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Wednesday 21 March 2012

The Ten O'Clock Horses (1996) by LAURIE GRAHAM



Black Swan UK, 1996



 

 

Ronnie, something hungry and vile worming inside him, swelling till it fills his whole chest, pedalling faster, away from the silence of wet empty streets and the terror of something that is gaining on him fast.

 

You run straight home else the Ten O'Clock Horses'll get you.  Listen.  Can you hear them?  I can.  They're on the way, so straight home and don't look behind you.  I've told you what happens if you look behind.  'Ah, come on, Glover.  It's only twenty to nine.'



 
 
The Novel:  England. 1962.  Ronnie Glover, painter and decorator, lives in the East Midlands city of Leicester with his loyal but dowdy wife Eileen and their daughters Gillian and Susan.  He does his job, dutifully brings home his pay packet each week and looks forward to Friday nights –– the one night in seven when Eileen allows him to ‘get his end away’ even though she insists on them doing the deed on a towel so it won’t mess up her sheets.

 
But Ronnie’s familiar if constrained world is changing.  The war he helped the Allies win is long over and working-class people everywhere are beginning to expect more from life than what they were previously taught to believe was their rightful due.  They’re buying cars, getting the telephone connected, hosting anniversary dinners in the ballrooms of fancy hotels, playing cricket like the toffs and even doing 'peculiar' things like painting pictures and learning conversational Italian in their spare time.  Ronnie's own comfortable if uneventful life –– going to work, visiting the pub and the local chippy (or ‘fish and chip shop’ as we call it in Australia), walking his dog Gums late at night, refereeing his parents’ increasingly bitter arguments, taking his annual seaside holiday –– suddenly feels empty and unsatisfying.  There has to be more to living, he thinks, than eating the same stodgy meals night after night, watching Z Cars and The Dick Van Dyke Show on television and yarning away to Eileen about avocados, those exotic new fruits their local greengrocer has been after him to try.  

 
But what is it?  And how does an ordinary bloke like him go about finding it if it is, in fact, out there to be found?

 
These questions appear to be answered when he meets Jack –– Jacqueline Granger, his younger daughter Susan’s glamorous new dancing teacher.  Jack is married, speaks in a posh accent and lives in a large fancy house that backs on to the local golf course.  She's clever and charming and has long legs and a bum every bit as nice as that of his television dreamgirl Mary Tyler Moore.  When she asks Ronnie if he’d be interested in re-papering her kitchen he can’t believe his luck.  He fancies her something fierce but has convinced himself, while riding home on his bike, that a woman as sophisticated as the lovely Mrs Granger could never in his wildest dreams be attracted to a useless git like him. 

 
On his second visit to her house to start the job, however, Jack treats him to a free dancing lesson in her front room –– a lesson that quickly leads to him getting everything he’s ever dreamed of getting from a woman and more.  But there's a catch.  He feels guilty about it.  He starts lying to Eileen and to his workmates Vic and Pearce about why he’s spending so much time on that new job up on Gartree Road.  And there's also the unsettling question of how old the daringly sexy Jack really us.  Is she forty, like he so desperately wants her to be?  Or is she closer to sixty, like his mate Vic keeps hinting none too subtly each time her name crops up?  Can Ronnie hold on to her and the new life she seems to promise or will The Ten O’Clock Horses –– the nightmare nags that haunted his childhood thanks to the cranky neglectful mother who never really wanted him –– gallop in from nowhere and steal everything, his family included, away from him forever?
 
 
 

Quercus Books UK, 2010
 
 
 
What makes The Ten O’Clock Horses such an outstandingly perceptive novel is the way that Graham’s unique dialogue-based style manages to capture all the humour, frustration and banality of Ronnie's world and contrast it so poignantly with his growing sense of guilt and inner turmoil.   Her characters think, talk and behave like people you've probably known all your life –– that scruffy uncle who should wash a bit more than he does, that aunt who wears too much make-up and has a silly hair-do, your downtrodden grandpa who's quietly enjoying his own bit on the side now that grandma's too old and sick to be bothered keeping tabs on him.

 
While many critics have praised Graham's uncanny ear for dialogue –– she has a remarkable talent for capturing the natural rhythms of speech that any writer, past or present, would envy –– it's her ability to reveal and explore the emotional lives of her characters, and to describe the rapidly changing society of the early 1960s, that makes The Ten O’Clock Horses the equal, in my view, of earlier classics of post-war British social-realist fiction such as Alan Sillitoe’s Saturday Night and Sunday Morning (1958) and Stan Barstow’s A Kind of Loving (1960).  Ronnie Glover is every smart, sensitive but basically lost and desperate man who yearns for more than what he has but doesn’t necessarily want to hurt or alienate those he loves in order to get his hands on it.  While he's basically decent he's also human and prone to temptation and selfishness and therein lies his tragedy.  The nightmarish horses of the title serve as potent symbols not only of his unhappy childhood but also of what his future might become should he refuse to stop deluding himself and face up to reality.  His is, ultimately, a deeply moving story that raises issues we're all forced to confront as we age and our regrets begin to outnumber our dreams and the opportunities we're granted to realize them.

 
The Ten O'Clock Horses is sad, whimsical, angry, funny (it's very funny in places, so please don't be put off by my perhaps heavy-handed description of it) and, above all, highly entertaining.  It's also an underrated classic of late twentieth century British fiction that deserves to be judged on its merits and not solely by its cover(s).
 
 


LAURIE GRAHAM, c 2000


 
 
The Writer:  Everything you could ever want to know about the life and career of Laurie Graham is available on her website.  You'll also find photographs of her, links to her blog and further information about many of her other funny, compassionate and brilliantly insightful novels there.  The Dress Circle (1998) is another one well worth seeking out, if only because it might permanently alter the way you think about transvestites.
 
  


Black Swan UK, 1998


 
 
 
Use the link below to visit the website of English novelist and journalist LAURIE GRAHAM:
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
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