I'm flying to France for a convention tomorrow, and hope to glimpse the Magic Kingdom, where the fairyland of Fairyland emerges into the world, through the window of one plane or another as I transit through Paris.
Nightwalking, like writing poetry or taking opium, was one of the means by which Romantics like De Quincey, and post-Romantics like Dickens, fostered a second self -- a silent, shadowy, mysterious other. It collapsed the dark recesses of the psyche into the labyrinthine spaces of the city.
I'm the author of more than twenty books, including novels, short story collections and a film monograph. My latest novel is Into Everywhere. Some of my fiction and nonfiction is archived on my web site. If you would like to contact me, details are here.