Posted November 10, 2024 by Chloe Majstorovic
My First Encounter with the Gothic: Chloe Majstorovic
Before I read Matthew Lewis’ The Monk, I had read many more ‘tame’ classics. Pride and Prejudice, A Tale of Two Cities, Gulliver’s Travels. Whilst these tales delighted me —and remain to this day some of my favourites— they in no way prepared me for my first encounter with the Gothic.
I read The Monk in my first year of university. Studying English Literature, I was prepared to encounter unfamiliar fiction. But nothing could have prepared me for The Monk.
I learned quickly that the novel’s haunted convents, angelic heroines and impossibly evil villains were stock standard features of the Gothic mode, but starting with The Monk was like missing a step on a staircase and stumbling directly into the supernatural madness of an entire new world.
Twenty pages in, I was immersed in a dark unreality of barbaric madness encased safely in the moonlit gardens and deep stone walls of the novel’s convent. Lewis’ currency is Catholicism, the sanctity of which is traded for supernatural horror that squeezes shock and disgust from the reader like oil from a rag. Nothing about the novel was familiar. The characters were too vivid, the setting removed just far enough from the rationality of English society to allow any number of transgressive supernaturalisms to slip in. One character became another, then another. A pious Monk breaks his vows, the devil dashes him over the rocks. A convent burns down and order is restored to the wild novel.
I felt so far from home, filled with such excitement, shock and awe I could hardly believe the world of the Gothic was real; not only, real but possessing such a rich history of absurd and uncanny horror, the likes of which are hardly matched by our media today.
The Gothic mode is exciting —particularly to encounter for the first time— because it is entirely new; an outlet from the rationality of normalcy. The mode subverts the modern reader’s expectation of the rigid inaccessibility of classic literature. Rather, The Monk and the Gothic mode more broadly reflect a desperate desire to incite chaos. Lewis’ novel feels alive because it is so unreal, so bent on the Gothic mission to subvert reality that it never rests; striving to welcome us back to barbarity, the Gothic dances with horror and fear to outdo even its fellow preceding fictions. To disrupt society beyond the point of recognition, creating a world more insane than the last.
There is nothing quite like one’s first Gothic read. To this day, nothing I encounter beats the shock of The Monk’s horror. Such excitement is perhaps only matched by knowing that the rest of such a brilliant mode lies at my fingertips, guarded by ghosts and promises of hellish delights.