It was back in the fall when I visited an area of the city that I had never been to before and saw the “P. James Magic Show” advert painted on a wall that I realized just how this fellow had really canvassed the city with his name and telephone number. Since that time I have kept a keen eye for his trademark black lettering that can, really, be just about anywhere; and that is what makes it both interesting and fun. In some ways it is a form of urban, guerrilla art, running counter to the professionally produced billboard ads. I particularly like it because whomever paints the ads (I have noticed new ones coming up here and there) is really consistent in their scripting. I would imagine that Mr. James is in a constant battle with the Public Works folks painting over his signs and, since his phone number is there, he is not hard to track down.
For Kaia and I, P. James has become sort of a mythical figure. A man who not only pulls cobras out of his mystery bag, but who can also materialize fire from his palms and saw Brahmin women in half. I still haven’t had the nerve to call him up, but intend to do so before we leave. I’d love to know what kind of response he gets from his ads and how he’s had to pay off the local authorities to keep them off his back. But then again, he’s a magician, so I’m sure he’s got the whole creating illusions and escaping danger thing down. While we’ll never likely be able to see his show in person, he’ll always be the great performer in our memories of
Why I Love this Time: Chocolate for breakfast!?! I don’t know if you could say that my parenting is getting better.