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First published July 27, 2009
Mr. Karswell had evidently set out with the intention of frightening these poor village children out of their wits, and I do believe, if he had been allowed to go on, he would actually have done so. He began with some comparatively mild things. Red Riding Hood was one, and even then… the wolf was so dreadful that several of the smaller children had to be taken out...Well, the show went on, and the stories kept on becoming a little more terrifying each time… At last he produced a series which represented a little boy passing through his own park in the evening. Every child in the room could recognize the place from the pictures. And this poor boy was followed, and at last pursued and overtaken, and either torn to pieces or somehow made away with, by a horrible hopping creature in white, which you saw first dodging about among the trees, and gradually it appeared more and more plainly…Well it turns out that Karswell, in addition to being mean, nasty and vindictive to the core, is also an expert in the black arts, having written a bizarre treatise on the subject years ago. The fate of the critic who panned that particular book makes up a major slice of this prose pie.