Last night I dreamed I went to Foyles Bookshop again. The old Foyles, the Foyles where you could never find the book you wanted but had so much fun in the trying; the Foyles in which every employee knew exactly where you would discover the desired volume.
Roald Dahl was there.
Harry Dean Stanton was there.
Roald Dahl told me I should read Harry Dean Stanton’s autobiography.
Harry Dean Stanton said it was up to me if I wanted to buy his book or not. He could care less.
I bought it. Stanton had written it under the pen-name of ChlsLachlos.
“I don’t understand.”
I woke up.
Discuss with reference to symbolism, children’s literature, iconic cinema, dreams and Les Liaisons Dangereuses.
Answers on one side of a postcard only.