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schaffyd's review against another edition
challenging
dark
mysterious
reflective
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? N/A
- Strong character development? No
- Loveable characters? N/A
cazzasan's review against another edition
4.0
This took a long time to finish but was well worth it, though some of the stories were hard to get through, most were mesmerisingly shadowy or vibrantly charming. The first half is mainly made up of dark, poignant cautionary tales whereas the second is full of witty, touching testaments to a humorous and well-examined life.
My favourites:
- The Tree
- The Burning Baby
- Patricia, Edith, and Arnold
- Just Like Little Dogs
- One Warm Saturday
- A Child’s Christmas in Wales
- Holiday Memory
- The Followers
- A Story
My favourites:
- The Tree
- The Burning Baby
- Patricia, Edith, and Arnold
- Just Like Little Dogs
- One Warm Saturday
- A Child’s Christmas in Wales
- Holiday Memory
- The Followers
- A Story
sknight's review against another edition
3.0
writing style was five stars but lack of plot or characters meant it couldn’t really be more than 3
fatdadscotty's review against another edition
challenging
emotional
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? It's complicated
- Loveable characters? No
- Diverse cast of characters? Yes
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
3.0
Beautiful prose but this collection took me FOREVER to read because my brain can apparently only stand about 10 pages worth of critical reading at a time 😂
silverthane's review against another edition
3.0
Dylan Thomas was certainly not a one trick pony. He is known as a great British poet however this collection of short stories clearly illustrates how talented and imaginative he was when it came to different styles of writing.
I picked up this book after reading, and loving, his short story ‘Extraordinary Little Cough’ in a collection of Welsh short stories.
I was very surprised by the first twenty stories due to their surreal, dreamlike nature. It is no exaggeration to say they are full of murder, satan worship, hallucination, witchcraft, paedophilia, infanticide, defenestration, suicide and insanity in one form or another (one story is called ‘The Burning Baby’ and that isn’t a metaphor!) As far as his early work went Thomas was clearly the Edgar Allan Poe of Wales! They weren’t my favourite portion of the book but I kept with it and I’m glad I did.
Despite the nature of his early stories his later work was more ‘normal’. They are stories of everyday life with rich, interesting characters and dialogue. They are very funny in places and brilliant examples of Welsh life and attitudes in those days.
If you enjoy short stories I recommend it
I picked up this book after reading, and loving, his short story ‘Extraordinary Little Cough’ in a collection of Welsh short stories.
I was very surprised by the first twenty stories due to their surreal, dreamlike nature. It is no exaggeration to say they are full of murder, satan worship, hallucination, witchcraft, paedophilia, infanticide, defenestration, suicide and insanity in one form or another (one story is called ‘The Burning Baby’ and that isn’t a metaphor!) As far as his early work went Thomas was clearly the Edgar Allan Poe of Wales! They weren’t my favourite portion of the book but I kept with it and I’m glad I did.
Despite the nature of his early stories his later work was more ‘normal’. They are stories of everyday life with rich, interesting characters and dialogue. They are very funny in places and brilliant examples of Welsh life and attitudes in those days.
If you enjoy short stories I recommend it
amalia1985's review against another edition
5.0
‘’He would think that love fails on such nights, and that many of its children are cut down.’’
Dylan Thomas is the writer who made me love poetry with his dark imagery and almost primal language. He is often compared to D.H.Lawrence and Thomas Hardy but I’ve always placed him side-by-side with Federico Garcia Lorca, one of my very favourite writers. Their inclination towards the darkest depths of the human soul, the use of a chaotic, punishing nature and a tradition that inspires and oppresses produced unparallel literary moments. Thomas’s A Child’s Christmas in Wales always brings my own childhood Christmas to mind. Christmas festivities spent in a city very different from the one in the story but no less nostalgic and mischievous. Long gone are the innocence and the ‘’what ifs’’ of a carefree childhood. They have been replaced by (not always welcome) knowledge and the uncertainty of reality. For me, Dylan Thomas’s work is a mirror that exposes everything that is hidden within us, the good and the evil, presented in a highly allegorical, raw language that fascinates and terrifies.
Most of the stories included were written for the Swansea Grammar School Magazine and are clearly the products of a unique mind. Many would consider the Portrait of the Artist as a Young Dog to be the gem of the collection but I am always drawn to the dark, the twisted, the macabre. Apart from A Child’s Christmas in Wales, which makes me feel as if I am about to put up the Christmas decorations even though Easter is only three weeks away, the stories that touched me soul are the children of a pen that produced a world of madmen and children fascinated with a tragic Crucifixion. A world populated by the exiled, the discarded, the isolated. A world of dark fairytales and Welsh legends, myths and twisted folklore, sexuality and mysticism. A world that makes you walk with beggars, fugitives, heathens, and witches. A world where nature becomes a pagan altar where you dance with murderers and sinners. What material could be more ideal to create stories for demanding, doubting minds?
These are the stories that I have read again and again over the years. I will leave our favourite Christmas tale aside for now to enter a deep, murky darkness.
The Tree: A story that brings Edgar Allan Poe to mind, inspired by the Stations of the Cross, with a child strangely fascinated by Christ’s ordeal. The Jarvis Hills become a Welsh Golgotha. Or the Promised Land? Hard to distinguish the two in Thomas’s work.
“See what the stars have done,”
After the Fair: I’ve always wondered what happens to the energy of a place when a fair ends. There is an intense melancholy and a ‘’where will the next fair find me?’’ question that always touched my soul. This story is clearly influenced by Joyce and his After the Race story from Dubliners, and echoes Dostoevsky’s insight into the nature of the exiled, with two characters that deserve their own novel. A strange girl with a baby and a Fat Man.
The Dress: A nightmare born out of passion and restless persecution. A man’s obsession with a woman who acquires the role of the angel of temptation, a dark goddess whose realm is the pagan nature.
‘’Ah! gentle may I lay me down, and gentle rest my head,
And gentle sleep the sleep of death, and gentle hear the voice
Of Him that walketh in the garden in the evening time.’’
William Blake
The Visitor: The Visitor that is sure to come to us one day, the Visitor that is usually uninvited and unwanted. The Visitor that doesn’t ask but gestures and we have no choice but to follow. A story where fairy tales and poetry create a dark fable.
The Vest: A story full of terror and dark sexuality. A dog, a terrible love and a deep sickness of a man whose obsession results in darkness and murder. A powerful text that makes you wonder on the chaos that was residing in young Thomas’s mind.
The Burning Baby: If there is a story that could surpass The Vest in terror, now obsession and twisted inclinations, it would be this. Nature is violated and becomes a product of a monstrous birth. It wants revenge and justice and works in mysterious ways. Hypocrisy, false piety, distorted images of love, Biblical punishments compose one of the most viciously powerful stories that you’ll ever read.
‘’It was six o’clock on a winter’s evening. Thin, dingy rain spat and drizzled past the lighted street lamps. The pavements shone long and yellow. In squeaking galoshes, with mackintosh collars up and bowlers and trilbies weeping, youngish men from the offices bundled home against the thistly wind.’’
‘’It’s the saddest night in the world,’’ I said.’’
The Followers: There are some winter evenings when your heart is gripped by merciless cold, the shadows become thicker and your soul is darkened by premonitions that verge on fear. And all these seem to spring out of nowhere. In our story, two young men decide to follow a young woman and a surprise awaits…
‘’The wind howled over Cader, waking the sleepy rooks who cawed from the trees louder than owls, disturbed the midwife’s meditations. It was wrong for the rooks, those sleepy birds over the zinc roofs, to caw at night. Who put a spell on the rooks? The sun might rise at ten past one in the morning.
Scream you, said Mrs. Price, the baby in her arms, This is a wicked world.’’
The School For Witches: Imagine that Macbeth’s Witches and the Salem girls from Miller’s The Crucible joined forces to bring everyone on their knees. A pagan hymn to the primal forces of the human nature that some would call ‘’black magic’’, others ‘’hysteria’’ and some would prefer the word ‘’power’’. A story where healing and remedy have no part to play. When Shakespeare meets the Bible, Hell happens. And it is beautiful…
‘’I hold a beast, an angel, and a madman in me.’’
Dylan Thomas
My reviews can also be found on https://theopinionatedreaderblog.wordpress.com/
Dylan Thomas is the writer who made me love poetry with his dark imagery and almost primal language. He is often compared to D.H.Lawrence and Thomas Hardy but I’ve always placed him side-by-side with Federico Garcia Lorca, one of my very favourite writers. Their inclination towards the darkest depths of the human soul, the use of a chaotic, punishing nature and a tradition that inspires and oppresses produced unparallel literary moments. Thomas’s A Child’s Christmas in Wales always brings my own childhood Christmas to mind. Christmas festivities spent in a city very different from the one in the story but no less nostalgic and mischievous. Long gone are the innocence and the ‘’what ifs’’ of a carefree childhood. They have been replaced by (not always welcome) knowledge and the uncertainty of reality. For me, Dylan Thomas’s work is a mirror that exposes everything that is hidden within us, the good and the evil, presented in a highly allegorical, raw language that fascinates and terrifies.
Most of the stories included were written for the Swansea Grammar School Magazine and are clearly the products of a unique mind. Many would consider the Portrait of the Artist as a Young Dog to be the gem of the collection but I am always drawn to the dark, the twisted, the macabre. Apart from A Child’s Christmas in Wales, which makes me feel as if I am about to put up the Christmas decorations even though Easter is only three weeks away, the stories that touched me soul are the children of a pen that produced a world of madmen and children fascinated with a tragic Crucifixion. A world populated by the exiled, the discarded, the isolated. A world of dark fairytales and Welsh legends, myths and twisted folklore, sexuality and mysticism. A world that makes you walk with beggars, fugitives, heathens, and witches. A world where nature becomes a pagan altar where you dance with murderers and sinners. What material could be more ideal to create stories for demanding, doubting minds?
These are the stories that I have read again and again over the years. I will leave our favourite Christmas tale aside for now to enter a deep, murky darkness.
The Tree: A story that brings Edgar Allan Poe to mind, inspired by the Stations of the Cross, with a child strangely fascinated by Christ’s ordeal. The Jarvis Hills become a Welsh Golgotha. Or the Promised Land? Hard to distinguish the two in Thomas’s work.
“See what the stars have done,”
After the Fair: I’ve always wondered what happens to the energy of a place when a fair ends. There is an intense melancholy and a ‘’where will the next fair find me?’’ question that always touched my soul. This story is clearly influenced by Joyce and his After the Race story from Dubliners, and echoes Dostoevsky’s insight into the nature of the exiled, with two characters that deserve their own novel. A strange girl with a baby and a Fat Man.
The Dress: A nightmare born out of passion and restless persecution. A man’s obsession with a woman who acquires the role of the angel of temptation, a dark goddess whose realm is the pagan nature.
‘’Ah! gentle may I lay me down, and gentle rest my head,
And gentle sleep the sleep of death, and gentle hear the voice
Of Him that walketh in the garden in the evening time.’’
William Blake
The Visitor: The Visitor that is sure to come to us one day, the Visitor that is usually uninvited and unwanted. The Visitor that doesn’t ask but gestures and we have no choice but to follow. A story where fairy tales and poetry create a dark fable.
The Vest: A story full of terror and dark sexuality. A dog, a terrible love and a deep sickness of a man whose obsession results in darkness and murder. A powerful text that makes you wonder on the chaos that was residing in young Thomas’s mind.
The Burning Baby: If there is a story that could surpass The Vest in terror, now obsession and twisted inclinations, it would be this. Nature is violated and becomes a product of a monstrous birth. It wants revenge and justice and works in mysterious ways. Hypocrisy, false piety, distorted images of love, Biblical punishments compose one of the most viciously powerful stories that you’ll ever read.
‘’It was six o’clock on a winter’s evening. Thin, dingy rain spat and drizzled past the lighted street lamps. The pavements shone long and yellow. In squeaking galoshes, with mackintosh collars up and bowlers and trilbies weeping, youngish men from the offices bundled home against the thistly wind.’’
‘’It’s the saddest night in the world,’’ I said.’’
The Followers: There are some winter evenings when your heart is gripped by merciless cold, the shadows become thicker and your soul is darkened by premonitions that verge on fear. And all these seem to spring out of nowhere. In our story, two young men decide to follow a young woman and a surprise awaits…
‘’The wind howled over Cader, waking the sleepy rooks who cawed from the trees louder than owls, disturbed the midwife’s meditations. It was wrong for the rooks, those sleepy birds over the zinc roofs, to caw at night. Who put a spell on the rooks? The sun might rise at ten past one in the morning.
Scream you, said Mrs. Price, the baby in her arms, This is a wicked world.’’
The School For Witches: Imagine that Macbeth’s Witches and the Salem girls from Miller’s The Crucible joined forces to bring everyone on their knees. A pagan hymn to the primal forces of the human nature that some would call ‘’black magic’’, others ‘’hysteria’’ and some would prefer the word ‘’power’’. A story where healing and remedy have no part to play. When Shakespeare meets the Bible, Hell happens. And it is beautiful…
‘’I hold a beast, an angel, and a madman in me.’’
Dylan Thomas
My reviews can also be found on https://theopinionatedreaderblog.wordpress.com/
rupertowen's review against another edition
5.0
Dylan’s short stories are awash with his memories of people and places, and as memories tend to be made up of the self same stuff of dreams, the characters and events drip with the excesses of the imagination. The latter collection in the book are taken from Adventures in the Skin Trade and Portrait of the Artist as a Young Dog. They are classic Thomas such as Return Journey and A Child’s Christmas in Wales. The first twenty short stories present a strange array of tales that sometimes befuddled me, sometimes drowned me in a glut of imagery, and sometimes just lost me in the telling. Isolating and violent but with the humanist always shining through in the finer details of the character’s actions. A small sentence in the story Where Tawe Flows sums it up for me ... ‘Wait a bit! Wait a bit!’ said Mr Humphries, ‘Let’s get our realism straight. Mr Thomas will be making all the characters Blue Birds before we know where we are. One thing at a time. Has anyone got the history of the character ready?’. With well endowed eccentricities Dylan portrays the Welsh personality with sincere profundity, as assuredly described in A Visit to Grandpa’s where everyone in the town knows where Grandpa is going when dressed in his Sunday best.
These tales are oozing with the macabre, from madness to murder, malady and perversion. With a background as a journalist Dylan knew how to tumble the everyday into scandal of fantasy, with an overriding sadness for the longing of the past made present in the retelling of personal memories and observations. This made most apparent in Return Journey where perhaps the bombing of Swansea was in someway a metaphor in how our reveries of time gone by lay as remnants in our mind, so that we may only recall glimpses of what we experienced in our youth.
These tales are oozing with the macabre, from madness to murder, malady and perversion. With a background as a journalist Dylan knew how to tumble the everyday into scandal of fantasy, with an overriding sadness for the longing of the past made present in the retelling of personal memories and observations. This made most apparent in Return Journey where perhaps the bombing of Swansea was in someway a metaphor in how our reveries of time gone by lay as remnants in our mind, so that we may only recall glimpses of what we experienced in our youth.
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