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Showing posts with label British Writers. Show all posts

Thursday, 12 February 2026

Think About It 120: FORD MADOX FORD

 

Our [political] representatives are uncouth, unpleasant to the eye... How could it be otherwise.  We do not choose them for their intellect, their artistic intelligence, their altruism, the mellifluousness of their voices, their physical beauty, their abstract wisdom, their seasoned knowledge of the values of Life.  We choose beings who hypnotically suggest that they and they only can fill our individual purses, our maws, our stores, our banking-accounts with property that at the moment of their appeal for our suffrages belongs to the heathen stranger... our fellow-countrymen.

      We elect them because they assure us that they will help us to take the bread out of our brother orphan's mouth and we get the rulers –– and the double-crossing –– that we deserve.

      And is it then worth while?  Or good enough?  Those fellows have got us all into this mess.  It is time we put an end to them.  It is time, that is to say that we made our voices heard... we moderate people who read or write books, visit picture galleries, listen to concerts... We who are the backbone of our countries, asking nothing of them and giving unceasingly.  There is not one of us who wants anyone murdered either wholesale or as individuals... And we are the people who shall survive, who shall come out of the gas-filled cellars and start again at the weary task of rebuilding our civilisations... we who have never yet seen any civilisation at all...

 

The Great Trade Route (1937)




Use the link below to visit THE FORD MADOX FORD SOCIETY, an international organization founded in 1997 'to promote knowledge of and interest in the life and works of Ford Madox Ford':

 

 

http://www.fordmadoxfordsociety.org/

 

 

 

 

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Thursday, 5 February 2026

The Write Advice 227: ANTHONY BURGESS

 

Writers have to be guilty.  We've got to feel guilty about everything and this guilt provides a dynamo.  And this dynamo charges the creative act so that every time you sit down and write a book you're shedding your guilt about people, about the world or whatever it is.  Once you get rid of this guilt and become a happy person you're no longer an artist.

 

The Dick Cavett Show [2 April 1971]

 

 

 

 

Use the link below to visit the website of THE INTERNATIONAL ANTHONY BURGESS FOUNDATION, an English-based organisation which 'encourages and supports public and scholarly interest in all aspects of the life and work of Anthony Burgess.'  It also operates an archive/performance space in his home town of Manchester.



https://www.anthonyburgess.org/

 

 

 

 

 

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Thursday, 15 January 2026

Poet of the Month 108: MERVYN PEAKE

 

MERVYN PEAKE

1911 – 1968 

 

 

 

 

 

 

FAME IS MY TAWDRY GOAL

 

 

Fame is my tawdry goal, and I despise

My heart for harbouring that crimson yearning —

For well I know that it will bring no burning

Beauty before the windows of my eyes

For I, unknown, am spun with mysteries

And all the firmament of stars, my awning —

And yet I have a love for parrot cries

 

And cry o' nights for fame, that spangled thing

And only on grey evening of clear thought

I know that there is nothing sold or bought

That alters with the selling or the buying —

Yet now when I am painting, or am trying

To launch a frigate line of cargo'd thought

The foul red lips of Fame begin to sing.

 

 

c 1939

Published in

Collected Poems

2008 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE TROUBLE WITH GERANIUMS

 

 

The trouble with geraniums

Is that they're much too red!

The trouble with my toast is that

It's far too full of bread.

 

The trouble with a diamond

is that it's much too bright.

The same applies to fish and stars

and the electric light.

 

The trouble with the stars I see

lies in the way they fly.

The trouble with myself is all

self-centred in the eye.

 

The trouble with my looking-glass

is that it shows me, me:

there's trouble in all sorts of things

where it should never be.

 

 

 

c 1939

Published in

A Book of Nonsense

1972  

 

 

 

 

 

 

Use the link below to read about the life and work of British artist, novelist, poet and playwright MERVYN PEAKE:

 

 

https://www.mervynpeake.org/ 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Thursday, 18 December 2025

Looks and Smiles (1981) by BARRY HINES

 

Penguin UK film tie-in edition, 1983



 

That afternoon, Mick walked into the city.  He visited the Jobcentre first, but it was closed.  'DUE TO LACK OF STAFF' it said on the door.  He stood in the doorway while he buttoned up his denim jacket and decided what to do next.  Sweet wrappers, crisp packets and sheets of newspaper tumbled past on the pavement.  Mick managed to read a few headlines as they went by.  One said: WAR DECLARED ON SCROUNGERS.  A police car cruised by and Mick looked up and down the road busily, as if he was about to depart, rather than just loitering there with nowhere to go.  He could not go home yet: his mother would still be in and she would accuse him of not looking for work.  But he could not face traipsing round all the firms again and seeing the same NO VACANCIES signs on board after board, or meeting gatekeepers and receptionists who, with a supercilious look and smug shake of the head, seemed to revel in his misfortune.  It was humiliating.  It made him feel ashamed: like a beggar.


 

The Novel:  It is 1981 and Mick Walsh and his best friend Alan Wright are about to leave school after sitting their A level GCSE exams, a decision made after they were assured by their careers counsellor that possessing this qualification would vastly improve their chances of finding good jobs when they were ready to enter the workforce.  But this advice, like so much in the UK and in the northern city of Sheffield they call home, was a lie.  The national economy is on the brink of collapse, marked by widespread factory closures and mass unemployment, violent race riots and — overseeing and sometimes directly inspiring the chaos — the repressive Conservative government of Margaret Thatcher, a politician who believes that the poor are poor only because they 'choose to be' and has come to power on the promise to slash funding to vital social services, cripple the trade unions and sell off what have previously been publicly owned utilities to the highest private bidders. 

 

A fortnight after leaving school Mick, Alan and their friends find themselves fronting up to their local Jobcentre every day where they're told by its chronically overworked and under-resourced staff that there are no vacancies for lads of their age anywhere and, worse, that this is likely to remain the case for months if not for years to come.  With nothing but time on their hands and nothing much in life to look forward to, this new generation of the long-term unemployed spend their days loafing in bed, roaming aimlessly round the city or, when the weather gets too cold, sitting for hours over a single cup of tea in the local cafeteria until they're chased out by its unsympathetic manager.  They have no money, no prospects and no real lives to speak of, while their parents are technically no better off than they are despite being gainfully employed, living as they do with the constant threat of wage cuts and the possibility of lay offs hanging uneasily over their heads.

 

Nor are Mick and his friends able to find any relief in their physical environment — an environment, thanks to a seemingly endless series of budget 'adjustments,' that is coming to resemble a war zone in a third world country, filled with rubbish and the rubble from unfinished apartment blocks and council improvement projects that have been abandoned due to lack of funds.  Theirs is a landscape essentially the same as that described by George Orwell in his dystopian 1948 novel Nineteen Eighty-Four — bleak, crumbling, dominated by poverty and want and facing increasing instability as families struggle to put food on the table and are forced by necessity to move elsewhere to search for work.  

 

Even when Mick does get sent for a job interview at Uttley and Parsons, a local engineering firm that has advertised for an apprentice fitter, it turns out to be another exercise in futility.  Although he makes it to the final round of interviews, he's ultimately denied the position, causing him to vent his frustrations by kicking over his broken motorcycle and wrecking the few objects contained inside his parents' largely empty garage.  (The family car has long since been sold off after being deemed an unnecessary luxury by Mick's dad.) 

 

Like Orwell's protagonist Winston Smith, Mick finds some relief from his troubles in the arms of the opposite sex, becoming involved with a girl named Karen Lodge whom he meets at a dance where he and Alan go to spend what little dole money they have left at the end of the week on beer.  But the excessive consumption of alcohol and the fights it invariably provokes are no substitutes for the chance to earn a decent living and, in Mick's case, finally have the funds required to get his beloved motorcycle back on the road.  Hard choices need to be made and Alan, remembering the military recruitment films they were shown during their final weeks at school, does what so many other young men in their position are doing and enlists in the army.  Mick is tempted to follow his example but is forbidden to do so by his parents who understandably have no desire to see their only son used as a cannon fodder in Northern Ireland or anywhere else that Mrs Thatcher may decide to send British troops in an effort to assert the nation's waning military might and boost its flagging morale.  (She would blithely send British troops to die in the Falklands War one year after Looks and Smiles was published.)

 

Mick stays in Sheffield, continuing his fruitless search for work and eventually breaking up with Karen who, unlike him, has a full-time job in a local shoe store.  Their relationship ends on a sour note after she insists on attending a football match with him, only to find herself relegated to the status of an unwanted burden that Mick is wary of being seen with by his mates.  (This is a prime example of Hines' honesty and at no time does he make Mick or his friends appear as martyrs.  They are always presented as ordinary young men with the usual flaws and foibles all young men possess.)  Although he attempts to console himself with beer, football, daydreaming and jeering at most forms of adult authority, Mick finds himself trapped in a routine now rendered even emptier and more demeaning by the loss of his best friend.  Only when Alan returns to town on leave does his life briefly improve, his interest piqued by tales of Alan's exploits as a 'squaddie' and the various sexual escapades he's enjoyed with the allegedly more amenable women who live 'down south.'

 

 

Michael Joseph first UK edition, 1981

 

 

 

Alan's return to duty sees Mick re-examine his decisions to remain in Sheffield and stay on the right side of the law.  When another friend suggests they break into the local Working Men's Club through its broken emergency door, Mick reluctantly agrees, walking off with several cartons of cigarettes they subsequently offload to a dodgy bookmaker for £175 — much less than the purlioned merchandise is worth, but more money than either of them has ever seen let alone had inside their pockets in their lives.

 

This illegally gained windfall allows Mick to finally repair his motorcycle, providing him with the means and the excuse he needs to try to reconnect with Karen.  But Karen has her own problems to contend with, chief among them being the daily struggle to arrive at work on time with so many bus services being cancelled due to cutbacks and her mother's plan to remarry following her separation from Karen's lorry driving father.  Things come to a head when Karen and Mick, who has stopped by to plead his case with her, are discovered naked in her bed together.  After fighting with her mother and fleeing their tiny council flat, Karen is found in the street by Mick who offers to drive her to the southern port city of Bristol where her father lives.  Once there, Karen tells him, she will move in with her father who, she has no doubt, will welcome her with open arms.  She will then find a new job and a flat of her own and keep an eye out for a job for Mick who, in time, will be able to leave Sheffield and move south to live with her. 

 

The trip to Bristol is an eye-opening journey for Karen, exposing to the hard truths of her father's life with his new partner Jenny and their infant son.  Although her father allows Karen and Mick to stay with them overnight, it soon becomes obvious that the idea of Karen moving in with him on a permanent basis is out of the question.  With nowhere else to go, Karen and Mick are forced to return to Sheffield, arriving there late the following afternoon and returning to their respective homes after agreeing to meet up again that evening at the pub.  

 

But all is far from well in the Walsh household.  Mick's parents are angry with him for traipsing off to Bristol with some strange girl on the spur of the moment without any motorcycle insurance or even the valid license required to pilot his machine.  And it turns out they have some discouraging news to share with him.  After months of speculation and silent worrying, Mr Walsh has now been laid off from his job, leaving Mick's mother as the only wage earner in the family.

 

Mick absorbs this setback as he has absorbed every other problem that life has dumped on him, finding some comfort in his continuing relationship with Karen and Alan's return to Sheffield on leave prior to his re-departure for the war zone that is British-occupied Belfast.  Alan has been hardened by his time as a soldier but, despite this, Mick can't help but regret that he didn't join his friend in the army — a regret that Karen, who insists that things will improve if he will only keep on trying to look for work, is quick to question, adding that they will be finished as a couple if he decides to enlist.  She goes on to suggest that Alan is trying to break them up, an idea hotly denied by Mick who nevertheless finds it impossible to deny the truth of what she's saying.  Joining the army represents radical irreversible change, something Mick desperately craves after enduring months of failure and frustration — a point depressingly emphasized when he returns to the Social Security Office the following day to sign the document that will allow him to collect his weekly dole money, only to discover that its queues are growing longer by the day.


Looks and Smiles was described by one reviewer as "A quietly devastating portrayal of human waste" and that is what it is — a graphic reminder of a time when the British working class were subjected to a particularly harsh form of economic rationalism implemented by a government determined to do everything in its power to stigmatize and dehumanize them while simultaneously doing all that it could to consolidate and increase the wealth of the ruling class.  The book often reads like a piece of stark dystopian fiction, filled with sharply drawn images of hopelessness and decay as business after business shuts its doors and finding paid work becomes a rarely bestowed privilege rather than a basic human right.  Of its three main characters, only Alan successfully emerges from the trap that life in Sheffield has become.  But he does this at the cost of his freedom and at the risk of dying a violently premature death at the hands of the IRA.  

 

The reader is left wondering if the lives of Mick and Karen will ever substantially improve, if the lives of the children it is implied they will go on to have together will be any different to or any better than their own stalled, perpetually compromised lives.  Sadly, it's difficult to believe they will.  Barry Hines was too canny a novelist to suggest that meaningful social change was possible without being accompanied by significant and committed political change.  Looks and Smiles is first and foremost a political novel, but a novel that does not rely on slogans or polemic to paint what is a damning portrait of a society determined to steal everything, including but not limited to their dignity, from those least able to afford to part with it.


 

 

BARRY HINES, c 1969

 

 

 

The Writer:  Although he published nine novels, one collection of short fiction and several works for stage and radio, Barry Hines was arguably best known for his cinematic collaborations with acclaimed British director Ken Loach.  Their first project, the 1969 film Kes based on Hines' 1968 novel A Kestrel for a Knave, remains a well-loved classic of social realist cinema, a film that has lost none of its power to affect and outrage the viewer after more than half a century.

 

Hines' work, like that of his fellow northern novelists David Storey, Alan Sillitoe and Stan Barstow, is imbued with the gritty working class spirit of its Yorkshire setting, presenting the reader with an undiluted vision of what were often very hard lives marked and sometimes redeemed by a dry and mischievous sense of humour.  It is no surprise that Hines rejected an offer from the Disney organisation to film A Kestrel for a Knave on the proviso that it be granted the right to change its ending so that the bird of the title lives rather than meets its end at the hands of its young protagonist's brutish older brother.  Hines instinctively understood that the lives of the people he wrote about had no place in them for predictable happy endings.

 

Melvin Barry Hines was born in Hoyland Common, a small mining village near the town of Barnsley in West Yorkshire, on 30 June 1939.  He was the son and grandson of miners and would have entered that perilous trade himself had he not been academically gifted enough to earn himself a scholarship to the grammar school in nearby Ecclesfield.  He had in fact accepted a position as an apprentice mining surveyor and was poised to enter the industry when a neighbour, upset that he was not utilizing his full potential and wasting an opportunity that the sons of many other miners would have killed to obtain, sent him back to school to take four A-levels and before going on to train as a teacher.  It was while he was teaching Physical Education at a school in Barnsley — and contemplating a possible career as a professional footballer after he was offered a trial by English club Manchester United — that Hines began his debut novel The Blinder, writing the bulk of it in the school library after the students had vacated the premises for the day.

 

The Blinder, based on Hines' own experiences as a cocky young football prodigy, was published in 1966 following the broadcast by the BBC of two short radio plays he had written.  The novel brought him to the attention of film and television producer Tony Garnett who offered him the chance to write a script for the popular BBC Wednesday Play series.  Hines turned the offer down, explaining that he had a new novel he needed to write and taking a leave of absence from his teaching job to write it far from home on the Italian island of Elba.  This book became A Kestrel For A Knave and remains the most popular novel he ever published, one that Garnett and his friend and collaborator Ken Loach wasted no time securing the film rights to.  The film's success led to more offers of work in films, radio and television, including three more collaborations with Loach that saw him become deeply involved with the production process, even to the point of having some say in the casting decisions.  The last of these collaborations was Looks and Smiles released in 1981 — a project that would go on to win the Young Cinema Award at that year's Cannes Film Festival.

 

 

BARRY HINES, c 2001

 


Hines continued to combine the writing of novels with film and radio work through the 1980s, penning the script for the award-winning speculative drama Threads that imagines life in Sheffield following a nuclear war.  Released in 1984, the telefilm was nominated for seven BAFTA awards the following year, winning the prize for Best Single Drama Program.  (The program was so graphic that it was not re-screened on British television for seven years.)  His penultimate novel The Heart of It appeared in 1991, telling the loosely autobiographical story of a successful screenwriter who returns to the mining town he was born in to visit his radicalised miner father.  It was followed in 2000 by a final novel titled Elvis Over England, an attempt to portray a different, more comical side of life in the north that received mixed reviews and came as a perhaps disappointing end to what had been a notable literary career.


A collection of Hines' short fiction titled This Artistic Life was published in 2009, the same year he was diagnosed with Alzheimer's Disease and entered a care facility in his childhood home of Hoyland Common.  Married twice and the father of two children by his first wife, Barry Hines died in his native Yorkshire on 18 March 2016. 




French film poster, 1981




The film adaptation of Looks and Smiles, co-written by BARRY HINES, directed by KEN LOACH and starring GRAHAM GREEN as Mick Walsh, TONY PITTS as Alan Wright and CAROLYN NICHOLSON as Karen Lodge was released by Kestrel Films in 1981.  It may be available to view via your preferred streaming service, as may Kes (1969) which was fully restored for the prestigious Criterion DVD Collection in April 2011.

 

 

 

 

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Thursday, 23 October 2025

Joby (1964) by STAN BARSTOW



New Windmill/Heinemann Books UK, 1983

 


What did he want? Joby asked himself as he walked away from the house.  What was it he was looking for?  Did he really believe his mother was in danger, that she wasn't coming back to make life as before?  He didn't know what he did believe.  Somehow the events of the afternoon had contracted themselves into a sharp point of loneliness and uncertainty which ripped a small tear in the protective fabric of his world.  So that he now looked through the tear at his world and though it seemed in almost every way the same it was in fact different… He wanted, he needed now, a grown-up whom he could trust and who would, if only for a few minutes, talk to him directly, really talk to him, person to person, without evasions or mention of rules or fobbing him off because he wouldn't understand.  He could understand if only he had the chance.  But it seemed there was only one person who would even make the attempt to talk to him like that, and she wasn't here and he couldn't get to her.



 

The Novel:  The transition from childhood to adolescence to adulthood can be a challenging, confusing, emotionally painful experience and, for many people, a physically painful process as well.  This probably explains why it has always served as such a popular theme for novels in the West, some of which — The Member of the Wedding (1946), The Catcher in the Rye (1951), The Go-Between (1953), Billy Liar (1959), That Was Then, This Is Now (1971) and even the ubiquitous Harry Potter series (1997–2007) to some extent — have gone on to achieve iconic status for their depictions of children struggling to come to terms with the unavoidable and sometimes unduly harsh realities of adult life.


While Stan Barstow's Joby may not be as well known or as widely read today as these novels, it nevertheless remains a notable addition to the canon of twentieth century children's literature, recreating a time and place — a small Yorkshire mining town in the final peacetime summer of 1939 — with unpatronising precision and a remarkable sense of warmth and compassion.  What happens to eleven year old Joseph Barry Weston after he's sent off to stay with his nagging Auntie Daisy for what he's been told will only be a few days while his mother goes to hospital proves to be as life-changing for him as it does, in the end, for his parents.


Denied access to his 'Mam,' as he calls her, for the first time in his life and fearful that the truth about her health is being hidden from him — a fear that reduces him to tears when he learns, on the morning of her departure, that she'll be undergoing surgery while she's away — Joby finds himself plunged into a world that, while outwardly still recognisable as the familiar world of childhood, quickly begins to change in ways that are completely unforeseen and, for that reason, deeply unsettling to him.  It's the way Barstow explores these changes and the responses they trigger — the known and safe being replaced by what is unknown and unsafe and, at its worst, threatening — that makes this short but flawlessly written novel so worthy of rediscovery.  Joby gradually ceases to be a quiet well-mannered boy whose studiousness has earned him a place at his local grammar school and becomes the kind of boy who deliberately shuns the company of his best friend Snap, gets into fistfights, spies on adult lovers having sex outdoors, exposes himself to a girl (who in turn exposes herself to him), regularly steals from shops and sends a bottle of stolen perfume to a different girl named Elsa Laedeker whose family are recently escaped Jewish refugees from Nazi Germany. 

 

Joby also violates the strictly enforced rule that forbids children from visiting hospitals and surprises his cousin Mona — a dozy teenager who has been roped in to doing his dad's housework while his Mam's away — coming downstairs from his parents' bedroom where his dad, he's nervously informed by her, is laid up sick in bed.  Joby is immediately struck by how breathless Mona appears to be and the uncharacteristic redness of her face.  A few Sundays later, when his dad comes to his Auntie Daisy's house to have his tea and offers to help Mona with the washing up, Joby overhears them talking in the scullery in a very unusual way and creeps forward so he can better observe them through the room's half-open door.  'His father kissed Mona on the mouth,' we're told, 'before she pushed him away with, "Give it up now; don't be so daft".'



Michael Joseph Ltd first UK edition


 

Eventually, Joby's Mam is released from hospital and returns to the family home.  But while all is apparently well with her physically, the same can't be said of her emotionally.  Following an informative visit from Mr Laedeker, father of Elsa, the Jewish girl to whom Joby made a gift of the stolen perfume, his Mam angrily sends him to bed, only to see him wake up hours later in need of his supper and a drink of water.  Sneaking downstairs in search of them, Joby once again finds himself ideally placed to eavesdrop on an adult conversation — this time a more heated one in which his Mam argues with his Auntie Daisy and Mona who, it's eventually revealed, had been on the verge of running off to Manchester with Joby's dad who has, it appears, now vanished.

 

The next day Joby's dad still hasn't returned home, prompting another visit from sanctimonious Auntie Daisy who this time brings her husband, Mona's father, with her.  Their blustering presence drives Joby out of the house, sending him down to the river where, to his shock, he finds his dad stretched out on the grass in his best suit, a new cloth cap set low on his head, gazing thoughtfully at the water.  'His best clothes somehow added to the strangeness of his sitting there alone like this, and as Joby looked at him he experienced for the first time a sense of his father as not his father… He saw for the first time his father as a person carrying about with him a world of his own… He was only a part of his father's world whereas his father belonged to his, Joby's, world in its entirety.  And things were far from well in his father's world.'  Joby tries to question his dad, who dismisses him, as every other adult he knows has always done, with the statement that he 'wouldn't understand' the situation he's in because he's far too young to know about such things.  He tells Joby to go back home and Joby obeys, only to stop walking after a few steps, terrified at the prospect of what his dad might do to himself if left to his own devices.  

 

The Joby who turns around to fetch his dad away from the riverbank is no longer a little boy.  While he doesn't fully comprehend what's happened to his family, he has learned enough to realise that the life he'll be living from now on will never be the same sort of life he lived with his Mam and dad before the former went to hospital.  


 

 

STAN BARSTOW, c 1960



The Writer:  'There are no villains in Stan Barstow’s fiction,' wrote journalist Andrew Darlington in a 1973 article about the Yorkshire born novelist, playwright and radio dramatist whose literary debut A Kind of Loving, published to rave reviews in 1960, remains a key work of mid-century British social realism.  'Only victims.  When you think in terms of his working class background, and the outlook you could expect to develop from such roots, that may seem strange… Politically, Barstow’s characters say only what he feels they would say, never what he feels they should be saying… the most obvious reason for Barstow’s apolitical style is his interest — not in issues, but individuals.'  It is this interest in investigating the psychology of individuals trapped in lives they can't seem to escape that makes Barstow's fiction — be it novel, story or play written for stage or radio — so engaging and enduringly relevant.  

Stanley Barstow, the son of a coal miner, was born on 28 June 1928 in the West Riding town of Horbury and was first educated at his local council school before doing well enough in his Eleven Plus exam to earn a place at Ossett Grammar School in nearby Wakefield.  From here he preceded to his own table in the draughting office of Charles Robert Engineering, a local Horbury firm where he would remain until the success of A Kind of Loving — greatly enhanced by its award winning 1962 cinematic adaptation directed by John Schlesinger — made it possible for him to become a full-time writer.  He was, by then, married to his former schoolmate Connie Kershaw and the father of two young children, Neil and Gillian.

Barstow first began writing on his honeymoon when the combination of damp weather in the Lake District and the encouragement of his new bride prompted him to try his hand at a short story.  He was twenty-three years old and, according to a 1969 interview, 'didn't think for a moment anybody would take me seriously as a writer or that there was anything in me worth taking seriously.  I began to regret the years of slacking at school but I was looking for some kind of creative outlet.'  As he would later recall in his 2001 autobiography, he sold a total of four stories over the next eight years, earning enough to buy a Remington portable typewriter and provide him with an incentive to keep on writing.  He produced his first novel in 1955, a thriller about two teenage boys who travel to Blackpool for a holiday after one of them has assaulted and robbed a local shopkeeper, which was rejected by every publisher he sent it to, only to be revised and appear in 1987 as his tenth published novel B-Movie.

A Kind of Loving, which became the Book Society Choice of 1960 and has seldom been out of print since, was followed a year later by his first short fiction collection The Desperadoes and Other Stories and in 1962 by Ask Me Tomorrow, the autobiographical tale of a young Yorkshire writer named Wilf Cotton.  Barstow's next novel was Joby which, like much of his work, would go on to be successfully adapted for television in 1975.  This was also the case with what came to be known as the 'Vic Brown Trilogy,' consisting of A Kind of Loving and its sequels The Watchers on the Shore (1966) and The Right True End (1976) which became an eagerly anticipated ten part Granada Television serial that premiered in the UK on 4 April 1982. 

Much of Barstow's other work was also adapted for radio and the stage, with his first original work for the latter medium — Stringer's Last Stand, written in collaboration with Albert Bradley — debuting in 1971 at York's Theatre Royal.  By now a well-established writer whose work sold steadily and was generally admired by the critics, Barstow was commissioned to adapt Winifred Holtby's novel South Riding into a thirteen part series for Yorkshire Television in 1974.  He also published four further collections of his own short fiction between 1969 and 1984, all of which were collected, along with his first collection, as The Likes of Us: Stories of Five Decades by the Welsh-based Parthian Press in 2013.



 

STAN BARSTOW, c 2005

 

Barstow and his wife separated in 1990 (though never divorced), after which he began a relationship with fellow radio playwright Diana Griffiths.  The couple moved to South Wales in 2000, Barstow having published what would be his final novel Next of Kin — third part of the 'Ella Palmer Trilogy' set in a Yorkshire mining village during World War Two — in 1991.  His well-received autobiography In My Own Good Time appeared a decade before his death, aged eighty-three, on 1 August 2011.   

'I have lived by my writing since 1962,' his autobiography concludes.  'I have brought up my children and provided for those it has been my duty to support.  That this has been achieved solely through my own efforts, without subsidy, grants, paid fellowships or awards with monetary gifts attached, should, I feel, be a cause for some pride.  It has all been worked for, year on year.  I have been a professional.  I have survived.'  As will his work which awaits a new generation of readers who are sure to find themselves and their complex and sometimes unfairly compromised lives reflected in its pages. 

 
 
 
 
Use the links below to visit The Literature of Stan Barstow, a website operated by MARTIN BENSON, and read a 2011 article about the writer and his work by journalist ANDREW DARLINGTON:
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

 

 

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That Was Then, This Is Now (1971) by SE HINTON

 

 

The Chocolate War (1974) by ROBERT CORMIER

 

 

Poor Cow (1967) by NELL DUNN

 


Friday, 4 July 2025

The Write Advice 220: ANTHONY BURGESS

 

I am by trade a novelist.  It is, I think, a harmless trade, though it is not everywhere considered a respectable one.  Novelists put dirty language into the mouths of their characters, and they show these characters fornicating or going to the toilet.  Moreover, it is not a useful trade, as is that of the carpenter or pastrycook.  The novelist passes the time for you between one useful action and another, he helps to fill the gaps that come in the serious fabric of living.  He is a mere entertainer, a sort of clown.  He mimes, he makes grotesque gestures, he is pathetic or comic and sometimes both, he sends words spinning through the air like coloured balls.

      His use of words is not to be taken too seriously.  The President of the United States uses words, the physician or garage mechanic or army general or philosopher uses words, and these words seem to relate the real world, a world in which taxes have to be levied and then avoided, cars have to run, sicknesses to be made well, great thoughts thought and decisive battles engaged.  No creator of plots and personages, however great, is to be thought of as a serious thinker — not even Shakespeare.  Indeed, it is hard to know what the imaginative writer really does think, since he is hidden behind his scenes and his characters.  And when the characters start to think, and express their thoughts, these are not necessarily to be thought of as the writer's own… Even the tragic dramatist remains a clown, blowing a sad tune on a battered trombone.  And then his tragic mood is over and he becomes a buffoon, tumbling about and walking on his hands.  Not to be taken seriously.

 

'The Clockwork Condition' (1973, unpublished until 2012)

 

 

 

 

Use the link below to visit the website of THE INTERNATIONAL ANTHONY BURGESS FOUNDATION, an English-based organisation which 'encourages and supports public and scholarly interest in all aspects of the life and work of Anthony Burgess.'  It also operates an archive/performance space in his home town of Manchester.



https://www.anthonyburgess.org/

 

 

 

 

 

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Thursday, 5 June 2025

The Write Advice 219: LISA APPIGNANESI

 

Writing a memoir means that you've probably reached a certain age, an age where mortality seems close to you, either because your parents have died or are dying, or because your children are growing up and abandoning you in one sense or another.  And I think that's the age at which people begin to think about the past.  It will lead you to consider all kinds of questions about truth and the workings of memory… I think the first thing to do is to select out.  Otherwise you'll have no time to live as you recollect the past — there is a great deal of it!  So select out for the moments that have a particular resonance for you.  Play with those and see where they take you.  They may take you into interesting places and not necessarily the places where you thought you might visit… For me, the memoir is not autobiography.  It's very, very distant from that.  There's no attempt to give a chronological rendition of one's life.  I was looking at the traces of the legacies.  I used the novelist's skills of going into the minds of the people you know least — namely my parents before I was born!  These are totally mysterious others.  You also need to be able to set scenes and to be able create movement in the text and create characters the way a novelist would. 


'How To Write Memoirs' [BBC World Service]

 

 


 

Use the link below to read a recent article by Polish-British-Canadian novelist, writer and social advocate LISA APPIGNANESI:

 

 

https://www.freud.org.uk/2025/01/05/24042/

 

 

 

 

 

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Thursday, 24 April 2025

Think About It 108: GEORGE ORWELL

 

It is probably a mistake for any kind of artist, even a critic, to endeavour to ‘keep up’ beyond a certain point.  This does not mean that one has to accept the normal academic assumption that literature and art came to an end about forty years ago.  Clearly the young and the middle-aged ought to try to appreciate one another.  But one ought also to recognize that one’s aesthetic judgement is only fully valid between well-defined dates.  Not to admit this is to throw away the advantage that one derives from being born into one’s own particular time…Each generation imagines itself to be more intelligent than the one that went before it, and wiser than the one that comes after it.  This is an illusion, and one should recognize it as such, but one ought also to stick to one’s own world-view, even at the price of seeming old-fashioned: for that world-view springs out of experiences that the younger generation has not had, and to abandon it is to kill one’s intellectual roots.

 

Book review (Winter 1948) 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Use the link below to read about the life and work of ERIC ARTHUR BLAIR, better known to the world as GEORGE ORWELL:

 

 






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Thursday, 9 January 2025

The Write Advice 210: ANTHONY BURGESS

 

What could I teach these sharp, wary, vigorous Creative Writers?  Only the grammar they should have learned in fourth or fifth grade, only the professional trickery which shocked them with its insincerity.  They were terribly sincere, even when they divined that there was money in this writing racket if only you cut out the artsy-shmartsy crap.  By professional trickery I meant and mean the use of repetitive verbal tropes to fix a character in the reader’s mind, helped along by ocular tics and patches of alopecia (give the character the name Fox, since he has fox-mange); how to describe a seething party with everybody talking at once; how to convey a stormy sea by raiding an arbitrarily chosen page of a dictionary (stairwells of foam, waves rearing in stalagmites, precipitating in stalactites, staminiferous in their stalwart stallion-balled stalling angles). Or I could concentrate on opening techniques, with reference to The Good Soldier or Middlemarch.  What I could not evade was the dogged listening to dull work in progress.  Wow, that’s great, Janice…If these young people learned nothing else, they learned how heartbreaking the writing game was.

 

You've Had Your Time (1990)

 

 

 

 

Use the link below to visit the website of THE INTERNATIONAL ANTHONY BURGESS FOUNDATION, an English-based organisation which 'encourages and supports public and scholarly interest in all aspects of the life and work of Anthony Burgess.'  It also operates an archive/performance space in his home town of Manchester.



http://www.anthonyburgess.org/

 

 

 

 

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