Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury

‘The seller of lightning rods arrived just ahead of the storm.’  I love this opening line.  It draws you in immediately and piques your interest.

Something Wicked This Way Comes

Something Wicked This Way Comes

Just finished reading Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury which I really enjoyed.  I wanted to read this book for a number of reasons, it’s on my classics list, it’s on my RIP list, I’ve also read plenty of good things about it  but, in fairness, and bizarrely the real thing that kept bringing this to my mind, was one of the Harry Potter films, and I can’t remember which one, but it starts with the Hogwart’s choir singing ‘Something Wicked This Way Comes.  What a strange and whimsical fashion to choose your books and yet it feels oddly appropriate with this particular novel.

I really enjoyed this.  It’s the story of two young boys, living in a fairly typical town.  The type of boys who are usually up to a bit of mischief, albeit harmless, creeping out of their bedroom windows of an evening when their parents think they’re tucked up safely in bed to go and play in places they shouldn’t really be and to conjure magical adventures.  Then, on one such evening, the carnival comes to town and the boys become involved in something much more sinister than they ever imagined.  A fight for life in fact.

Firstly, a note on the author’s style of writing.  Fantastical is probably the best description that I can come up with.  The prose are almost poetic at points and strangely evocative.  The author definitely has his own style but as soon as I’d become accustomed to this I was totally drawn into the story.

Will and Jim are the two main characters.  Both rough and tumble, best friends.  Jim borders a little more onto the dangerous and darker side and it’s this side of his nature that draws him to the carnival and brings him to the attention of the strange performers.  This carnival isn’t of the everyday.  The illustrated man is not all he seems and many of the performers are held in a strange and subdued captivity.  There are so many interesting characters and concepts here.  The witch, and particularly her strange form of magic, the whole scene with the hot air balloon was really quite freaky.  The carousel – well, all I can say is I don’t think I can ever enjoy a ride on one of those again!  The maze of mirrors – I must admit I find the Hall of Mirrors in any fairground a bit unnerving but this particular maze magnifies that feeling.   This maze reflects the person’s darkest fears a thousandfold.

I’m not going to go into too much more detail.  The story was undoubtedly creepy.  The plight of the boys reaches a great dramatic climax.  It’s a great look at good and evil and the different shades in between and the strange nature of people that draws them sometimes to things that are dark and supernatural.  On top of this it’s one of those stories that you read and can immediately feel that it’s had an impact on other writers.  And finally, it’s a wonderfully dark and perfect tale to read on an autumn night leading up to Halloween.

I’ve read this for Stainless Steel Droppings RIP event.  This also counts to my Classics Club list.

A Grave Tale

As part of Stainless Steel’s RIP event today I am posting about Graveyards.  In keeping with my blog, which is mainly about books, I decided to give this a bit of an emphasis on poetry.  Okay, firstly, I don’t know a lot about poetry and frankly I don’t read a lot of it on a regular basis so I’m definitely no expert.  However, I started having a look for a poem and instead of coming up with just a poem I came up with the Graveyard Poets.  No doubt everybody but me knows about the Graveyard Poets!  But, just in case there is the odd person out there who shares my lack of knowledge below is a little paragraph I found on Wiki:
The “Graveyard Poets” were a number of pre-Romantic English poets of the 18th century characterised by their gloomy meditations on mortality, ‘skulls and coffins, epitaphs and worms’ in the context of the graveyard. To this was added, by later practitioners, a feeling for the ‘sublime’  and uncanny, and an interest in ancient English poetic forms and folk poetry. They are often reckoned as precursors of the Gothic genre.”
The earliest poem that seems to be recognised from this group was from Thomas Parnell in 1721 and was called ‘A night Piece on Death’.  This is a fairly lengthy poem but I’ve pasted below a little section which I particularly enjoyed reading (with my macabre taste and all) probably because it’s Death doing the speaking:
“When men my scythe and darts supply,
How great a King of Fears am I!
They view me like the last of things:
They make, and then they dread, my stings.
Fools! if you less provoked your fears,
No more my spectre-form appears.
Death’s but a path that must be trod,
If man would ever pass to God;
A port of calms, a state of ease
From the rough rage of swelling seas.”
Me likey!  I’m not posting any more poems – I don’t think I can exceed my little quote from Death!  I hope you enjoy it and maybe you’ll enjoy some of the other gothic poetry from this era!
Below, to accompany this piece is a lovely picture of Highgate Cemetery which I just couldn’t resist putting in here with a link to their wonderful site here!  (I was going to write something about Highgate which I first had my attention captured by when reading Audrey Niffeneger’s Her Fearful Symmetry.
Thornton Piano, Highgate Cemetery

Thornton Piano, Highgate Cemetery, Photo by John Cox

That photo could be taken straight out of a Tim Burton movie – a piano!  In a Graveyard!!  And just look at the colours – it’s positively surreal!  If you want to look at the link to the site where I found this just look here.
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