“He had already lost some of his life-like luster, particularly below his knees where I could almost see through him.” Journey Into The Kingdom (Valentine’s Day) “Frightened of leaving the children too long with madmen about, …”Ī dense and textured fable, but paradoxically expressed in a simple way – blending Katherine Mansfield and Angela Carter? The previous story had ‘Holiday’ as a character’s name, here a ‘real’ holiday? The process of growing into what one wonders can exist, amost like cancer growing, a prehensile creative-writing paper chase that is so utterly utterly poignant…about how to pre-figure death and departure with one’s animal soul from those other animal souls one loves, wrapped round with genuine constructive obscurity or randomness. This is coupled with the past’s ‘baggage’ weighing down the evocation of such ghosts (with telling interruptions from more detached characters), ‘baggage’ within the pecking-order of narration at whatever collusive or non-collusive remove. I assume but do not know that only a woman as head-lease author could write through this narrator (as if the narrator, especially when dressed as a clown, is ‘her’ ‘real’ ‘imaginary friend’). In common with my normal practice, I shall be giving my real-time impressions of the stories in this book, without first reading the book’s introduction or knowing anything about the book at all other than it was recommended to me by people I trust.Ī tender evocation – by a male protagonist narrator – of ghosts in his house, reminding me of how I imagine children’s traditional ‘imaginary friends’ to resemble – ghosts that, if real, would importune him. In either case, I hope it gives a useful or interesting perspective.Īll my real-time reviews are linked from here: You may wish (i) to take that risk and read my review before or during your own reading of the book, or (ii) to wait until you have finished reading it. There is no guarantee how long it will take to complete this review, whether days or years.ĬAVEAT: Spoilers are not intended but there may be inadvertent ones. I’m due to start below another of my gradual real-time reviews, turning leitmotifs into a gestalt.Īnd it is of the 164 page hardback book entitled ‘HOLIDAY’ by M.
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