Summary

From the phenomenally bestselling author ofThe Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-timecomes Mark Haddon's first collection of poems. That Mark Haddon's first book afterThe Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-timeis a book of poetry may surprise his many fans; that it is also one of such virtuosity and range will not. The Talking Horse and the Sad Girl and the Village Under the Seareveals a poet of great versatility and formal talent. All the gifts so admired in Haddon's prose are in strong evidence here the humanity, the dark humour, and the uncanny ventriloquism but Haddon is also a writer of considerable seriousness, lyric power, and surreal invention. This book will consolidate his reputation as one of the most imaginative writers in contemporary literature.

Author Biography

Mark Haddon was born in Northampton in 1962. He studied for a BA in English at Merton College, Oxford, graduating in 1981.

Mark has packed a lot into his career over the years since graduating, with a spell working as a live-in volunteer for someone with MS to working a string of part-time jobs in London, from theatre box office to bicycle mail order work.

Between 1983-4 Mark returned to studying to complete an MSc in English Literature at Edinburgh University. Following this Mark held part-time positions for Mencap and several other organisations, working with children and adults with a variety of mental and physical handicaps.

At this time he was also involved in illustration work for a number of magazines and has been a cartoonist for the New Statesman, Spectator, Private Eye, Sunday Telegraph and Guardian for which he co-wrote a cartoon-strip, Men - A User’s Guide.

After a year living in Boston, Massachusetts (1997-1998) with his wife they moved back to England and, dissatisfied with his illustration work because it was causing him headaches, he took up abstract painting, which he now regularly sells.

From 1996 until now, Mark has been involved with many television projects. He has won numerous awards, including two BAFTAs and The Royal Television Society Best Children’s Drama for Microsoap for which he was the creator and writer of 12 out of 25 episodes.

He has also written 2 episodes for the children’s TV series Starstreet and most recently, has been involved in a BBC screenplay adaptation of Raymond Briggs’s, Fungus and the Bogeyman.

All this still doesn’t make mention of Mark’s increasingly successful career as an author, with his first children’s picture book, Gilbert’s Gobstopper published in 1987 by Hamish Hamilton.

Since then he has gone on to write and illustrate numerous children’s books including the popular Agent Z series for Bodley Head, of which Agent Z and the Penguin from Mars was dramatised on BBC 1 in 1996. In 1994 Mark was shortlisted for the Smarties Prize for The Real Porky Philips published by A & C Black.

Mark Haddon is the bestselling author of The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time, which won the Whitbread Book of the Year Award and a Commonwealth Writers’ Award for Best First Book in 2003, and has over 200,000 copies in print in Canada alone.

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time is the often amusing and compelling story of Christopher, a teenager with Asperger’s Syndrome. Shown through his unwavering eyes, his family and relationships come under sharp scrutiny in this unforgettable novel.

Mark now lives in Oxford with his wife, Sos Eltis, who is a fellow in English Literature at Brasenose College and their son Alfie. In his spare time, although it’s amazing to think that he might have some, Mark does marathon canoeing and as he puts it, ‘various other masochistic sports activities’.

Go, Litel Bok	p. 3
A rough guide	p. 4
After a beheading	p. 5
Cabin doors to automatic	p. 7
Green	p. 8
This poem is certificate 18	p. 9
Trees	p. 11
Nuns	p. 12
Rescued	p. 15
1998	p. 16
The seventh circle	p. 17
A tally stick	p. 19
The model village	p. 20
New Year's Day	p. 22
Average fool	p. 23
Bushings	p. 24
Midas	p. 25
Thunderbirds are go	p. 26
Great white	p. 27
Rings	p. 28
Black	p. 29
The penguin	p. 30
[actual symbol not reproducible]	p. 31
Days	p. 32
The river-car	p. 33
Galatea	p. 34
Christmas night, 1930	p. 35
Lullaby	p. 36
The twilight zone	p. 37
The short fuse	p. 39
Miaow	p. 41
Woof	p. 42
Gemini	p. 43
Old, new, borrowed, blue	p. 46
Dry leaves	p. 47
Poets	p. 48
Silver nitrate	p. 50
The facts	p. 51
The house of the four winds	p. 52
Once upon a time	p. 60
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Excerpts

Go, Litel Bok

Ladies and Gentlemen, members of the jury.
Those of my trade, we are like the badger or the mole.
We work alone in darkness, guided by tiny
candles which we do not share, sweating to give birth
to replacement planets where things happen which don't.
And sometimes the hard jigsaw becomes a picture
and not a car accident. More rarely we place
our fingers adroitly on the frets or keyboard
and multitudes plummet through the small white trapdoor
which bears our hieroglyphs. Then we are taken up
into the blaze and shout of the conurbations
to make words in the air and strike the strange pose
from the clothing catalogue. But sometimes we see
a swallow in wintertime. And the talking horse
and the sad girl and the village under the sea
descend like stars into a land of long evenings
and radically different vegetables
and a flex is run from our hearts into the hearts
of those who do not know the meaning of the words
cardigan or sleet. And there is no finer pudding.
Now I am like that cow in the nursery rhyme.
The fire I have felt beneath your shirts. These cloisters.
Red mullet with honey. This surprisingly large
slab of Perspex. Your hands are on me. But this man
is another man. The clock chimes, my pumpkin waits
and the frog drums his gloved fingers on the dashboard.
May the god whose thoughts are like a tent of white light
above the laundry and the pigeons of this town
walk always by your side. My burrow calls. Good night.

A Rough Guide

Be polite at the reception desk.
Not all the knives are in the museum.
The waitresses know that a nice boy
is formed in the same way as a deckchair.
Pay for the beer and send flowers.
Introduce yourself as Richard.
Do not refer to what somebody did
at a particular time in the past.
Remember, every Friday we used to go
for a walk. I walked. You walked.
Everything in the past is irregular.
This steak is very good. Sit down.
There is no wine, but there is ice cream.
Eat slowly. I have many matches.

After a Beheading

When you have jumped the logging trains
across the Hendersons and eaten

stray dog roasted on a brazier,
when you think that you can feel

the rasp of a freshly laundered pillow
on your face and hear

the little song of halyards
below your window at "The Limes"

but come round to the smell of petrol
and the sherry-hollowed faces

of your dubious companions,
when you want to lie down in the soiled,

grey snow and never move again,
you will come to a five-gabled house

in the suburbs of a cutlery-making city
and be embraced by a bearded man

with the build of a former athlete
who smokes "El Corazon" cigars.

His wife will have perfect breasts
and make the noise of a leopard sleeping.

Neither of them will ask you for your name.
You will be offered the use of a bathroom

where the towel-glare hurts your eyes,
the soap is labeled in Italian

and the cream suit on the warmed rail
fits with sinister precision.

You will then be led into the dining room.
There will be beef Wellington and firm pears

and a jazz trio playing Monk
on guitar and vibes.

There will be many fingerbowls.
Your host will say, "Eat . . . Drink . . ."

and as your hand hangs like a hawk
above the confusion of forks

you will realize that this
is where your journey starts.

Cabin Doors to Automatic

We take off in a lightning storm.
The big jets kick in and we climb
through blue explosions;
below the fuselage, moonlight
on the Solway Firth, the fields
of Cumbria, our litel spot of erthe
that with the see embracéd is.

This is how we leave the world,
with the heart weeping,
and the hope that distance
brings the solving wonder
of one last clear view
before that long sleep
above the weather's changes.

Green

Horace Odes 1:4

Spring and warm winds unlock the fist of winter.
Winches haul dry hulls down the beach.
The ploughman and his animals
no longer love the stable and the fire.
The frost no longer paints the fields white.

The moon is overhead. Cytherean Venus
dances with her girls. The Graces
and the spirits of the trees and rivers
stamp the earth while flaming Vulcan
tours the massive thunder-forges of the Cyclops.

It's time to decorate your oiled hair
with green myrtle or with flowers growing
from the soft earth. It's time to find a shady spot
and sacrifice a young goat to the woodland god.
Or kill a lamb if that is what he wants.

Death's sickly face appears at the doors
of shacks and palaces. Rich Sestius,
this short life makes a joke of long hopes.
Pluto's shadow hall, those ghosts
you read about in stories, and that final night

will soon be snapping at your heels.
And then you won't be throwing knuckle-bones
to win the job of drinking-master,
or ogling pretty Lycidas, who'll drive men wild
until he's big enough for girls.

Excerpted from The Talking Horse and the Sad Girl and the Village under the Sea: Poems by Mark Haddon
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