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Post by weirdmonger on Nov 10, 2022 16:21:54 GMT
I have started reviewing SHADOW PUBLISHING’s collected Elizabeth Walter…  DUAL CONTROL by Elizabeth Walter ‘There’s nothing there when you go up to her. Only a coldness in the air.’ A dialogue in two acts between a quarrelling married couple, to and from a party, full of recrimination about her boozing and his philandering, and on the way to a party their car hits a woman called Gisela (guess, how do they eventually know her name?) and they do not stop so it is a hit and run, I infer,. Who was driving and who runs or floats after them into an eternity of running on empty? There are uncanny moments arising from the spoken words, genuinely haunting moments quite disarmingly lingering and keeping the reading tank more than empty. The title, I guess, makes my question above about the driver’s identity more apposite than I assumed at the time I asked it! |
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Post by helrunar on Nov 10, 2022 16:53:02 GMT
Some excellent stories in that book. I found each one offered something to engage my attention.
H.
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Post by weirdmonger on Nov 22, 2022 17:53:46 GMT
“We know that the English are mad. But, sacre nom! why can’t you go mad on your side of the Channel? Don’t you know that’s what the English Channel’s for?”
— Elizabeth Walter (1927-2006) from ‘The Island of Regrets’
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