Literature
Interview: The Making of Matilda - Part 1
“I hate… to admit… it… to myself… but I've… given up… on… them… giving…up…“ Matilda’s voice was little more than a quiet whisper, continually punctuated with strained, breathless gasps for air. To make things even more difficult, it was enough of a challenge just to get close to her. Well, in truth, getting close to her body wasn't the problem, but the enormity of the rolls and mounds of fat that surrounded and buried her modest frame made getting close enough for conversation quite the test.
Eventually, I was rigged up with a cherry-picker - a platform on a hydraulic arm - that could put me in polite talking distance with, quite possibly, the heaviest woman I had interviewed to date. Perched atop the platform, on a functional but comfortable seat, I felt akin to a mediaeval guard in a watchtower, surveying the rolling landscape of a dangerously over-engorged body. As my self-consciousness abated, however, I was met with a surprisingly warm and friendly smile from Matilda. As a young
