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Let's Go Play at the Adam's

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Anyone else remember this one? It first came out in 1975, I think. Madell Johnson the author, never published again. As I was working my way through Chuck's essays, especially the one on creating physical sensation for the reader, I had a sudden memory of the ordeal of [I]Let's go Play at the Adam's[/I]. One of the most intensely horrific experiences in psycho-terror ever. Much more effective than [I]American Psycho.[/I] What makes it so powerful is how the writer transfers to us the physical and mental state of Barbara, the babysitter. The kids tie her to the bed while she is sleeping. It starts out as a practical joke and then the joke part unravels. Sheer hell by the ending, in which Johnson pulls no punches. He sees the scenario all the way through to the most terrible of conclusions. Still, there is a subtext of social commentary that make this more than simple splatter lit.

The book is now out of print. I ordered a used copy. Anxious to read it again. If you can find a copy, I'd love to discuss it with someone. Stangely, what I remember most clearly about the book is learning a fact that had never occurred to me before (I was still a kid): when the lights are on in your house at night--it is those outside who can see in; you can't see out. That image/reality of how windows changed functions between day and night was like a kick in the gut. Don't know why, but it was.