I had a deep love for the TV series of this book when it screened in the 80’s. I’ve always remembered it, though with that feeling that it might not live up to being revisited the way many things from our childhoods don’t.
But reading the book would be alright wouldn’t it? Books are always better after all!
This is all about Matthew, a normal 11-year-old boy living with his parents and little sister in Surrey in that golden age when the space race was powering up. Matthew is too old for an imaginary friend. Yet when his parents keep finding him talking and arguing with a strange presence whom Matthew calls Chocky, that’s what they believe it must be…at first.
But Chocky is oddly sinister, and keeps asking Matthew all sorts of complicated questions about the world and making him behave in unusual and erratic ways. Then Matthew suddenly does something heroic, well beyond his capabilities; the media become interested and the interest in Matthew widens. His parents refer him to a psychologist. Who is Chocky? And what could he or she want with their son?
Well I don’t know if the book is better than the series, a little part of me will always love my memories of it. But Wyndham is a great writer. I loved the book. Chocky is a fascinating character and this story had many surreptitious feminist principles which, when this was published 50 years ago this year, were far from widely held. The thought of so many young boys reading this and absorbing the belief that women could be equal to men and that gender is a social construct is a joyous thing.
Apparently Spielberg bought the rights to this ten years ago – I hope he goes ahead with directing it. It’s more relevant than ever and I trust him with my memories.