Long books fascinated me when I was a kid. There was probably no time between 1979 and 1988 when I wasn’t trying to read Lord of the Rings. I never got through it in one go and so I thought of it as a country I could visit but that I would never truly know. These were books that created a universe that seeped beyond the pages of the book, the turns of the story, it led to the endless sagas. To put beside the magic medieval mummery came the space aged later medieval mysticism of Frank Herbert’s 1965 novel Dune.
John Bleasdale is a writer. His work has appeared in The Guardian, The Independent, Il Manifesto, as well as CineVue.Com and theStudioExec.com. He has also written a number of plays, screenplays and novels.