From: Tom Chivers
Sent: 2 September 2008 14:20
To: The Waltham Blacks
Subject: Re: THEY MUST BE OBEYED
To Whom It May Concern
Learn me the vulgar science of bruising. Unteach me honesty. Forget Tyburn. Instruct me how to steal a red or fallow deer, to rob a warren like a grave; appear in Death’s black garb in any given chase or park, open heath, common or down. Like Edward Elliot I am very young in years. I wish to see two countrymen buried up to their chins (to speak in the old style). Just say the word and I will burn this hovel, cock and mow. Do not ask me my name. Wake up. Wake up and stare into a blaze of hellish light. Or stay there, Wildman, tongue-tied friend, with your Pinks and Blacks, and listen to this lesson of mammal and man.
Much obliged Bruce!
I’m looking forward to seeing your story ‘Eels’ in LITRO. I believe they are being distributed today (list of locations here: http://www.litro.co.uk) and can also be picked up from various arty locations such as London Review Bookshop, Royal College of Arts, etc.
You know, I’ve been working around the corner from the Old Bailey and recently went wandering to find the site of Newgate prison. There’s a plaque which says ‘Site of Newgate demolished 1777’, but of course the prison must have survived because Dickens visited and wrote about it. I walked down some of the other streets too but there was no little blue plaque for clues.
I dread to think what it was like.
This is great, by the way.