Novelist John D. MacDonald was
knocking out suspense novels in the sixties and theyíre still a cracking read.
Heís famous for his Travis McGee series of novels about a ďsalvage consultantĒ
who lives on a boat in Florida. Heíll get anything back (mainly loot from
swindles) for a 50% fee, no questions asked. He works when funds are getting
low but otherwise bums around in the sun. John sold about 70 million copies of
his books mainly due to this characterís escapades.
All the books have colours in the titles such as A Purple Place For Dying, The Lonely Silver
Rain and The Turquoise Lament.
When I read the first McGee novel The
Deep Blue Goodbye and he described a woman with a large chest with: ďShe
was styled for abundant lactationĒ I knew he was my kind of writer.
His second McGee outing was Nightmare In Pink and this title sticks in my mind as I have a
repetitive dream in which Iím oddly aware of but canít seem to do anything to
wake myself up and escape from it. In the dream Iím inside a warm moist
perfectly pink womb or stomach. What/whoever is carrying me seems to be running
and Iím being thrown around the warm bubblegum interior (about the size of a
big shed.) I hate it and sometimes wake up with my heart hurting as its been
hammering so hard.
I thought Iíd do a quick abstract painting of the
nightmare using shades of pink. My Dad and Irene were away on their annual
sojourn in Malta and I was minding Alfie. He likes to
watch the world from the bay window so, keeping him company, I bought a few
paints down and got started with a knife. I mixed a few pinks while watching
television and here is the result. Iím sure a 8-year-old child drunk on their 6-pack
of Kestral larger could paint this but I enjoyed
I have another dream where Iím on the top floor
or an old school like St Trinianís. Thereíre lots of
school kids on the bottom floor. Showing off I slide down four floors on the
long wooden banister. Part way down I realise Iím naked and then once I get to
the ground floor I get stuck in some glue and cannot move. Once I had this
dream where the banister turned into a steel blade. Itís hardly worth going to
sleep is it.
I'm sure you wouldn't want this pink nightmare on
your wall. You could hang this in the nursery on the top floor so only your au
pair would have to tolerate it. I'm a little skint
this week having won a bid on ebay for an Eiffel
stature made from ear wax. Call it £2668.