I was sorting through old boxes the other day when I discovered that I'd written "Valkyrie." There it was, the short story I penned in 1986, about a British chap who, in the year 1895, has a premonition and decides to kill the then six-year-old future Fuhrer.
OK, strictly speaking, it's not “exactly” the same as Bryan Singer's movie, but, broadly, I think you’ll agree, the elements are in place.
We've got a) an assassination plot against; b) Adolf Hitler; that c) fails. That my teenage self was inspired by a) a quick dip into "World Book Encyclopedia”; and b) a desire to replicate Stephen King’s "The Dead Zone"; doesn't c) diminish my adult self's hope at securing some of "Valkyrie's" anti-Nazi box-office gold.
That's because of my new heroine, Italian office worker Adriana Pichini, who...