Ah yes – Leila has picked one from the far back corner of the catacombs – We miss Tobias so this is a lovely little reminder of his skill:
This is the fourth time I have selected Mr. Haglund. You can’t go wrong selecting anything by this early day LS mainstay. And, by and by, I’m certain that all his stuff will make it, if I’m given enough time and oxygen.
- This story has a wonderful touch of Wilder’s Our Town to it. You arranged it well without queering the end, which came along elegantly, neither a moment too soon nor late. How long did it take to produce such an effect?
- How’s parenthood? Have you gone crazy yet?
All Saints Day
First of all, thank you very much for choosing this story.
Q1: When I read stories I want contrast between characters. I grew up in a very cynical (dry, academic, critical… you get the picture) family. Although there are some benefits to this, it does limit the wonders of fantasy for a little Swedish boy. This struggle, realism vs fantasy, has enthralled me ever since boyhood. In this particular story I wanted to explore that struggle. On that note, I wrote a mother character who wanted the romance of something fantastical to be real (even though she probably realizes it isn’t). One of the daughters was more realistic and skeptical. By the end she understood that the mother needed to have this moment withouth being interrupted by logic or critical thinking. It’s the mother’s way of making the same pain that “the man” had felt go away. This kind of story fascinates me. Even though (in her story) she is a girl and watching a man sing to a tombstone, it is as if she’s feeling the his pain because she knows one day, she will be in his place.
Q2: Gone crazy? Whabbo thalla that would mean I start to make silly words. Herds of silly words. Chilly herbs of silly words! I’d never fall so Autumn!