In the absence of a Black & White Sunday from Paula, who’s skiving off somewhere, without so much as a By Your Leave? I decided to do one anyway. 🙂
I have just finished reading Terry Pratchett’s Johnny and the Bomb – again – which sees 12 year old Johnny Maxwell travel back in time with a small group of friends to 1941 (during World War II for those who may not be aware), where he hopes to save the residents of Paradise Street, a small cul-de-sac in his home town of Blackberry.
The street is accidentally destroyed during a German air-raid that had been intended for an industrial complex in the nearby town of Slate.
Of relevance to this post is one of the central characters of the story, a bag lady named Mrs Tachyon, who moves through the story pushing a supermarket trolley loaded with black plastic bin bags. Ostensibly the bags hold all the stuff she picks up. Although it is speculated by one of the children that the bags might just contain something else …
‘‘Y’know, my brother said Mrs Tachyon killed her husband years ago and then went mental and they never found his body,’’ said Bigmac.
They looked at the bags
‘‘None of them is big enough for a dead body,’’ said Yo-less, who wasn’t allowed to watch horror movies.
“Not a whole one, no,’’ said Bigmac.
It is a hilarious book and also contains some very pointed life observations, a hallmark of Terry Pratchett’s writing. I wholeheartedly recommend it.
At the end of the book, there is an About the Author page. It is quite poignant as the copy I own says: Terry Pratchett is … etc.
The same page on his last book to be published the About the Author page says: Terry Pratchett was.
I wonder if Terry would have cherished a real life encounter with Mrs Tachyon? One can only speculate how things might have turned out if he had.
Shot taken from the car as we whizzed through our own time.
Bags of Time …