The Incredible But True Story of Christopher Robin Incubus
The Incredible But True Story of Christopher Robin Incubus
February 16, 2001
by jason "loonyboi" bergman
(As told to Jason "loonyboi" Bergman by Clive Barker)
loonyboi: There's a story about you that I've been trying
to find out the truth behind for about ten years now. Every time I've heard
it, it's been one of those "friend of a friend" type things, so
I've started to think it's an urban legend. There's a story that says you
were at a signing in New York, and one of your fans sliced open their hand,
held it out to you and you signed your book in his blood.
Clive Barker: Here's what happened. It's important you
get the facts right. I was at Forbidden Planet [a comic book, sci-fi and horror
store in New York city], it was raining very hard, and I had a huge crowd.
[The signing was for] a Simon & Schuster book, so it was perhaps the Damnation
Game...no, it was a Putnam book. A fellow comes up to me, a very good looking
young man, so I noticed him. And he was very wet. He was wearing a T-shirt
soaked to the skin, and he had beautiful tattoos on his arms. And I said, "those
are beautiful." Oh, I know what the book was, it was Cabal - and he gave
me Cabal, so it was Simon & Schuster. And he passed it over to me and
said, "could you sign this" and I said "yes" and "who
should I sign it to?" He said, "would you sign it to Christopher
Robin Incubus." Which should have given me a clue right there.
Anyway, I looked up at him and said, "those really are wonderful tattoos."
He looked down as I signed and said, "this is for you." I looked
up and he took a straight razor and he cut open his tattoos. And my security
men had already gone because we'd been signing for four hours. And my loving fans...fled. I was sitting here at the table and Christopher
Robin Incubus was standing with a razor and blood pouring out of his arm.
I said, "do you want that in your book?" He said, "yes."
So I took his arm, and I put my hand [on it]. There was blood right there,
and I gave him a huge Clive Barker hand print in his book. I signed it, and
the medics took him away.
There is a follow-up: he appeared again at another signing, even more tattooed
than he had ever been before. He came up, he didn't have a book, looking a
little older, but still looking good. And took my hand, and kissed the inside
of my palm and left. And that's the true story.
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