I donâ€™t want to get into unspeakable navel-gazing, but cannot let slip one of the comments on the Drabblecast* reading of Boiled Black Broth And Cornets. One of the pleasures of having stories read there â€“ apart from the fact that I was paid thirteen quid for this one â€“ is the nature of some of the contributions to the discussion forum. The audience is, I suspect, at something of a tangent to the Hooting Yard listenership.
Consider this, from â€œdelfeddâ€: â€œWhat the bleep happened in that story? I got the voodoo zombie part. But why did she go absolutely insane?â€ Perhaps I am reading it wrong, but â€œdelfeddâ€ appears to be suggesting that to ply your friends with voodoo zombie soup is perfectly normal behaviour. Only later does Becke Beiderbix go â€œcompletely insaneâ€. I find this quite a worrying attitude, the more so because â€œdelfeddâ€â€™s location is given as â€œEverywhereâ€, meaning that s/he could barge in through my door at any moment, in full voodoo zombie mode.
* NOTE : Incidentally, I have been wondering what the connection is between Norm Shermanâ€™s podcast and our own dear Margaret Drabble. And does he have plans to launch another podcast named after her sister A S Byatt?