Kid Goth
There is a wonderful profile of Neil Gaiman by Dana Goodyear in this week’s issue of the New Yorker, illustrating the pleasures and perils of being one of the world’s most prolific adult and children’s fantasy writers (Gaiman authored Coraline, The Graveyard Book, and Sandman). I’m struck with envy at the description of his home in the Wisconsin boonies…
“His house is a brick Queen Anne from the eighteen-eighties with a shingled turret and a porch; a shaggy creepy covers its back half like a shrugged-off winter coat… There is a garden, full of bearded irises and wild strawberries, and, near a stream in the woods, a clearing with four beehives painted lavender, yellow, green and red…. The handyman goes by the name of Woodsman Hans…. Gaiman’s assistant Lorraine – purple hair extensions, the fiddle player in a Celtic band – responds to Quiche. One room of the house is furnished entirely with sofas and cushions in the shape of sushi rolls. There is elderflower cordial in the fridge.”
It’s always odd when one’s image of another’s lair matches reality. (Note: Neil Gaiman and Dana Goodyear will be having a live chat at 3pm (ET) today (20th Jan).