Absence of much conversation is probably a permanent feature of my style, because the tales I write concern phenomena much more than they concern people.
—H. P. Lovecraft to Natalie H. Wooley, 24 Oct 1933, LRBO 193
“The Colour Out of Space” is one of Lovecraft’s most evocative and best-loved stories. It has been interpreted by different folks as an environmental horror, as a rural Gothic, a precognitive flash of the dangers of nuclear radiation. It was not set in the far ago and the long away; H. P. Lovecraft set most of his horrors in his here and now. In the 1920s and 30s, close to home in Rhode Island, Massachusetts, and New York. They were horrors of the moment, and while he largely eschewed flappers and rumrunners, they took on the syntax of the time and place.
Which makes them interesting to update. How many horror stories would be different, if they took place after the invention of cell phones, or the advent of the internet, birth control pills, the Civil Rights Movement? How might that change the story? Not the phenomenon itself, but the people’s response to the phenomenon. Their perspective and understanding of it.
As is appropriate for a story that’s a reworking of H.P. Lovecraft’s “The Colour Out of Space,” “Violet is the Color of Your Energy” is named after two songs centered on color: 311’s laidback, beachy “Amber,” and Hole’s angry, feminist “Violet.” I doubt that MRA types would like this story. In my defense, though, “The Colour Out of Space” practically demanded a feminist revision. It’s fundamentally a story about a cranky farmer who keeps his family increasingly isolated, then imprisoned, resulting in the deaths of all. There’s a neighbor who seems to check in a lot. Oh yeah, and something’s off about the water and the crops. And the woman locked in the attic is the crazy one?
—Nadia Bulkin, “Violet is the Color of Your Energy” [The Playlist]
Nadia Bulkin’s “Violet is the Color of Your Energy” is, in effect, a contemporary re-telling of “The Colour Out of Space.” One that leaves out Arkham, and shifts the point of view focus to Abigail Gardner (née Cuzak), who followed her college-educated husband to Cripple Creek to try and make a go of an old-fashioned family farm. The shift in time and space and perspective skews the story from the phenomenon (Lovecraft’s interest) to the individual. Zeroes in from the impersonal observation of everything going on to the very personal look at how this phenomenon affects Abby and her relationship with her husband and children.
“Are you sleeping with him?”
“What?” her voice broke. “Nate, the boys are right . . . .”
His shout punched down like a hammer of God. “Answer me, Abby! Was this some whore’s bargain? Said you’d jump into bed if he’d just cut your poor idiot husband a break?”
—Nadia Bulkin, “Violet is the Color of Your Energy” in She Walks In Shadows 39
The result is something like Christina’s World by Andrew Wyeth in prose. Things said and unsaid. A woman trapped by the decisions she’s made, the man she trusted, until she has no decisions left at all; yet this is not a morality play about a woman who made the wrong decision. Something is happening, something he won’t tell her about. This isn’t just a tale of spousal abuse, or stress turned to paranoia. Something happened, in the opening paragraph, reverberating throughout the short story. Something that works, unseen, on the corn, the animals, the water, her husband…and her.
If you haven’t read “The Colour Out of Space,” the ending might be confusing. A Shirley Jackson-esque non sequitur, like a needle skipping across a record, jumping straight to the last track. It is like a variant telling of an old and familiar myth, reminiscent of “His Mouth Will Taste Of Wormwood” (1990) by Poppy Z. Brite in that sense. Not a replacement for Lovecraft’s story, but a complement to it; an old campfire tale told to a new generation of campers, a riff on the old motif, recycled and made new again.
Boys and dogs alike asked for things—food, drink—and eventually, after the sun began to set, Teddy put down his American History book and asked for an explanation of Croatoan.
—Nadia Bulkin, “Violet is the Color of Your Energy” in She Walks In Shadows 39
There is a certain synchronicity between “Violet is the Color of Your Energy” and the 2019 film The Color Out of Space; both seek to update and adapt Lovecraft’s text, both keep the story small, centered on what a small family farm looks like in the 2010s, the breakdown that occurs as something happens beyond their control or capability to understand. The beats are not the same, but they’re working in a similar groove with a sense of isolation and desperation. Of things that have suddenly and inexplicably gone wrong, and the added stress has cracked the facade of normality, to show that maybe, things weren’t right this entire time.
“Violet is the Color of Your Energy” by Nadia Bulkin was first published in She Walks In Shadows (2015), and republished in the paperback edition Cthulhu’s Daughters (2016), as well as Year’s Best Weird Fiction: Volume Three (2016), and Bulkin’s collection She Said Destroy (2017).
Bobby Derie is the author of Weird Talers: Essays on Robert E. Howard and Others and Sex and the Cthulhu Mythos .
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Nahum Gardner didn’t keep his family isolated. At that time, people weren’t hopping in the car for a trip to town every week (if not more often), or talking a lot on the phone. Even in the 1920s, many people didn’t have cars, and the events on the farm took place in the late 1800s, when cars were expensive novelties. When they did go to town, it was for church, other town activities, or to buy supplies. Anything forgotten was done without until the next trip. The rest of the time, they were at home or maybe visiting neighbors.
Neighbors checked on each other when they could. Ammi Peirce was probably the closest one, so he could come around often, and the two families no doubt helped each other out.
Nowadays, we can pick up the phone or go online and find experts for nearly everything, or get help from government agencies, fairly quickly. Not so back then. Besides, the changes to the plants and animals were so slow and sometimes subtle that people only noticed that things were ‘off.’ By the time ‘off’ turned to ‘very bad’ it was too late.
Maybe Nahum was one of those people who didn’t like asking for help outside of harvesting his crops. As long as things were just ‘odd,’ there was no reason to. Then maybe he worried about talk when his sons disappeared. And then his own mind shattered.
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