Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions. I keep my visions to myself.
Like the meaningful words sung by the legendary Fleetwood Mac, Victor A. DAvis’ “Gingerbread” is ethereal and born out of the dreams. Putting the essence of a dream into words is no easy task. In fact, it’s mostly an unsuccessful task. However, in Davis’ sinister reiteration of “Peter Rabbit”, it’s the chimerical imagery that makes this story better than your average re-imaginings.
The plot has two friends, Edgar and Arainy, entering a candy factory under the pretense to steal some sugary gold. Despite reservations, Arainy accepts her friends’ challenge to get her hands on this candy, despite the looming threat of the ever-present Candy Man. One does not want to get caught by this being for reasons you can only infer.
Instead of becoming a tale of warning against crime and the inevitability of comeuppance, Davis’ weaves themes of guilt and the propensity to inflict pain upon another. There’s commentary on humanity and the balances that fatalism can bring, but also a presentation of style by an author that clearly knows his way with words.