I feel like Americans are not super aware of John Wyndham in the way that he has some real fame in the UK. So I had never heard of this novel until it was reprinted by the NYRB a few years back. And except for a library VHS copy of The Day of the Triffids, I’d otherwise heard of John Wyndham. So this book begins with Matthew, the narrator’s twelve year old son developing an imaginary friend. The narrator hears Matthews arguing with Chocky in some […]