Post by ramseycampbell on Feb 24, 2015 12:12:05 GMT
Don't call me lazy if I quote myself...
'I find this as hard to believe as anybody would, but when I wrote “The Chimney” I didn’t know it was autobiographical. It was conceived on Christmas Day 1972, after Jenny and I had watched that splendid tale of television terror The Stone Tape. “Child afraid of Santa Claus – Perhaps from a very early age has associated horror with the large fireplace in his bedroom? His parents tell him of Santa Claus – But when they tell him the truth about SC, the horror comes flooding back – And something’s always moving in there towards Christmas – He sees it emerge each year: but this year he sees it in more detail…” I got as far as the charred apparition but not, at this stage, its real identity (which, as David Drake pointed out, it has in common with L. P. Hartley’s “Someone in the Lift”, a tale I’d read back in the early fifties). Often my ideas lie low for years, and I didn’t start “The Chimney” until 20 June 1975, finishing it on the 27th. Only when I read the tale aloud at Jack Sullivan’s apartment on the Upper West Side years later did I remember how terrified I’d been on most Christmas Days of my childhood—not by Santa Claus but by having to go upstairs and knock on a bedroom door to invite my unseen father down for dinner. That he stayed unseen, then and for nearly all my childhood and early adulthood, only added to my dread.'
Post by franklinmarsh on Feb 10, 2017 12:15:25 GMT
The Brood. Fascinating. There's something about folk looking out of their windows and seeing something going on. You get into a pleasant routine, ad then something changes...the yellow/orange sodium lighting is a spot-on backdrop.