In his play, Touch Blue Touch Yellow, Dr. Tim Rhys (writer and Creative Writing lecturer at Cardiff University) presents an alternative model of autism to that depicted in The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time.
Reflecting on the success of The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time a year on in 2004, Mark Haddon wrote about
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time was adapted in 2012 into an award-winning stage play for the National Theatre by Simon Stephens, winning seven Olivier awards in 2013. It completed its run in London’s West End in June 2017 and in October … Continue reading National Theatre trailer 2017
Following on from our last event celebrating Harry Potter’s 20th anniversary, the next BookTalk of the year will continue the focus on contemporary children’s literature with a discussion of Mark Haddon’s prizewinning novel The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time.
Cardiff University MA student and regular BookTalker, Caitlin Coxon, reports upon our March event, Laura Powell in conversation with Sophie Coulombeau.
Betty watches the row of cars waiting to follow the hearse. Or the grand car, as Mr Eden calls it. Betty is pleased that Mother gets a grand car and lots of eyes on her. She’ll like that. The grass is wet around the grave pit. A big brown box is lowered into the earth. Gallagher still isn’t in the crowd; she checked. He will come though.
A man wearing a white robe says a prayer. Mrs Eden cries. Mother hates Mrs Eden. She will hate Mrs Eden crying too. I’ve no time for that green-eyed woman, that’s what Mother says, even though Mrs Eden has brown eyes. Mother’s eyes are a beautiful ice blue.
Betty wanders off to find the nearest tree; it is an oak. She presses her head against its trunk and lets it take some of her weight. The heaviness has returned but she has hardly eaten so shouldn’t she be losing heaviness? Maybe she should have a nap on this branch. Would this be a good place to sleep, Mother? She tries to hoist herself up but her arms are weak as butter. Mr Eden appears then. He smiles gently.
‘Time to go home,’ he says.
‘Where’s home?’ Mr Eden rubs his chin. Grey stubble pricks through the pores.
‘You need to shave,’ she says to be helpful.
‘Hotel Eden,’ he says. ‘It’ll always be your home.’
‘Thank you.’ Because that’s what you’re supposed to say to people who are trying to be kind – and he sounds kind, but she doesn’t really feel thankful.
She feels nothing apart from heaviness.
Taken from The Unforgotten, Chapter 17.Advertisements