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All Quiet on the Home Front

When Isabel was a baby I had a dream. In the dream it was Christmas. We lived above a pub in a single room crammed with old pub furniture. In one corner was a Christmas tree. It had real candles, all of which were balanced precariously on the tree’s branches. It also had electric lights which were plugged into the socket using bare, sparking wires. And instead of sitting in a bowl of water, it sat in a bowl of acid.

The sense of claustrophobia, morbidity, and anxiety is apparent in All Quiet on the Home Front. It is a reflection of the fears that sat deep within the author Colin Pantall, all when he became a parent: the fear of his daughter’s death, his own death, and his built in obsolescence and redundancy as a parent.

To escape this claustrophobia, the banging off the walls and the endless ‘playing’, he took Isabel outside into the landscapes around their home in Bath. The woods of Brown’s Folly, growing out of the contours of an old stone mine, the scrappy bmx track built on the banks of the River Avon, and the Celtic hilltop of Solsbury Hill became their playground. These are the landscapes where both Isabel and Colin found themselves and this book tells that story.

It’s the story of becoming a child and becoming a father. It’s a self-portrait.

Colin Pantall, All Quiet on the Home Front, © ICVL Studio, 2017

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POSTED BY enrico
October 16, 2018