A boy sends a letter to Father Christmas asking for a remote control car. A boy who has been witnessing his mother and father tear each other apart, although he doesn’t fully understand what is going on. Still innocent – but growing less so – he lives in the strange, dreamlike land of childhood where important things are confused with trivialities and magic is still possible. The household may be collapsing around his ears, but it’s Christmas and the boy has asked for a toy. He still believes. Samanta Schweblin has written a story that brushes aside all the certainties, structures and mechanisms upon which we build our familial universe, she simply shows us everything through the eyes of a boy who has written to Father Christmas asking for a remote control car. No more, no less.
A boy sends a letter to Father Christmas asking for a remote control car. A boy who has been witnessing his mother and father tear each other apart, although he doesn’t fully understand what is going on. Still innocent – but growing less so – he lives in the strange, dreamlike land of childhood where important things are confused with trivialities and magic is still possible. The household may be collapsing around his ears, but it’s Christmas and the boy has asked for a toy. He still believes. Samanta Schweblin has written a story that brushes aside all the certainties, structures and mechanisms upon which we build our familial universe, she simply shows us everything through the eyes of a boy who has written to Father Christmas asking for a remote control car. No more, no less.