Everything is different underwater: the sights, so blurry; the sounds, actually kind of clear; the smells, not nearly so strong as above water and coming to me in a different way, impossible to describe; and the feel, which is the best part.
But not now. Now it was all bad. I was spinning slowly in blackness and also going down. I didn’t want to go down, wanted more than anything to go up. Up was the only place not so completely black. Swim, big guy! You’re a good swimmer. Swim! Bernie’s voice, so clear he could have been right beside me. The truth was he was even closer than that. I swam toward the place of incomplete blackness.
- coming Sept. 10.
Happy birthday, Dad – and many many more.
Welcome Dax & Menchi, Bunny, Apple from Down Under.
Ms. Publicist: Fifteenth of the month, when we discuss names. You’ve mentioned, Spence, how important names were to you, and that you actually can’t write the character until you have the right name. How about this month we talk about Iggy, Chet’s best pal, especially since this summer’s e-story is called The Iggy Chronicles, Volume 1?
Spencer Quinn: I’m not the first artist (for want of a better word) to fall for the appeal of the name Iggy. In that I stand on the shoulders of Jim Osterberg, Jr. And may I recommend in passing his duet with Francoise Hardy of I’ll Be Seeing You.
Ms. P: And what is the appeal of the name Iggy?
Spence: For me, the appeal was that the character came fully formed as soon as the name popped into my mind. Iggy’s all about id, lack of restraint, totally unselfconscious goofiness and yearning.
Ms. P: And then to have him pretty much shut inside the Parsons’s house for the whole series so far, watching Chet through the window?
Spence: Makes the odd moment when they do get together -
Ms. P: Like the bathroom scene in The Dog Who Knew Too Much?
Spence: All the more explosive.
Ms. P: Thanks, Spence. See you next month.
Tonight at 7, Harvard Coop Bookstore, Harvard Square, Cambridge MA: Spence and Katherine Hall Page.
Spencer Quinn and Katherine Hall Page at the Harvard Coop in Harvard Square (Cambridge MA), not buying Harvard hoodies, but talking and signing. (And one of them will also paw-print on request).
Welcome Yorkie, Spanky.