Friday, July 14, 2017

Burnt Offerings by Robert Marasco (1973): Ride Ride Ride in a Long Black Limousine

The house was absolutely essential, 
a vital part of herself 
which she recognized immediately. 

There's no getting around it, and if you've read  it (or seen the movie adaptation), I'd wager the most memorable aspect of Burnt Offerings (Dell Books/Mar 1974) by Robert Marasco has to be that chauffeur driving a limousine, a suave harbinger of luxurious death. One of the "four horseman" of the early 1970s horror apocalypse—you see the other three guilty parties named on this cover—Burnt Offerings is remembered only by the die-hard horror fans, but I'm not sure how beloved it is. Marasco's novel is a staid, stately, slow-burn exploration of domestic ruin; it offers the mildest of chills with the very occasional horror set-piece. It's a modified haunted-house novel; there are no ghosts, no rattling chains, but an overarching evil power nonetheless.

Marasco (1936 - 1998)

New York City sucked in the '70s and it sucked especially in the summer back when A/C wasn't a commonplace household item. Everyone was looking to get out (a bit of a theme in vintage horror) and if you could afford it, renting a summer home was tops. Knowing she can't spend another sweltering season in their Queens apartment, Marian Rolfe finds and shows her husband Ben an ad in the paper about a countryside home to rent "for the right people," (Ben hears a dog whistle and comments racist pigs but Marian is not dissuaded). Along with their young son David in tow, they drive the couple hours upstate, out of the city, and find a home, a mansion, an estate really, set back in foresty wilds. Towering above them, ballustraded and pavillioned and mullioined and multi-storeyed, it leaves the Rolfes with jaws agape. Yet on close inspection there is much wear and tear; a mortal sin, Marian thinks.

Once inside—even more astonishing than outside—they meet the caretaker Walker and then the eccentric Allardyce siblings, sixty-ish, who chat and charm and finally do the hard sell:

"And, God, Brother!" Miss Allardyce said, "—it comes alive—tell them that, tell them what it's like in the summer." 
"They wouldn't believe it... It's beyond anything you ever seen..."

But they needn't have bothered for Marian, and they even raise the price from the unbelievably low $700 for the summer to a still-unbelievable $900. And then comes the hitch, the hitch Ben has suspected: the Allardyces' "dear darling" Mother, "a woman solid as this rock of a house." She lives in an upstairs room, locked away, and will remain so even while the Rolfes live there. All you have to do, the Allardyces explain, is leave her a meal tray three times a day. They'll never even see her. No one who rented the house in previous summers—and there have been plenty!—ever saw her either. Surely there is nothing to be concerned about? Marian can sense the greatness beneath the disarray and disuse, the greatness that she can bring out and restore over their stay. And stay they do, even inviting along Ben's old yet still lively and independent Aunt Elizabeth.

Ben remains aloof from the house; an introspective, rational English teacher, he hopes to prepare for his fall courses but never seems to get around to it. For too long he cannot put his finger on the change in Marian's behavior. Marian becomes fascinated by the extensive photos of faces from Mother Allardyce's past which decorate her sitting room; Marian will sit there in a wingback chair when she delivers meals, rarely touched, to the old woman's bedroom door. That door is carved with elaborate decoration (referenced in cover art), shifting in the light, almost hypnotic. Soon Marian lies to both Ben and Aunt Elizabeth that she's actually spoken to and seen Mother, and then even begins eating her food....

Marian spends hours cleaning, polishing, dusting, rearranging, bringing the house to life, as it were. Clocks begin ticking again, the pool filter starts working, the neglected gardens spring back to lushness. A rift begin in the Rolfes' marriage ("Christ, it's a rented house, it's two months...." "Don't remind me."), and their sex life dissolves in several rather unpleasant scenes that are too tame to be truly disturbing (All Marian could think was "Let him come, for Christ's sake let him come. Now."). Things aren't good between little David and his parents: he and his father are playing around in the pool when Ben suddenly gets seriously violent, shocking poor Aunt Elizabeth who watches helplessly till David has to practically wallop his dad in the mouth with a diving mask. Afterwards, Ben feels like he's hallucinating, as an old image haunts him in reality:

There was a dream—the playback of an image really—which had been recurring, whenever he was on the verge of illness, ever since his childhood. The dream itself was  symptom of illness, as valid as an ache or a queasy feeling or a fever. The details were always the same: the throbbing first, like a heartbeat, which became the sound of motor idling; then the limousine; then, behind the tinted glass, the vague figure of the chauffeur.... What's death? —he'd have to say a black limousine with its motor idling and a chauffeur waiting behind the tinted glass.

1974 French edition

And poor little Davey! The astute reader will wonder why more emphasis wasn't put on his view of the proceedings. He hurts himself climbing on some rocks the very first visit to the house, his dad tries to kill him playing in the pool, his mom's hair turns grey then white, his beloved Aunt Elizabeth is showing her fragility more and more. One night, somehow, the gas in his room is turned on and he almost dies (again!) in a harrowing bit. Marian suspects Aunt Elizabeth, who's actually a sweet character and you hate to see her so upset by Marian's hints. Things don't go well for Elizabeth after that, but that does provide one of the novel's few shock scenes.

In distressed vain Ben watches his wife drift from him, the house assuming a larger and larger psychic area in her mind and in her life: "It is the house. As crazy as it sounds, I know it's the house." "How is that possible, Ben?" "I don't know." "If it were true, darling, if I could believe what you're saying—God, don't you think we'd leave? I'd drag us all out of here so fast. But it's a house, nothing more than a house...." So yes, as the novel begins its descent into the maelstrom, as it were, and we wonder like Marian what the deal is with Mother Allardyce, we're rather drained by all the steps we've taken to get here. We will meet her, in a way, and I found the climax—"Burn it! Burn it out of me!"—and denouement to be a satisfying, eerie conclusion, open-ended but fair play to the final line.

We have to remember this was a mainstream novel aimed at general readers who gobbled up, I dunno, Jonathan Livingston Seagull, Love StoryValley of the DollsThe Flame and the Flower, you know the names, and not just those other apocalyptic horsemen. Modern readers may be frustrated with the holding-pattern narrative: too many implied threats, too many indecisive arguments, and experienced horror fans already know what's going on, what's been going on, but Marasco is not a genre writer, and there's nothing in Burnt Offerings that would make you think he'd  read any horror.

I felt the same about Blatty and The Exorcist, but Blatty is a much more powerful, visceral writer. Ira Levin would've used this scenario to score some ironic points about the expected role of women in married life, or the perils of being a renter. Tom Tryon might not have kept Mother Allardyce hidden away, or delved deeper into the physical and psychological obsessions. But as it is, Robert Marasco has written a quiet, polite "horror" novel decidedly of its time, with barest minimum notes of blood and madness. And I mean the bare minimum. I wish he'd gone darker, deeper, with the chauffeur and the limo; it's quite a creepy concept but still feels somehow reserved.

Personally I don't rate or enjoy Burnt Offerings as much as those three other works of the same era, nor as highly as similar titles like The House Next DoorThe Shining, or The Elementals. When I first read it back in 1994, I was deeply unimpressed. Then again I was reading some powerhouse stuff at the time: Haunting of Hill HouseOur Lady of DarknessGrimscribe, as I recall. This reread, I found it to be more agreeable, but it is not gonna scare the bejabbers out of you, nor is it unputdownable or scarifyingly chilling—all those quoted blurbs are so much PR hot air—but it is an integral work of the pre-King horror-bestseller era. Perhaps it is subtler and more sophisticated than I'm giving it credit for and my brain muscles are just atrophied from reading too much, well, horror fiction. Burnt Offerings is a work that can reward the patient, thorough reader, and remains in print today. You could spend your summer worse places.

Valancourt Books, 2015

7 comments:

John said...

I've had a copy of Burnt Offerings (the edition at the top of your post) sitting on my bookshelf for ages. I will have to read it. I thought your statement about the story being a "slow-burn exploration of domestic ruin" quite apt. As for the movie, I saw it when it was first telecast, and have to say that I wasn't all that impressed. There were a couple of creepy scenes, but I think the cast of Oliver Reed and Karen Black saved it from the dark and vacant void of TV movie purgatory. I've watched it a few more times since then and appreciate it much more, which seems to indicate it is appreciated by more mature audiences.

Griff said...

I know the movie sure scared me badly as a kid.

Space-Badger13 said...

Just finished it up this weekend - great quiet horror for the summer - nothing ground breaking but still highly enjoyable.

Astroboymn said...

I love Burnt Offerings and always will. I grew up in the 70's with slow burn horror and feel the book works beautifully. But I didn't care much for Marasco's follow up thriller, Parlor Games.

Will Errickson said...

I definitely agree w your assessment of the film adaptation. Rewatching it last Halloween season I dug it quite a bit more than first viewing--when yes it did seem all too much like a TV movie.

Aerialgrrrl said...

I think your review missed a lot of the social class/climbing elements of the story; not dissimilar to what Anne Rivers Siddon's was doing in 'The House Next Door' (although I'm still not sure whether it was intentional or not.)
I learnt a true life-lesson from 'Burnt Offerings' - housework kills.

Jett said...

I love the book and the movie but there are flaws in the movie,such as the occasional overemoting of both Karen Black and Oliver Reed, although they are good,they needed to be reined in a little more,especially Reed,who was drunk during much of it, and allegedly got young Lee H.Montgomery who played his son drunk too!
The main problem with the movie is the scenes that are left out, such as Roz telling Marion as they leave the house she would hate to lose them but there are others, Marion's decision to stay in the house after Aunt Elizabeth dies and her finding Elizabeth's picture up in the sitting room when Ben and David are away at the funeral when she goes up there wondering if Mrs.Allardyce will come out now. When Marion sees the picture of Aunt Elizabeth she's ready to leave the house until she dissuades herself, or the house psychically dissuades her, and she hears Mrs.Allardyce moving behind the bedroom door. Another scene that should have been filmed is Ben searching the house before he tries to leave with David and finding the greenhouse restored to its beauty and then fleeing with David, Walker the handyman returning to give Marion a pep talk, and Marion begging Mrs.Allardyce to burn out of her anything keeping her from meeting her.
Another scene that doesn't work as well as it should is the scene with Ben and Marion by the pool where he's so distressed by her sudden dislike of him sexually that he tries to persuade her to make love to him, but she sees the old lady's bedroom window with the light on above over his shoulder and is too frightened to. In the book, Ben is so uncertain of himself and traumatized by having nearly drowned David that he thinks he's scared Marion and she was afraid he was having another blackout and was going to rape her. He hasn't figured out that the house is possessing her and that's why she finds him so repulsive sexually all of a sudden and our heart kind of breaks for him, but in the movie he's played by boorish gorilla Oliver Reed, who grabs Karen Black and throws her down on the lawn with all the romance of a rottweiler jumping a poodle in heat, and with Reed's rape scene in Ken Russell's Women In Love still in most people's minds, it's kind of hard to feel sorry for him when he's rejected for sex. In the movie, he isn't concerned at all with whether or not he frightened Marion. He's just pissed off he didn't get laid and knows immediately it's because something's wrong with her, hence his angrily putting a cigarette out on one of her precious cups and saucers the next morning!
Speaking of Ben and Marion's deteriorating sex life, another scene missing is the scene where Ben and Marion spend their first night together in the summer house, and Marion is secretly horrified to see Ben naked in bed and expecting sex and can barely endure it,secretly willing him to hurry up and finish,and afterward she goes to the shower and scrubs herself like she's just been touched by a rabid skunk! That shows something's wrong with Marion immediately, and should have been in the movie.

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