In the Dark

There are only two kinds of people in the world: those who have heard Dylan Thomas reading his wonderfully lyrical short story A Child’s Christmas in Wales; and those who haven’t. I’ve heard it hundreds of times, like a favourite piece of music. Technically it’s a prose work, but it’s prose that’s so close to poetry that it really defies categorisation. Either way, the language certainly has a musical quality, and the author’s voice brings it to life in a way nobody else has ever been able to. It’s also shot through with flashes of a dry offbeat humour that tickle my fancy any time of the year. Christmas is near, and the snow is being shaken out of whitewash buckets down the sky as I write, so I thought it would be a good time to share it. I think it’s magical.

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