📅 Thought for today:
‘It was my most personal story. I thought that would make it harder for people to bring themselves to, but instead, people saw themselves in it, or at least, a certain type of person did.’
— Neil Gaiman
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This is Neil Gaiman talking about his book, “The Ocean at the End of the Lane”, which was voted Book of the Year in 2013.
I read it last year and loved it. It evoked some very strong memories of childhood and loss for me, and also some happy memories of wandering the Derbyshire countryside with my wise old grandmother at my side – or back in the kitchen baking bread and cooking soup.
Last night I saw the stage play at the Duke of York’s Theatre in London. Not THAT Duke of York – it was named in 1895 to honour the future King George V.
It was very cleverly staged, with a clever mix of stagecraft, ensemble set dressing and enough magic.
It is a very moving story about childhood memory and connections we make and lose along the way.
I will also say that it is a superb programme, very interesting and readable (much better than the one for Harry Potter and the Cursed Child).
A lovely theatre and a lovely production with a great cast.
And I am that certain type of person for sure.