Welcome Back

After a particularly awful night I’m taking it easy today and, as if by magic, this arrived to give me some comfort while battling my own set of Dementors.

The feelings it invokes are a curious mix of nostalgia and childlike excitement. I suppose being a big kid at heart means I’m always able to tap into the wonder I felt as a younger man while at the same time lamenting that those days have long since passed.

Either way, welcome back, old friend. It’s nice to see you again.

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Carrie (2000’s)

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First Published: 1974

Edition Published: Late 2000’s

Cover Illustration: Getty Images

Publisher: Hodder

Notes: I never understood why Hodder didn’t publish all King’s books in this format instead of limiting it to a handful. I absolutely love the design on all of them, they have everything – a nice, standard title and author treatment, a neat colour scheme for each book, and an image which strongly relates to the story without being tied down to it in the same way as, for example, the image of Carrie dripping in pig’s blood. Fire and a cheerleader – the cover for Carrie perfectly illustrates two of the largest elements which really stay with you after putting it down. Of course, the looming shadow of Margaret is missing, but to me, Carrie’s powerful rage which spirals so rapidly out of control and consumes the town in flames really begins, and ends, with Chris Hargensen. This is a design which balances style with emotion and makes it one of my all time favourites.

Tired

I’m somewhere between these two…

Having spent a stressful day driving a white van (for the first time in my life) over 320 miles yesterday, clipping a car in a car park, dealing with police at a weighbridge to help my colleague, unpacking for a show for 5 hours and getting home at 01:20 this morning I’ve spent most of the day feeling like a cross between Ralph from Insomnia and the kid on the cover of Death Dream (a book I’ve not read but picked up purely for the gloriously tacky cover).

A Criminal Line Up

I must have read The Black Dahlia about four times, now and I still love it even though I’ve come to see its many flaws. Ellroy had such a knack for hard-boiled dialogue, grotesque characters and dark scenes that I find myself swept along each time I pick it up.

These are the first of his books I’ve collected as part of the set, none of which I’ve read yet (accept TBD) although I look forward to diving in once again to his shady vision of the world.