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When his TV series Afterlife hit the screens several years later, I watched it avidly. If you haven’t seen it, I recommend that you buy the DVDs and do so—it’s brilliant. The very last episode, in particular, is one of the most emotionally affecting hours of TV drama I have ever seen. A sublime piece of writing, it somehow manages to encapsulate exactly what it means to be a human being, examining the nature of love and loss and mortality not only with an unflinching directness, but also with a tenderness and sensitivity rarely seen on TV.
Fast forward another year or so, to the 2007 World Horror Convention. That year’s event was being held in Toronto, and my very good friend, Tim Lebbon, and I had arranged to fly out together. When, a month or two before the flight, Tim mentioned not only that he knew Stephen Volk, but that he had persuaded him to attend the convention, and that he would, therefore, be flying out with us, I admit I was a little in awe. I was excited about meeting Steve, but because of his dauntingly impressive movie and TV credits—here was a man who had worked with Ken Russell and William Friedkin, for God’s sake!—I expected him to be not only a debonair and sophisticated man of the world, but also hard-nosed, confident, super-professional, perhaps even somewhat cynical.
What I didn’t expect— and I don’t know why—was a man who was just as much of an excitable and enthusiastic fan of the genre as Tim and I were. What I didn’t expect was a man who was both open and open-minded, unassuming, personable, sensitive, empathetic, respectful of the work and opinions of others, and who liked nothing better than relaxing with friends and having a good laugh. To say that Steve and I hit it off immediately is an understatement. As soon as we met I felt instantly at ease with him, and by the time we arrived in Toronto after a seven or eight hour flight, I felt as if I’d known him for years.
And now, less than five years later, I can quite honestly say that he is one of my best mates. We and our respective wives spend hugely enjoyable weekends at one another’s houses, we communicate on an almost daily basis, and he’s one of the small handful of people that I feel I can turn to when things aren’t going so well, and with whom I can be totally honest—and I’m pretty sure that he feels the same about me.
We’re also mutual admirers of one another’s work, though that doesn’t mean that we constantly tell each other how unreservedly wonderful the other’s output is. If there’s something that doesn’t work for either of us, then we say so, knowing that it won’t lead to resentment or bitterness. Despite his excellent pedigree, and his undoubted talent, Steve is just as insecure about his work as every other writer I know—which, in terms of his short stories and novellas, is perhaps not surprising when you consider that, after years of almost exclusively writing scripts, it is only comparatively recently that he has devoted more time to prose fiction.
In my opinion, however, he has absolutely nothing to worry about; the prose ‘branch’ of this wonderful genre of ours is all the richer for his input. Over the past few years Steve has produced a good number of excellent short stories (31/10, After the Ape, In the Colosseum and White Butterflies are the ones that spring most readily to mind as superb examples of his craft) and a novella, Vardoger, a waking nightmare which utilises that old horror trope, the evil doppelganger, to great effect.
And now you are lucky enough to hold in your hands what I believe is not only his longest, but also his best piece of prose work to date. I was enormously flattered and honoured when Steve asked me to write the Afterword to his ‘Peter Cushing novella’, Whitstable, though I admit that I felt a little anxious too. What if I didn’t like it? What if I didn’t find it a fitting tribute to Peter Cushing? What if I felt that Steve had been unable to capture the great man’s essence and personality?
I needn’t have worried, because I honestly, hand on heart, believe that Whitstable is a truly wonderful piece of work—one, in fact, which deserves to win awards. Not only is it a beautifully sensitive and utterly convincing evocation of Peter Cushing at a specific moment in his life—namely the days and weeks following the death of his beloved wife —it is also an incredibly clever, moving and compelling story in its own right.
The skill with which the luridly melodramatic depiction of evil in Hammer movie The Vampire Lovers is paralleled with the grubby banality and far more complex psychology of evil in the real world is absolutely masterful. Similarly, both the close parallels and the colossal differences between the dashing and energetic Van Helsing, portrayed by Cushing on screen, and the shattered, grief-stricken, emaciated old man that he became after Helen’s death is touchingly and exquisitely realised. What comes across most evocatively in this instance, I think, is the author’s deep love and respect for both the actor and the man, and the inference that, regardless of whether he was playing a role or simply being himself, Peter Cushing was a hero in the truest sense of the word.
As well as being a riveting story and a deeply affectionate, note-perfect characterisation of a legendary actor, Whitstable is also a raw and uncompromising study of absolute love and devotion, and irrevocable, devastating loss. Helen Cushing died in 1971, and from that moment until his own death twenty-three years later, Peter wanted nothing more than to be reunited with his wife. He grieved for her constantly, and in 1986 even arranged for a rose to be named after her. The still-surviving film footage of Peter Cushing choosing and naming the Helen Cushing Rose is intensely moving.
Peter Cushing later admitted that he did contemplate suicide several times after Helen’s death, but resisted the temptation not only because—thoughtful as ever—he didn’t think it fair to leave someone else to clear up the grisly mess, but also because in her last letter to him, Helen had urged him to live life to the full in the sure promise that eventually, when God willed it, they would be reunited. Peter took her words to heart, and thank goodness he did, not only for his own sake, but for all the people —myself among them—whose lives have been enriched by many of the movies he made after 1971, personal favourites of which include Tales From the Crypt, Fear in the Night, The Creeping Flesh, Asylum, From Beyond the Grave and, of course, Star Wars.
All being well, the release of this novella should coincide with what would have been Peter Cushing’s 100th birthday. I, for one, can’t think of a more fitting tribute for one of Britain’s most accomplished and well-loved actors than Stephen Volk’s elegant and heartrending tale.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I could not have written this story without the precious local knowledge given me by Gordon Larkin, Brian Hadler, and Whitstable Museum.
It was also a rare gift to have the encouragement of Jonathan Rigby, Simon Kurt Unsworth and David Pirie (as well as their rigorous notes). Wayne Kinsey, Uwe Sommerlad and Tony Earnshaw all pointed me to crucial improvements, Charles Prepolec and Anne Billson drew my attention to some outstanding interviews, and John L. Probert and Thana Niveau shared a classic film I hadn’t seen before. Thanks are also due to Tim Lebbon, Helen Marshall, Mark West, and especially to Mark Morris for providing a fitting Afterword, as I knew he would. I’m also indebted to Simon Marshall-Jones and Ben Baldwin for helping this project along its way.
Needless to say, Cushing’s two volumes of memoir, An Autobiography and Past Forgetting were invaluable, as was a re-watching of the AIP/Hammer Films Production The Vampire Lovers (1970), directed by Roy Ward Baker from a screenplay by Harry Fine, Tudor Gates and Michael Style from the story “Carmilla” by Sheridan Le Fanu.
It is, of course, to “The Gentle Man of Horror”, Saint Peter, this small volume of fiction is inadequately – but respectfully – dedicated.
Stephen Volk
Bradford on Avon,
February 2013
www.stephenvolk.net
Praise for Whitstable
“A brilliantly written and finely detailed character piece with an uncomfortable undercurrent of modern day horror… so honest and human than even readers unfamiliar with Cushing will find this an extremely powerful read” HellBound Times
“Possibly the most
touching tale that we have had the privilege to review… Whitstable effortlessly blurs reality and fiction in a beautifully realised tale of good versus evil… A must read; not only for fans of Cushing but lovers of great writing in general” Geek Syndicate
“The sensitivity, technical virtuosity and razor-sharp wit of the author’s storytelling make Whitstable an entertaining, emotionally resonant and insightful read… Stephen Volk is at the top of his game… An enthusiastic salute to a towering figure in British cinema, a perceptive exploration of the link between imagined and experienced horror, and one of the most gripping and original stories you’ll read this year” Andy Hedgecock (co-Fiction Editor, Interzone)
“Stephen Volk has produced a novella that works both as a gripping thriller and as a beautiful and heart-breaking tribute to one of horror’s finest stars… Very few books have actually caused tears to well up in my eyes. The love and respect that the author has for Peter Cushing is laid bare on the pages, and as a reader you cannot help but become totally immersed in this poignant tale” Jim McLeod, Ginger Nuts of Horror
“Elegant, moving and absolutely magnificent” Simon Kurt Unsworth
“Peter Cushing was my first hero, and in my opinion Stephen Volk has done something heroic by putting the man who fought onscreen monsters at the heart of a very human drama. Sad, tinged with a palpable sense of loss, beautifully written, and blessed with an unerring eye for crucial detail, Whitstable is a story to savour. If I may be so bold, I’m convinced that Peter Cushing would have approved” Gary McMahon
“A wonderful piece” David Pirie, author of A Heritage of Horror: The English Gothic Cinema
“I loved Whitstable! It’s a beautiful love letter to a man, a genre, and an era that means so much to those of us of a certain age” Mick Garris, producer, Masters of Horror
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