At the moment I have a totally healthy obsession with the Sookie Stackhouse mysteries by Charlaine Harris, the novels that have become the HBO phenomenon known as “True Blood.” I say my obsession is healthy because it’s my staple obsession, going back to childhood: My absolute and utter fascination and love of the supernatural. Monsters, vampires, werewolves, Spirits, witches, fairies…you name the creature, I have a thing for it. Magic and all things related to the magical realm of life are my constant and consistent sources of inspiration. I simply cannot get enough of them.
My current obsession with Sookie Stackhouse’s world is the almost banality of supernatural creatures’ existences. Unlike the adaptation, which thrives on the “otherness” of magical creatures, the books very matter-of-factly introduce supernatural character after magical character, without even pause for a, “Say what?!”
The normalness of supernatural creatures’ presences in Sookie’s Bon Temps is my favorite thing about these stories so far, probably because for me the supernatural side of life was never very “super”-natural, it just seemed natural-natural. Living in Prague, and especially in the winter, we see vampires pretty much every day. The occasional werewolf appears in Chateau, and not to mention the intense hauntedness of this city: Every corner has its own ghosts, some good and some wicked evil, but here nonetheless. Witches are pretty much a staple anywhere in the world.
Prague has a long history of torture and death, and the city was built over itself so many times it’s hard to avoid that intense energy. The Metro is a place in town I never, never go because of how it affects me. I get sick to my stomach, dizzy, disoriented, and more than any of those uncomfortable side effects, every cell in my body screams for me to get out of there immediately. The other day I was renewing my tram pass and noticed a blind man whose seeing-eye-dog was refusing to enter the Metro. He kept screaming at the dog to go inside, but the moment the dog reached the doorway he would balk, shiver and put his tail between his legs, then getting up and trying to lead the man away. Oh yeah, that dog totally knew something was not right. Always trust dogs when it comes to the supernatural, man.
For me, life wouldn’t be complete without a touch of the supernatural. So what about you, Dear Reader? Do you have a similar supernatural fetish? What experiences have you had that begged a magical explanation? I’d love to hear!