The Night Land is not just a Sci Fi & Horror classic and a monument of creative speculation, it is also an amazingly weird bit of early 20th century soft porn. To say that Hodgson lavishes attention on the minute details of the relationship between the narrator and the Lady Naani is a vast understatement. We hear all about every arrangement of their eating, sleeping and bathing – all completely chaste – which included some nudity,lots of cuddling and kissing and some phenomenally detailed sexual hierarchy stuff, all while surrounded by loathsome gigantic monsters which are trying to eat them. It’s oddly charming the first 20 or 30 times, but then gets a LITTLE OLD over the course of 200,000 WORDS.
This book screams to have the story told from another perspective – Naani’s. I am laughing out loud here just thinking about it, and even wrote a little bit of the Fragments from the Diary of the Lady Naani. Here’s a sample:
The Ancient Records show that, at one time, the millions in the Great Redoubt had some serious firepower, and could lay waste to these monsters from miles away. They had flying machines, for crying out loud! So Galahad here shows up alone, on foot, armed with a circular saw on a stick? I am so doomed.
And:
The snuggles, the kisses and the ‘inadvertent’ glimpses of the goods have got Galahad completely under control. Good thing, since he’s about as sharp as a giant slug. Now, get me the hell out of here.
Maybe you had to be there. Almost done.
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