My grandfather #Roald_Dahl, the magician | Books | The Guardian
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Mes enfants adorent.
I called him Mold, because when I was a toddler they tried to teach me the Norwegian pronunciation of his name (“Roo-al”, with a regal, long stretched “Roo”; “al” like the end of mall; silent D), but my baby tongue couldn’t get to grips with it, and instead Mold he was, ever after. Sometimes Moldy. He smoked Dunhill cigarettes (he called them “gaspers”), and he smelled of West Indian Limes shaving soap and the air outside. He had a voice as familiar and warm as the creak on a floorboard, the beginnings of a fire.
