Are any of you familiar with the writer Davis Grubb? I have always loved his work, probably because a lot of his stories are fantasy and remind me a lot of Ray Bradbury's stories. In fact, a few of my favorite Davis Grubb short stories, "The Boy Who Stole the Moon," "The Rabbit Prince," and "Where the Woodbine Twineth" could have been written by Ray Bradbury they sound so much like him--
No, but that last made a great Alfred Hitchcock ep. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0394103/ I have several other appearances of the child actress from that on tape, that six degrees enough for ya?
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could have been written by Ray Bradbury they sound so much like him--
Ah...but they are NOT him, and therein, as Shakespeare said, lies the rub. (lol)
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Originally posted by Viktoria: Are any of you familiar with the writer Davis Grubb?
Yes, Viktoria, indeed I am. Have been for many years. In fact, as I was reading his brilliant Night of the Hunter, I thought to myself, wow - he writes so much like RB! - beautiful stuff.
By the way, see the movie (directed by Laughton), it's probably one of my Ten Favourite Films.
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I did check out some of Grubb's work. I had to admit, his work is similar in some ways, and very good. Maybe Grubb met Ray somewhere long ago and rubbed Ray's head for good luck... It must have worked.This message has been edited. Last edited by: Robert M Blevins,
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Thanks for this recommendation. Just read the opening pages of Fool's Parade on Amazon, and you're right, very Bradbury in tone and style. Enough so that I felt instantly at home.
Just ordered Night of the Hunter (love the original film) Fool's Parade and a collection of short stories.
It's great when you're introducd to new writers. Thanks again.
Tom, a wonderful film was made of Grubb's "Fool's Parade." Unfortunately, I don't think it ever made it to video or DVD, and the last time I saw it on TV was before the VCR era, or I'd have taped it in a heartbeat. Though it starred Jimmy Stewart and a host of wonderful character actors, Anne Baxter stole the whole movie as "Cleo," a riverboat madam fallen on hard times. She had painted-on black eyebrows, and she was so patriotic she made everyone who came to her floating brothel (only one girl, though) remove their hats in the presence of the huge American flag hanging on the wall ("We respect that around here.") Her whole life is saddened and embittered because she has never been allowed to join "the DARs," even though her many-times-removed great-grandmother served the Continental Army in the same way as Cleo, and died of an "infection." ("Just as honorable a wound as if she'd died in battle!" quoth Cleo.) According to Cleo, her grandmother had gotten that "infection" from a "splinter in her tit--from a pair of wooden teeth!" Cleo was sure the owner of the teeth was a "high-ranking officer--maybe a colonel!" Of course, these lines didn't get past the television censors, so Cleo only said her grandmother had died of an "infection." And, of course, the censoring made it sound far worse than it actually was! (My gods, I'd love to see "Fool's parade" again!)
Davis was my cousin's uncle (other side of the family), her very cool and creative dad's brother. An odd duck, as I recall the comments. I read a short story collection of his in college, and have been utterly horrified by Night Of The Hunter on several occasions. How nice that Davis is remembered. I just recall shuddering at some of his stories--dark and tortured.
~I put the sweater on and watched the waves come up and fall down on the beach...Even a drunken man could not collapse with the elegance of those waves. ("The Lake," RB)