I could have picked almost any of the stories from Haddon’s collection The Pier Falls. It’s a masterful set of tales, and I find Haddon to be extraordinarily interesting – a poet, a novelist, a short story writer, and an artist, he seems to ooze a frenzied creativity which is paradoxically under iron control. ‘Wodwo’ tells the story of a middle-class family settling down for Christmas Eve, with their complex power structures and and rancid complacence beautifully rendered with telling detail after telling detail, when they are interrupted by a terrifyingly earthy figure at the French windows, carrying a gun and offering a game.
Rereading it just now I realised that I did not know what ‘wodwo’ even means. An Internet search reveals a Ted Hughes dramatic monologue which I have not read, and the information that a ‘woodwose’ or ‘wodewose’ is Middle English for a ‘wild man’, a staple of Medieval literature who can often be found carved into cathedrals alongside the Green Man.
That should give you a flavour of what is going on here – a social satire surging on waves of deep myth. It’s a fabulous story.
Collected in The Pier Falls, Jonathan Cape, 2016