
Readers like to be upset, excited and bowled over. I do not believe in talking down to children.

“When you’re little,” he says, “you don’t distinguish between fiction and reality. The author of Watership Down has been remembering, with some pride, how he used to petrify his children with scary stories at bedtime.


R ichard Adams, no stranger to terrifying children with his tales of rabbits being snared or gassed, narrows his eyes and recites, word-perfect, a lengthy passage from an intensely creepy short story by MR James called The Stalls of Barchester Cathedral.
