'I am like them, but I'm not like them. I helped them. Unwittingly, unwillingly. Occasionally it felt as though I was on their side. But I'm not. I know I'm not.'
I fear the character is in denial. This dangerous book is now in all bookshops, airports, and so forth. By reading it, are we being drawn into this circle? By joining in discussions on Shocklines? By writing about horror? We scarcely know what we do. We are party to it, without realising.
Even in the late nineteen-eighties you could find a Conrad Williams story in 'Dementia 13' magazine and other small beginnings. The foul fruit is now being harvested. Please do not add to this thread, because that is what is wanted.






