Over the past few years, and especially since the recent movie, The Backrooms have become the go-to for liminal spaces and liminal horror. However, there is a 1964 story that gets at the same fears, while offering some insight where they come from. The parlance and vocabulary are a relic of their time and feel odd at times, but the story remains readily accessible.
An unnamed protagonist (referred to only as “he”) lives a comfortable life in a nice city, but is spending beyond his means. He pays with “charge” (aka credit card) and feels “giddy with self-indulgence” as he buys “fancy groceries,” several books, and then tosses a coin to decide on his last stop in the shopping a gallery: a tailor for a new suit or the top floor cafe for a treat.
It ends up being the treat, so up he goes, enjoys that dessert (baklava) and then starts the what the title suggest: his descent back down. He is so familiar with escalators in this store, referred to as “Underwoods,” that he reads one of his new books as he goes down. When he makes it to each landing, he walks over to the next section of escalator without looking up from the book he is so enthralled in…
It’s only when he’s on page 55 that something feels odd… he’s on another landing… he feels he reads roughly a page per minute, so has he been on the escalator for nearly an hour? And where is everyone? What floor is he on?
This is only page 4 of the edition I read and the remaining 10 pages are the liminal horror. I found it surprisingly well done for a time when the concept was far from what it is today. I haven’t read into the biography and works of author Thomas M. Disch, but he did have much to draw from in his time. Folk tales of impossible paths in the forest, ancient castles, even Lovecraft who described impossible (albeit alien) places. The interesting thing here is that Disch puts all that into into a modern shopping center. Given the time of writing, 1964, a 15-story shopping gallery with full escalator access was a novelty. So much like the famous “backrooms” image that took empty commercial space and made it into a nightmare with a short paragraph, here we have 14 pages of initially lively commercial space that inexplicably empties.
Why? When exactly? In liminal horror fashion, that’s quite never answered, but certainly open to discussion and I’ll start!
Commercial spaces are huge and impersonal, almost purely transactional, so the man fell behind. He lives alone, so has lack of social connection. On page 1 he has a credit card bill for the very store he’s going to, but ignores it for more shopping, so has racked up debt. His narration barely mentions anyone else at the shopping gallery, aka Underwoods, so he’s totally focuses on material goods.
We’re well into the 2020s and those are still very real problems people face and many are overwhelmed by them as they become too hard to manage and fall out of our control.
Congrats on the release, Francis. Stunted sounds like a powerful story. What made you decide to write this as a memoir rather than a screenplay?