At the humongous mall in Arizona where the IMAX theater was where we watched “Project Hail Mary,” there was a carousel.
They’re bright, colorful, and full of whimsical art.
There’s often upbeat, cheezy music, not unlike that used by ice cream trucks, and we know how much I love ice cream trucks.
I did not ride the merry go ’round, I just watched it. I’m still emotionally compromised by Ray Bradbury’s carousel in “Something Wicked This Way Comes,” and the one in “American Gods” didn’t help. For all of their beauty and whimsy and child-like wonder, both Gaiman and Brandbury recognized the underlying current of horror.
Ooooooh! That took a turn!


