My brain is still on hiatus and I don’t want to spend my time blogging about how I can’t blog, so here’s another little thing that I enjoy to tide us all over until my brain returns from its vacation.
A wise friend of mine introduced me to Edward Gorey via The Doubtful Guest a good 15 years ago. She sent me the book with a small note telling me that I was the only person she knew that she thought would appreciate its humour. I don’t know if she was right about her other friends, but she was certainly right about me. I loved the gothic, neo-Victorian setting, the beautifully detailed illustrations, and the deadpan ghoulishness of the stories.
The Doubtful Guest is about a random visitor who arrives, won’t leave and lies around the house in various inconvenient places in a state of permanent gloom. Much like living with a teenager, as Travis commented when he read it.
I’m also very fond of The Gashlycrumb Tinies. It begins: ‘A is for Amy who fell down the stairs. B is for Basil assaulted by bears.’ And goes on from there with each calamity illustrated in lovely, macabre detail.