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Gothic goodies

English major Michael Johnstone wins Varma Prize

- November 2, 2007

Michael Johnstone
Michael Johnstone reads his story dressed as a zombie/student at the end of term. (David McNeil photo)

Michael Johnstone doesn鈥檛 usually write in the voice of the dead, but he鈥檚 glad he decided to try.

A fourth-year English major, Mr. Johnstone won first place in the department鈥檚 second annual Varma Prize competition in Gothic writing. His story, 鈥淭he Embalming Girl鈥 and written specifically for the contest, was rewarded with a $500 cash prize.

The inspiration for his macabre tragedy came from his research into the gothic genre.

鈥淚 was looking at other gothic works and kept coming across romance as one of the driving themes,鈥 he explains. 鈥淚 really like writing about contrasting things like death and love. So I put together this story about unrequited love in a funeral home.鈥

David McNeil, associate professor of English, says that Mr. Johnstone鈥檚 story stood out among the 30 entries: 鈥淚t was high on all of our lists. It struck us as clever, polished, engaging and not clich茅d. It was immediately communicable.鈥

Dr. McNeil calls the Varma Prize a 鈥渕icrofiction contest鈥 because the short stories or poems submitted had to be less than 250 words, something that Mr. Johnstone found a challenge. 鈥淭he first draft was about five pages long, something like 1,300 words,鈥 he says. 鈥淭he longest part of writing it was just pruning it down to get it within the word length. But it turned out really well because of it 鈥 every word counts and every word has its purpose.鈥

The Varma Prize is named for the late Devendra Varma, one of the world鈥檚 foremost experts in gothic literature who taught at 麻豆传媒 for 31 years. The cash prizes are made possible by a donation from William Blakeney, an alumnus who wanted to preserve the memory of Dr. Varma鈥檚 contributions to the gothic genre and 麻豆传媒.

鈥淒r. Varma epitomized the importance of the theatrical in teaching and engaging students, in doing something that students will remember for years to come,鈥 says Dr. McNeil. He knows of alumni who tell stories about Dr. Varma 20 years later, even if they remember little else from their undergrad years: 鈥淭here鈥檚 something to be said for that.鈥

The Varma Prize winners were announced Halloween evening at a 鈥淰armania Celebration鈥 at the Grawood Lounge. Second prize and $150 went to Laura Hochman for 鈥淭he Prayer,鈥 while Alyson Coy won third prize and $100 for 鈥淰ampire Since Birth.鈥 All three read their stories at the event alongside several other entrants. As for Mr. Johnstone, he plans to keep experimenting with different forms and genres of writing and is considering using his winnings on a laptop to help him do so.

The Embalming Girl


By Michael Johnstone

The girl stood next to the frozen corpse and stared. We would have both taken a long, measured breath, only I was dead. So she breathed alone. Why did she not begin? I was the deceased, and she, the young embalmer, artist of perfecting death. The relationship was clear. But her hand remained as still as mine.

Death, I have learned, is much like life. A drifting carnival of pauses. I tingled, posthumously, for the moment when her touch would grace the stiffened remains of my mortal existence.

I first saw her at the funeral of my father only days before. My obscene infatuation began as she opened his coffin and brushed the hair from his sealed eyes. Her hands loved only the dead. I would have died to be at the mercy of her touch.

And so I did.

That night I emptied my heart through my wrists and drifted from mortal existence. I made myself pale for her. Now she stood above me, ready to cleanse my immortal lust. But her eyes were different now. She stared at my wrists and turned to the man I failed to notice. Her words will reverberate through my perpetual term in hell.

"I'm not ready for a suicide yet. Such a disgusting waste. Can you take this one, sweetheart?" Her fianc茅 nodded, and began to wash away my offering of blood.

As she walked away, I commenced a scream that would not end until the universe collapsed.