Roald Dahl
If there has been one writer who has fanned the flames of my imagination to unconscious peaks, it must be Roald Dahl. As a child his books were the fulcrum of my creative-life. I would feign guess they are there still.
Matilda, The Twits, The Witches, Fantastic Mr. Fox, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, James and the Giant Peach. . .
Must I go on? Macabre adult fiction, his stories of War and Childhood in a British private school. I cried when the man died, I was ten years old.
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