But I came to those adventures circuitously, at least partly via the work of the master himself, Edward Gorey, whose unmistakable North American gothic stylings jacket almost all Bellairs’ novels. None of the above would be outside the bounds of possibilities for a Bellairs adventure. No, not by nudging open a mysterious door behindĪ green baize curtain at Dulwich Library, or by stumbling upon an arcaneĬeremony in my next-door neighbour’s back garden when they thought I was away,Īnd not even whilst browsing the bookshelves of a mysterious red-hairedīachelor uncle whom I had hitherto known only as the black sheep of the Unearth him: not just because his work is ideal for Halloween season, either.Īgo, and in a curious fashion. Said, too few people know about John Bellairs and now is a great time to I’ve been trying to keep this blog focused primarily on new kids’ books,Īnd this is a golden oldie (though not so old as it might first appear).
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