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Go Here, Look At This

It’s Roald Dahl week over at Mounds and Circles for those of you who might care. (General light-NSFW warning for the occasional boob and crude peen drawing over at M & C.) The neon line-sketch portrait of Dahl in their header is pretty neat, and the write-ups of Tales of the Unexpected are amusing, but the real good stuff are the illustrations from Dahl’s books — like these for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory that look like they were done by R. Crumb, but were done by Faith Jaques instead.

One Book, Four Covers: Roald Dahl’s Book of Ghost Stories

How about that crow cover? That’s pretty nice.

I found a used copy of this at What the Book in Seoul. It was published in the 1980s but the most recent story in it is an Aickman from the 1960s. The majority are from the 1920s, but all are from the 20th century.

In his introduction Dahl talks about the ghost story as a world tradition and the sheer wealth of source material available. This didn’t prevent him from putting together a mostly British table of contents. In fact my biggest complaint against this book is that it’s irritatingly British. Everyone is prim and proper and ducking into corner shops in search of bric-a-brac. Dahl also talks about how bad most authors’ ghost stories are. Even the big name folks’ stories are atrocious. He feels the same when it comes to children’s books too. People think they can write one easily, when the results are quite different.

There is a logic to Dahl’s selections and if you’ve ever read one of his stories you’ll see a kinship between them and his selections here. Most of them have zinger endings of the morbid sort.

Another little chestnut from the introduction is that Dahl records his surprise at how well women write ghost stories. After making a few wince-worthy generalizations, he applauds women as horror writers. They were so good he feared that the whole book would be nothing but women authors. But in the end the men roused themselves and prevailed, thirteen testicle-endowed individuals to eleven uterus-bearers.

Imagine if it had been otherwise. The horror!