Here's a snippet from a Finnish horror story from 1939 that I'm editing for a collection of short horror stories of Harry Etelä (about whom I'll have to write more in a near future):
At first I couldn't remember who the boy resembled, but when he got nearer to us and I could see his pale face clearly, I felt like my brain had turned upwards and a freezing cold filled my body. Bill Clinton.. Bill Clinton.. kept pounding in my head. The boy dressed up in work overalls was Bill Clinton... without a doubt.
(From Kauhun kahleissa/Frozen In Terror, Seikkailujen Maailma/The World of Adventures, 4/1939. Transl. by JN.)
Friday, March 23, 2007
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