Oz.) But in 1986 my family got cable tv. I was entranced. I watched as much as I could manage. Here, here were stories. Stories the like of which I’d never seen. I watched Bogart. Hitchcock. Grant, Bacall, and Astaire. I watched John Hughes and Steven Spielberg, John Carpenter and Jim Cameron. And I fell in fascinated dread and love with the teen slasher genre.

This. These were confirmation of my worst fears. Because, after all, they were real, were they not? I do not mean to say that I thought Freddy Krueger was real. I did not think my house was haunted, I did not think sociopaths in masks were going to kill me. I did think, though, that these movies were metaphors for something which was quite real. That adolescence was extremely hazardous, barely survivable. Oone had to keep one’s head down and avoid notice. Live until age brought you out the other side.

The movies of Wes Craven were especially resonant for me. In 1987 I think I watched Nightmare and Nightmare 3 probably a dozen time each.

In Nightmare on Elm Street we meet Nancy. Nancy is a normal nice girl. She’s the staple of the early teen-slasher flicks. She is smart but not overly geeky. She’s interested in boys but a little reserved in sexual matters. She has a friend who is a bit more wild, she has parents who are distant and uncomprehending. She is fairly normal.

Over the course of the first movie Nancy learns that her life is based on deceptions perpetrated on her by her parents. And that these deceptions are going to be paid for in her blood and death. That her parents are liars and murderers. Her life is going to be destroyed for nothing she has done. And in the end, when she needs the help of her parents the most, they not only fail her, but they actively obstruct her efforts to save her own life.

The emotional heart of this film is not fear. It’s betrayal. The scenes of death are frightening. And if you don’t believe me, watch the first Nightmare by yourself at night. Preferably far from help. But Nancy’s worst moments are not when her friends die — it’s when her friends die and she is helpless to save them because her parents have purposely stopped her. Nancy’s confrontation with her mother and father are the best emotional notes in the film. The careful revelation of their multiple betrayals is when Nancy’s heart breaks.

But Nancy, like all the slasher heroines, is stronger than even she knows. And she is smart, and she gets through. In Nightmare, Nancy defeats the monster by stepping outside of the game. She refuses to run. Refuses to hide. She refuses to be a part of her familial legacy and demands that she be freed. Not through the assistance of any outside agency, no. But through her own force of will.

Much of this power is subverted in Dream Warriors, aka Nightmare on Elm Street 3. But while it is subverted to keep the fiscal power of the franchise going, I think Wes Craven managed to remain largely faithful to his original vision.

In Nightmare 3 we are introduced to Kristen. Kristen’s situation is perilous from the beginning. She’s not only experiencing the nightmares with which the audience is familiar, but her home life is precarious. Her mother is a more than uncomprehending, she is actively hostile to her daughter. Kristen is, again, bright and motivated, but she is trapped by her age and its attendant lack or real power.

Here’s the thing about power; when you have no small power, you are left with only the big guns. People who are systematically thwarted in their small assertions of autonomy are forced to grander gestures. This is seen again and again in teen fiction. The teen who is prohibited from dancing begins drinking and having sex. The teen who is prevented from dating begins having an affair with a married adult. The teen who is not allowed to dress as they please turn to sex and drugs and rock and roll. This trope is evident even in the teen comedies. In the dramas and the cautionary tales all these escalate towards suicide. The final power, the nuclear option of teen autonomy. If I can exert no other authority in my life, I can at least do this.

Nightmare 3 plays on this in the opening scenes. Kristen’s nightmare blends the reality of her unsatisfactory home life with the threat of Freddy to attempt her death. The attempt is hidden as a suicide attempt, making Kristen’s pleas for understanding and assistance even less plausible, less credible, to her mother and the other adult authorities. When we next see Kristen the adults authorities are in the process of stripping away her last, most basic, physical autonomy. They are going to tie her down and force her to sleep. This removes even the suicide option from her, removes her last defenses against Freddy.

Kristen does receive some help from adults on Nightmare 3. Nancy is now an adult, albeit a very odd one. We are told, very early on, that Nancy is essentially crazy. This reduces her power in the adult world and makes her an effective teen for the narrative purposes. Her other ally, Dr. Gordon, is at first unhelpful and uncomprehending. As his comprehension grows his power at the hospital shrinks. (His last remnant of adult power comes in the odd and not-quite-satisfying confrontation with Nancy’s father.)

Over the course of Nightmare 3 we see adult incomprehension move from obtuse to actively malevolent. The true horror in this film is not the deaths available — spectacular though they may be. The horror in the grinding powerlessness. The disbelief by authority. The willful injuries inflicted on the youths by those who have sworn to care for them.

The Nightmare of Elm Street movies are of a time. Of a place and a genre and a specific moment. They are fables of fear, the fears everyone has of powerlessness. The fears teens have of being trapped in youth and instability. I see that now. But I didn’t then. I learned things from the Nightmare movies, from Wes Craven and Heather Langenkamp and Patricia Arquette. I learned to to solve any problems my friends and I might have by myself, by ourselves. That confidences to adults would be betrayed. That no one would help.


I was, in case it has escaped your notice, Dear Reader, a rather melodramatic teenager. But I did love those movies, I love them still, and I am waiting with elation and dread for Michael Bay’s remake. Elation and dread.


4 Responses

  1. People frequently write fiction to describe, not the world as it is, but the world they either hope for or fear.

    That is a very, very good point.

  2. ugh, we are dealing with mouse infestation too. tried el-cheapo traps: no dice. tried one of those “mice check in but they don’t check out’ jobbies: no dice. just got some plug-in things as hand-me-downs from a friend of friends (who, by the way, live about 2 blocks from you). those have been on duty since sunday night so we don’t yet know whether they’re effective. they’re supposed to make a “shoo” noise that rodents can hear but dogs & humans can’t.

    we think the mice have several access points; does steel wool actually work? any other tips, since you’re clearly a veteran in this war?

    with a 4 month old baby in the house, we do not relish the idea of mouse poop covering all tableware for the foreseeable future. feh.

  3. @Aaron Well, seal the cracks that let the mice get in. Steel wool works well for this because they can’t chew through it. But if they can chew through the surrounding material, not so much. The real drawback is FINDING the places they can get it. Mice can squeeze through cracks as narrow as a pencil.

    Once you have it sealed, live-trapping them and taking them outside works well for us. We smear peanut butter inside a Hav-a-Heart trap and catch a mouse every night until they are gone.


    But, again, if the little buggers just come right back into the house, it’s no good.

  4. thx for the trap tip–will try those. finding their access points is totally the complicating factor–i’ve seen more than one get through an eighth-inch crevice between cupboards & floor.

    have you ever tried leaving a stash of grain outside/away from the house? someone suggested that to us recently–the theory being, they’ll take close/easy food, like a pile at the far end of the yard, before food they have to tunnel through the house for.

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