Posts Tagged ‘Iggy’

Chetspeak on Sunday


August 9th, 2015 Posted 9:25 am

Bernie knocked. Right away I heard Iggy start up on the other side. How I’d missed that amazingly high-pitched yip-yip-yip yip-yip-yip, a yip-yip-yipping Iggy could sustain all night if he wanted, and he often did! But now it was saying Welcome home, buddy! Let’s do something fun! Like dig up old man Heydrich’s lawn, old man Heydrich being our neighbor on the other side. Dig it up so it stayed that way! What a brilliant idea, especially coming from Iggy.

“Chet! What do you think you’re doing?”

Uh-oh. Possibly standing on my back legs, pawing at the door? Maybe more like clawing into it, somewhat deeply? If that was really happening I got it under control and pronto. If you’d looked you’d have seen me standing silent and still beside Bernie, like a good citizen, whatever that happened to be. You’d have thought I’d been like that the whole time. And … and hadn’t I? Hey! You’d have been right! And me, too! Which made me like you! What a day I was having, and it had hardly begun! It was great to be home.



The Iggy Chronicles, Volume 1


July 9th, 2013 Posted 8:25 am

Admin: Is it true that Iggy is in fact the hero of this new e-story?

Spence: I really don’t want to give too much away.

Admin: But supposing, for the sake of argument, that Iggy does turn out to be the hero. I’m wondering how Chet might take that.

Spence: I really don’t want to give too much away.


– coming August 13.


Chetspeak Sunday


June 9th, 2013 Posted 9:37 am

. . . and now Iggy doesn’t get out much. I went over to our side window. And there he was at his side window!

Iggy stared at me. I stared at Iggy. After a bit of that, he turned and trotted away, wagging that stubby little tail of his. A few moments later, he returned. Now he had something in his mouth. It looked like … oh, no, was that possible? Iggy had a whole package of bacon? And I didn’t?

Iggy stared at me. I stared at Iggy. I recognized that wrapping, mostly see-through, with a gold band at the top: we had the same kind – excellent bacon, farm-fresh and organic, according to Bernie – in the fridge. I wanted bacon real bad, and not just any bacon, but Iggy’s bacon. He just stood there, the package in his mouth. Mr. Parsons appeared in the background, approaching Iggy slowly, on account of his walker. Iggy didn’t seem to be aware of Mr. Parsons at all: he was too busy making sure I got a nice long look at that bacon. And now Mr. Parsons was right behind him. Grab that bacon, Mr. Parsons, quick! Mr. Parsons reached down to grab the bacon, but not quick. Iggy saw his hand at the last moment and booked; also not quick, but quick enough. Mr. Parsons stumped after him, both of them vanishing from my sight.

I went into the kitchen and stood in front of the fridge. We’d worked on doors, me Bernie, and there were now some I could open, but fridge doors weren’t among them. So I just stood there. I could hear Bernie singing in the shower, some of his old favorites: “Born To Lose,” “An Empty Bottle, A Broken Heart, And You’re Still On My Mind,” “Death Don’t Have No Mercy In This Land.” He was in a good mood.

– from The Dog Who Knew Too Much.


What’s In A Name: Iggy


May 15th, 2013 Posted 9:01 am

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.


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