THE VHS TAPES waited inside a small pull-out cabinet. Thin adhesive panels on the cabinet’s sides gave the chipboardthe appearance of polished, solid wood. The heavy inner drawer rolled smoothly on its track to reveal the row of tapes,each with a hand-lettered label—some in my mother’s careful italics but many in the large block letters of my father’shand. As a long-haul truck driver in the pre-GPS early ’90s, my father was responsible for manually logging his trips inan oversize ledger when he got home. Those block letters spelled out maps like secret codes: I-77 S PICK UP, 460 E, I 77But his writing on these tapes looked very different:N DETROIT. FRANKENSTEIN. DRACULA. THE MUMMY. THEWOLF MAN.
To Taylor the VHS tapes are like a secret world. She ties the horror movies to a connection with her father and they foreshadow themes of this work.