Olga Núñez Miret kindly put an article about me on her blog, ‘Dragons and murder don’t mix, do they?’ which I reblogged to my dragonpost on 28th November, 2014. I thought I would reciprocate her very kind gesture by copying from her Gravator and Amazon author’s page about her.
….. I’m a writer, translator (English-Spanish and vice versa) and a forensic psychiatrist. I was born in Barcelona and moved to the UK in 1992 to train in psychiatry. After a few years I decided to go back to full time education and completed a BA in American Literature at Sussex University (it included a year in Mount Holyoke College, Massachusetts, and a PhD on ‘the Films of David Mamet’. As I never tired studying I also did an MSc (Distance Learning) in Criminology and Criminal Justice (Leicester University). Now decided to try and focus on writing, translating and exploring interesting…
I follow ‘Just Olga’ (Olganm.Wordpress.com) and one of her many comments mentioned childhood memories, which inspired me to write this blog. It actually happened to me when I was a kid of about eight.
‘Our Kath. Go outside to coal’ouse and get bucket of coal,’ my father said. (I should add that we were northerners, from the UK, hence the phrasing of this sentence).
I knew better than to argue, and with a sigh I climbed from my knees, reluctantly glancing down at my unopened Christmas presents. Why me? I thought. My brother should go. There were strict male/female chores in our household. Most of the jobs were deemed as women’s work, but not the laying of fires and bringing in the coal from the outside coal house. That task fell to my father or my brother, who, because he was a year younger than me, was only expected…
Invasion of the Body Snatchers is a classic sci-fi film that may be more than it seems. Hang on, I’ll get to that in a moment.
So what is it about? Dr. Miles Bentell returns to his small California town and discovers something is wrong. People are coming to see him in dire need of valium or something stronger! Even his girlfriend, Becky Driscoll is upset about her cousin, Wilma thinking her uncle Ira isn’t her uncle! The fear is mounting and just when we want things to happen and for it all to be fixed, everything’s okay! Wilma laughs and says Uncle Ira is fine.
Her uncle is smiling and smoking his pipe, looking like something out of a Norman Rockwell painting. We’re supposed to be relieved—in fact, we are a bit relieved. Perhaps Wilma had a bad dream or imagined something…But wait! The paranoia begins to spread…