I’ve
been delighted to discover that almost a year after I started my Gothic
novel - and my post on Melbourne’s architecture - I remain interested in buildings, both commercial and
residential.
The
first draft of my novel is almost complete, but I’m still intrigued by houses.
And
lately it’s been an absorption with old and run-down dwellings, the desolate
and the abandoned.
I
thought about the people who lived in and around these houses, some of them no
more than shacks, and what they were like and whether they were good people or
wicked, and whether they had dreams.
And
I thought about where these people might be now.
Are
they dead, or very old?
And I
couldn’t help feeling, when I wandered around these houses, that the souls of
some of the inhabitants weren’t very far away.
Or
maybe I’ve just been working inside of a Gothic novel for too long...
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