Halloween 2024

I’m not a huge fan of Halloween, though I am looking forward to going to a kids’ Halloween party later on today. Nor do I particularly enjoy horror as an artistic genre. But I have many exceptions to this aversion: I have always loved Bram Stoker, Mary Shelley, Mervyn Peake, The Owl Service and The Wicker Man, for instance. I am also fascinated by hauntology and enjoy lots of recent music and literature influenced by folk horror.

By pure coincidene, however, I finished my second reading of Tim Cooke’s Dark Play in bed shortly before midnight last night, and this morning I started reading Ghost of an Idea by William Burns. Cooke’s short story collection is excellent, though decidedly unsettling. Burns’s study of hauntology, folk horror and nostalgia so far promises to be both comprehensive and fascinating. I will review both of these books in these pages very soon.

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Wild Twin by Jeff Young

Book Review – October 2024

One of the things that struck me about all of this junk was that every single object was a repository of someone else’s memory, because it had got to the auction rooms from the house clearances of dead peoples’ property. The house was a museum of grief and loss and abandonment, and our dad was the curator.

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One way of reading Wild Twin, Jeff Young’s companion memoir to 2020’s Ghost Town, is to see it as a tale of three cities: Liverpool, Paris and Amsterdam. But it is also, among many other things, the story of a haunting. The ghost at the heart of Young’s previous book was his mother. Wild Twin, on the other hand, is haunted by the spirit of his late father, Cyril.

As readers of Ghost Town will already know, Jeff Young was brought up in Liverpool. But it is more than just his home city: Liverpool is the lens through which he sees and interprets the world. Young’s first home was in the terraced streets near the Everton FC football ground in Walton. Incidentally, an area with which I have my own maternal family connections. The Young family moved out to suburban Maghull while Jeff was still a child and this remained the parental home until the last year or so and it was where his mother, and more recently his father, died.

Young’s experience of formal education was not a happy or fulfilling one. Nonetheless, he grew up with a love of literature and music, and in particular outsider art. From his mother he learned the joy of walking and exploring; of how quirky and fascinating corners can be found hidden within the city’s streets. Liverpool was Jeff Young’s psychogeographic training ground.

By his late teens Young was in a dead-end clerical assistant job with the local council. Gigs, beer and weed were his escape and filled his weekends. He devoured the writings of Kerouac, Ginsberg and the Beats, he soaked up art house showings of French New Wave films and fed his inner life with the music of Sun Ra, Captain Beefheart, Steve Reich and Can. But he wanted more. He longed to wander the streets of Paris like Sartre, Miller, Burroughs and Beckett before him; to drink absinthe and write poetry. He dreamed of living like a Beat, embracing everything serendipity had to offer and to become a latter-day dharma bum.

So, one March morning fifty years ago Young packed in his job and set out to hitch-hike to Paris. That’s ‘a silly thing to do’ was his father’s understated response as Young announced his plan and said his goodbyes at the family breakfast table. Jeff Young’s friend and fellow aspiring Beat, Stan, accompanied him. But Stan quickly got homesick and turned back to go home at Ostend. Young carried on alone, hitching through Belgium towards Paris; by turns frightened, lonely and exhilarated.

Upon reaching Paris he stays in an attic room in a flea-bitten hotel on the Left Bank, never ceasing to delight in the roofscape view of Paris from the window of his room. He wanders the streets absorbing all the sights, smells and sounds of Paris. He visits Jim Morrison’s grave and some of the locations that were familiar to hime from French films. Opposite his hotel he stands outside the house where William Burroughs and Brion Gysin lodged, but is too fearful to knock on the door. In a bar he is latched onto by a somewhat menacing British exile called Baxter, and he keeps bumping into him in subsequent days.

None of this is the real Paris; all of this is the real Paris. The Paris I wanted to run away to and now I walk through it in tears.

Part One of Wild Twin closes with Young returning home to Liverpool from Paris. He signs on the dole and spends his days and sleepless nights lying in bed reading and listening to music. A dodgy cassette tape of Television’s Marquee Moon, recorded from John Peel’s radio show, seems to speak to him in the darkness of his room. Books and records assault his senses: Young describes them as being like ‘detonations’ and ‘fire alarms’. He senses that his family and friends are talking about him and are concerned for his well-being. He realises that it is time to move on.

and then, in some kind of cancellation of myself, I went suddenly, abruptly, to Germany to have some kind of breakdown.

Young takes a job as a barman on a British army base near Paderborn. He spends his spare time listening to Krautrock and drinking himself into a stupor with Apfelkorn. He returns home the following Christmas having come to realise that he wasn’t going to find whatever it was he was looking for in Germany.

At a party he meets an unconventional young woman called Becks who looks like ‘a punk Elizabeth Taylor’, is an expert shoplifter and loves drinking. He has discovered a soul mate.

she was drunk on her favourite concoction of Merrydown Cider and Cinzano, a dash of Night Nurse on the top just to jazz things up a bit.

They quickly hatch a plan to thumb it around Europe together and, by a circuitous route, end up in Amsterdam. They live amongst squatters, anarchists, illegals and exiles. They work in bars on the black, collect beer bottles for small change, steal bicycles and have their bicycles stolen and raid skips for furniture. Amsterdam occupies most of Part Two of the book. It is a time peopled by a host of unforgettable characters. Bill the Wolf presides over the house they live in and is insomniac, flamboyant and gin-soaked. Harry the young heroin addict, whom Bill loves, lives in a former electrical shop on the ground floor. Mondo the dealer, brooding and malevolent, lives in the attic behind a padlocked trap-door. On the first-floor lives Nina, a Portuguese artist who paints everything pink including her clothes. Young also meets Gregory Corso, the Beat poet, now a shambling husk of his former self.

It is, for the most part, a happy time, especially if one sticks to Bill’s maxim of ‘not to believe’. Young’s parents visit him. They love Amsterdam and he delights in seeing the pair of them wobbling off on bicycles along the canal side, whooping with laughter.

Time Machines, the third and final part of Wild Twin is set back in Liverpool several decades after his time in Amsterdam. Young’s father, Cyril, now a widower, is in hospital with dementia and prostate cancer. His end is inevitable, but he is deemed to be a bed-blocker and must be moved elsewhere. He is taken to a care home at short notice. It is a cold, unhappy and understaffed place and Young and his sister, Kathryn, decide it is time to take their father home. The family home is the semi-detached house in Maghull, a place full of memories and mementoes.

In the year my dad was dying I started building time machines. In tobacco tins and cigar tins I curated memories…

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Jeff and Kathryn take turns to be with him. The house is full of memories. These memories may be out of reach for Young’s father, drifting in the fog of Alzheimer’s, but they are all around and they are real. They provide comfort. This final section of Wild Twin is ineffably, painfully sad, especially for those of us who have experienced loss which, sooner or later, is the fate of everyone. But the beauty of Jeff Young’s writing speaks for all of us.

Now in his sixties Young has arrived at another place. But his searching goes on.

The place I wanted to be when I left home was a place where I had no past, no ancestors, no memory. Dislocation from the familiar. Absence. Erasure. The opposite of the way I think and feel now that I’m in my sixties – the past, my ancestors, memory are the centre of my being.

 

Jeff Young

authorJeff Young is a writer for screen, stage and radio. A former senior lecturer in Creative Writing at Liverpool John Moores University, Jeff lives in Liverpool. He is also the author of Ghost Town.

 

Wild Twin
Jeff Young
Little Toller Books
September 2024
UK – £20 (hardback)
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This Albion: Snapshots of a Compromised Land by Charlie Hill

Book Review – September 2024

I had for some time believed the key to effective writing was to concentrate on the surface of things. Record them faithfully, and they’d do the work for you. After all, the world is manifestly absurd and provides you with everything you need in the way of character and environment and plot; why complicate – or simplify – things with undue authorial mediation?

Recently, however, I had started to question the value of such an approach. . .

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Charlie Hill’s slim paperback more than makes up for its lack of length and detail with the depth and perceptivity of his observations as he charts a series of walks he has made through locations in England, Scotland and Wales. The book’s format is simple: each short essay focuses on a particular place Hill has visited in recent years, some urban and some and others rural, and crafts a collecion of meditations on what he sees, hears, thinks and feels.

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Mercifully, there is nothing self-consciously clever or showy about Hill’s prose, though his resume suggests he is more than capable of writing in this way if he chose to. Instead, he tells his story, his series of stories, simply and clearly. However, the overall achievement of these separate pieces, when considered as a whole, is to present us with something much more profound. Hill’s snapshots show a nation in flux, its people split by division. He feels the weight of history resting heavily on today and senses anxiety about the future underlying much of Britain’s public discourse.

But there is hope aplenty. Like some latter-day pilgrim Hill sketches a starburst of destinations radiating out from his home in Birmingham, England’s phrenic centre.  He is everyman and everywoman, he is you and me, and he guides us on his walks with humour and good sense and, despite the despair he notes in some quarters, he also meets kindness, acceptance and positivity wherever he goes. Though simple and staightforward on the surface, Hill’s writing conjures up a deep poetic beauty.

Charlie Hill

authorCharlie Hill is an  author from Birmingham. He has written long and short form memoir, and contemporary, historical and experimental fiction. He is the co-founder and former Director of a literary festival, the PowWow Festival of Writing, which ran from 2011 to 2017 and featured guests such as Joanne Harris, Alex Wheatle, Stewart Home and Natalie Haynes. He has also appeared at many such events, including Frankfurt’s Literaturm and the Birmingham Literary Festival.

This Albion: Snapshots of a Compromised Land
Charlie Hill
Culture Matters
August 2024
UK – £12 (paperback)
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Muntjac by Clevelode

Music Review – July 2024

Although I left this place, part of me remains

(this is) very much musical psychogeography

~ Paul Newland

I have fond memories of The Lowland Hundred. They provided me with a soundtrack for the middle-teen years of the present century when I spent a lot of time walking the paths and byways of North and Mid Wales. A project of Paul Newland and Tim Noble, the name Lowland Hundred is an English translation of Cantre’r Gwaelod, a mythical lost land off the coast of present day Cardigan Bay. Their music evoked a sense of loss and longing and seemed to tap into memories buried in the very landscape of this part of Wales.

Clevelode is Paul Newland’s latest venture and features the composer himself on vocals, guitar, piano, synths and percussion together with a small group of collaborators featuring Mike Seal on bass and Emma Morton on backing vocals. The eight tracks of Muntjac are a meditation on the landscape of Epping Forest and the memories that area holds for Newland. Some track titles, such as Loughton Camp and Grimston’s Oak, refer to particular places in and around the forest. Others, like It Must Have Rained Last Night (Avenue of Trees), seem to touch on more personal recollections for Newland.

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Memories inhabit the forest like fallen leaves, layer upon layer, year upon year.  High Beech summons up images of the wanderings of John Clare concurrently with East End gangsters digging shallow graves. Ambresbury Banks concludes the album and is an instrumental piece that is epic in scale and ambition and very satisfying in its effect.

 

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Clevelode is Paul Newland and his collaborators. Newland was one-half of The Lowland Hundred, a critically acclaimed duo that released three albums, Under Cambrian Sky (2010), Adit (2011), The Lowland Hundred (2014).

Muntjac
Clevelode
Fenny Compton
July 2024
Compact Disc – £12.99, Digital Download – £7.00
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Going to Ground: An Anthology of Nature and Place – Ed. by Jon Woolcott

Book Review – July 2024

This new space encompassed not only the rural, but also the urban, suburban, the in-between places, the industrial or post-industrial, the abandoned, and the places that humans were coming to live in for the first time.

 

Just over ten years ago the Dorset-based publisher, Little Toller, set up an online journal of new writing about landscape. The Clearing offered a space for new and extablished writers to explore themes and ideas about landscape and place. This collection, edited by Jon Woolcott, the author of Real Dorset, brings together poetry and prose by thirty writers who have contributed to The Clearing over the years, as well as a sympathetically considered introduction by Woolcott.

Being an anthology of the works of many writers, it is perhaps not surprising that there are great variations in the style and tone of the works presented in Going to Ground.  But, reading the collection as a whole, one is struck by an underlying darkness of tone; an unspoken feeling of sorrow and regret that pervades much of the writing. The threat of human-driven climate change and the extinction of species underlies many of the works in this collection. Little wonder that the word ‘Anthropocene’ crops up again and again.

In Jennifer Jones’s Peat: The Teller of Tales the story lies, quite literally, in the land beneath our feet. She focuses on what can be discerned within core samples taken from the ground in a Pennine peat bog. Layer upon layer, the successive waves of changing climate and vegetation and, more recently, the influence of humans, all contained within a half metre core of peat. Nic Wilson, in Motherlode, writes about John Clare, his connections with her own family history and the continuing relevance of his work. Amina Khan invokes the power of Byron’s words and, in A Wild Tree Toward the North, highlights the connections and exchange of ideas between Islam and the Romantics.

Going to Ground evokes a haunted land, a countryside stalked by ghosts. A layering of lives and their stories, mulched into the very soil. In White Horses, Kiwi, Trench Susannah Walker tells the story of the hillside chalk carvings of the West Country. In a more personal work, Graham Mort writes in Heritage about about how the landscape of North Yorkshire summons up visceral memories of his family and childhood.

Several of the writers in this anthology paint a picture of a nation whose countryside and edgelands have been hollowed-out by the hammer blows of neglect and greed. Our farms have become industrial units, whole species of flora and fauna face terminal decline and our rivers and streams are being steadily poisoned. But there is hope: Kathleen Jamie bids us to stop and listen. Her Lissen Everything Back proposes silently paying attention as an act of ‘resistance and renewal’ against the forces of destruction.

There are of course variations in the quality of the writing in this collection, but that’s all part of the enjoyment of such a project. Put this anthology in front of, say, the dozen members of a book group and one would most likely hear back arguments for twelve different favourite and least favourite pieces.

Jon Woolcott

Jon Woolcott is a writer and publisher and currently works for the  independent publisher, Little Toller, where he also edits The Clearing, the online journal for new writing about place and nature. He is the author of Real Dorset.

Going to Ground: An Anthology of Nature and Place
Jon Woolcott (Ed.)
Little Toller
May 2024
UK – £16.00 (paperback)

Contributors:

Louisa Adjoa Parker, Eleanor Anstruther, Chris Baker, David Hinchliffe Bradford, The Byker Wall Poets & Lee Mattinson, Nancy Campbell, Tim Dee, Alex Diggins, Kerri ní Dochartaigh, Raine Geoghegan,Tim Hannigan, Meriel Harrison, David Higgins, Jane Hughes, Jeremy Hughes, Kathleen Jamie, Jennifer Jones, Amina Khan, Ann Lingard, Mary Malyon, Martin Maudsley, Graham Mort, JC Niala, Baz Nichols, Christina Riley, Jack Thacker, Susannah Walker, Elspeth Wilson, Nic Wilson, Alex Woodcock.
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Sunken Lands by Gareth E. Rees

Book Review – April 2024

I started my journey with hope that I could contribute in a microscopic way to the groundswell of storytelling that might help us see what has gone wrong with our civilisation and understand what we might learn from our ancestors’ experiences of global warming in the early Holocene. But as I travelled through sunken lands, I realised that I was far from the heroes I imagined in my childhood novels. The middle-aged me was a deeply anxious person , endemically pessimistic and prone to compulsive catastrophising. This made me either the ideal person to write this book or the worst.

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Gareth Rees’ last work, Terminal Zones, was a collection of short stories set in the near future. Its focus was an England beset for a series of catastrophes all of which were triggered by climate change. Sunken Lands opens up Rees’ urgent warnings about the climate crisis to consider his concerns on a global level and to place his analysis in a deeper historical context.

There is a story etched into the rocky shell of our planet. Geologists present us with conclusive evidence that history is cyclical; that the physical processes determining the fate of life on Earth are subject to climactic and tectonic ebbs and flows. In this, Rees’s most ambitious work to date, he charts the many cycles of lands that emergr from beneath the waves and the flora, fauna and humans that gradually move in and prosper, only to be forced out again many thousands of years later as the sea returns to reclaim the land. Beneath the waves of coastal regions all over the world are remnants of forests, plains and the ruins of human settlements.

While climate disasters are inevitable natural phenomena, humankind repeatedly fails to mitigate the effects of such events because of their collective obsession with profit and economic growth. Rees charts how, time and again, our low-lying regions are subject to cycles of flooding. As a result, whole eco-systems are destroyed. However, climate-related destruction for one species, provides opportunities to flourish for others.

One subject not addressed by Rees is that of deliberate flooding in the name of progress. In China, Africa and elsewhere in the world one can point to many examples of valleys, villages and farmsteads deliberately flooded as part of civil engineering schemes designed to provide irrigation and hydro-electric power. Closer to home the Tryweryn valley, a rural community in North Wales, was flooded in 1965 to provide water for Liverpool. The plan was pushed through despite being opposed by all 125 Welsh local authorities and 27 of the 36 Welsh MPs.

Rees gives examples of flooding from his study of the available scientific research, but he also retells many of the numerous flood myths handed down in human cultures across the globe: from Wales to the Middle East to the Americas. Myths which seem to suggest a folk memory of real events otherwise lost in the shadows of pre-history.

Naturally, Rees writes about Atlantis, the most well-known of the flood myths. But he also spends time visiting and writing about flood myth locations closer to home, in particular Cardigan Bay in West Wales. Cantre’r Gwaelod (the Lowland Hundred in English) was, according to legend, a low-lying land attached to the current coast of Cardigan Bay. Various myths relate how the Cantre’r Gwaelod was lost, but the most common tells of a night of drunken carousing and a guard who neglected to close a vital flood gate. The Lowland Hundred were also a noughties band from Aberystwyth and some of their music is included on the Sunken Lands Spotify playlist which accompanies the book.

Rees makes it clear that further sea level rises and floodings as a result of climate change are now inevitable. We have not heeded the warnings that climate scientists have been voicing since the 1970s and we have now passed the point of no return. Rees does not offer solutions, but instead he provides us with a coherent picture of what is happening with our climate now, what has happened in the past and what will inevitably happen in the future.

Gareth E. Rees

authorGareth E. Rees is the author of Unofficial Britain, longlisted for the Ondaatje Prize and one of The Sunday Times best books of the year 2020. He’s also the author of Car Park Life, The Stone Tide and Marshland. His first short story collection, Terminal Zones, was published in 2022 and examines the strangeness of everyday life in a time of climate change

Sunken Lands
Gareth E. Rees
Elliott & Thompson
March 2024
UK – £16.99 (hardback)
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The Wrecking Ball

Not so long ago The Guardian called Wrexham ‘a veritable Paris of what is lost’. For, despite the city’s rich history as a market town and the UNESCO World Heritage Site status of its Pontcysyllte aqueduct, Wrexham is most notable for the significant buildings it has destroyed. But it is not unique in this regard: the post-war city planners of Glasgow, Newcastle-upon-Tyne, Birmingham and many other towns and cities continued the destruction of British urban heritage started by the Luftwaffe.

This is not a simple ‘old buildings are good and modern ones are bad’ knee-jerk reaction. Indeed, one of the saddest losses from Wrexham’s skyline in recent years was the demolition in 2020 of the brutalist concrete masterpiece that was formerly the city’s police headquarters.

In a similar fashion, a slew of other buildings have been reduced to rubble in recent decades. When the Hightown flats were built in the 1960s they were praised for their innovative design concept. The concrete components of the 191 flats were factory-built and assembled on site creating light, airy homes each forming part of a small, neighbourly cluster. Lack of investment in the 1980s and 1990s, however, caused the fabric of the flats to steadily deteriorate and they were demolished in 2011.

From a much earlier era, several of the Wrexham area’s large country houses have met a similar fate. Acton Hall was formerly the home of the Jeffreys family including the notorious ‘hanging judge’, George Jeffreys. The most recent iteration of the house was built in 1786 and passed through various hands, including the US military in World War Two, until it fell into disrepair and was demolished in 1955.

Nothing remains of the house, but part of the estate became a public park and the rest was sold off for housing. An even older building, the Priory Gatehouse from the late sixteenth-century was demolished in 1966.

Seion Welsh Presbyterian Chapel in Regent Street was built in 1867 in the Romanesque style and its twin spires were a prominent feature of Wrexham’s skyline for over a 100 years. With a capacity for over 800 worshippers, Seion catered for a large proportion of the town’s Welsh-speaking non-conformist community. Structural problems were identified in the 1970s and the building was demolished in 1979.

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Ten years later another of Wrexham’s churches, St John the Baptist in Hightown, was razed to the ground.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Built in 1908, St John’s was notable for its stained glass window designed by the prominent Pre-Rapaelite artist, Burne-Jones. Fortunately, the window was removed prior to the demolition of the church and now has a new home in St Giles parish church in the town centre.

St Mark’s Church, a building of arichitectural-note built in 1862, was visited by the wrecking ball in 1959.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Opera House in Henblas Street was built in 1909 . It seated an audience of 800 and was regularly used for concerts and plays. In 1929 it was converted into a cinema known as the Hippodrome.

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In 1988 it was split into two screens to try to keep up with multiplex trend but, by 1997, it finally closed its doors as it could not compete with the major cinema chains. The site is now a vacant lot with plans to make it into a town centre park.

Historically, Wrexham grew up and expanded as a market town. It served a rich agricultural hinterland and was situated on a major trade route on the Welsh/English border. Several of the old market halls from the Victorian era and before remain, but others are no more. The Beast Market, where livestock was traded, has gone, as has Manchester Hall, Birmingham Square and Yorkshire Square,well-known for linen, hardware and woolen goods repectively.

The Vegetable Market, an indoor market hall built in 1898 with a mock-Tudor frontage was demolished in the 1980s to make way for a shopping centre.

Further information about all of these buildings, and many others, can be found in W. Alister Williams’ excellent The Encyclopaedia of Wrexham.

 

 

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Final Approach by Mark Blackburn

Final Approach charts the turbulent flightpath between a jetsetting father and a planespotting son.

Final Approach is a long way from being the type of book I would normally read and enjoy. I do not share Mark Blackburn’s twin obsessions of gas-guzzling cars and aeroplanes, nor is his background of a well-heeled family and public school education anything like my own. However, I found Final Approach a riveting read and Mark Blackburn an engaging and very likeable narrator. He writes with self-deprecating humour and seems incapable of dwelling on any feelings of malice or resentment even to those who have clearly behaved badly towards him.

Final Approach is the story of Blackburn’s life, with the constant thread of his love of planespotting running through it. He charts this obsession from his childhood right through to the present day and describes his compulsion to see planes, photograph them and note their registration numbers. Indeed, planespotting determines the whole structure of this, his autobiography.  Each chapter heading is the three-letter IATA code for an airport (MIA, LGW, ORK and so on) and each airport plays a significant part in the story of Blackburn’s life.

We learn of his time at boarding school and his studies at the LSE. His failure to get into the RAF for pilot trining because of hay fever and his flirtation with stand-up comedy and punk rock. Blackburn ran a chain of successful sports and footwear shops, a vocation which he enjoyed and which suited his creative talents. The role required a lot of travel, in particular travel by air. Indeed, air travel has been a constant theme throughout the various iterations of his career.

But at the book’s heart, both its sun and shadow, is Mark Blackburn’s relationship with his late father. David Blackburn OBE was a domineering, larger-than- life character. A successful businessman and Liberal Democrat donor, he owned a string of properties and businesses across the globe and his presence left an indelible stamp on the life of his son. When the younger man’s chains of shops ran into difficulties in later years and he was forced to sell up, he was persuaded, against his better judgement, to work for his father. This was not a happy time in Mark Blackburn’s career.

Other figures come and go with each chapter: family members, friends, colleagues, a succession of girlfriends. None of them, however, even his mother and his younger brother Stephen, his orginal co-conspirator in planespotting, are fully developed as characters; they are left as pencil sketches. It is as if they fade into the background before the all-pervading presence of Blackburn’s father.

David Blackburn was a charismatic figure, full of energy and chutzpah, but with the constant potential for his charm to flip into something rather more over-bearing. Mark Blackburn’s life story suggests he is a very different person. But, reflecting on his life in the pages of Final Approach, he accepts that he is cut from the same cloth as his father and, therefore, has the potential to share at least some of the older man’s characteristics. The advantage Mark has, one is led to infer from a close reading of Final Approach, is that he has a degree of self-awareness that is searingly acute and which happens to make him an insightful and engaging writer.

Mark Blackburn

Mark grew up in Berkshire but, arriving in London during the heyday of punk to study at the LSE, he felt that was where he belonged. Sundry abortive attempts at stardom followed, as a stand-up comedian, actor and musician. A successful career there as a shoe-seller followed, but Mark now lives in Somerset, England, doing what he loves best – writing. He has written a number of short stories, poems and other pieces of creative non-fiction which have been published online and in print.

Final Approach: My Father and Other Turbulence
Mark Blackburn
Claret Press
November 2023
UK – £12.99 (paperback)
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Psychogeographic Review’s Books of the Year, 2023

What is psychogeography, anyway?  My understanding of the concept is three-fold: it is a theory, a practice and a body of evidence.  The most interesting of these, for me, is the body of evidence: the books, works of art and reportage that enable us to understand and engage with the social and geographical environment in which we live.  Thus, at Psychogeographic Review I write about the novels, poems, maps, photographs, paintings, films and music that help us to construct a living map of the places where humans live. The following is my personal and very subjective list of some of the books that have informed this discussion in 2023.

The Flow: Rivers, Water and Wildness by Amy-Jane Beer

As a biologist, a nature writer and a kayaker Amy-Jane Beer has spent much of her life in and around water. But it was the tragic death of her friend, Kate, in a kayaking accident on the River Rawthey in Cumbria on New Year’s Day 2012 that proved to be the eventual catalyst for her to write The Flow. Kate’s death was a shattering blow to Beer and caused her to fall out of love with rivers and paddling. Several years later, while visiting the scene of her friend’s death, Beer has a sense of Kate’s presence, but not the catharsis she had hoped for. She was inspired, however, to embark on the travels and research that led to this book. Just like water The Flow eddies, swirls and percolates. And, as with water, Beer’s narrative meanders along across 400 pages, sometimes gentle, other times powerful, but always relentless in its cyclical lifeforce. She moves effortlessly from science to mythology, embracing nature and human activity and weaving in her own personal story.

Edging the City by Peter Finch

During the 2020 Covid lockdown Welsh government rules meant that none of us could travel outside the boundaries of our own local authority without good reason. Being a seasoned jobbing writer, Finch seized on this situation as the perfect opportunity for a new project, rather than worrying about it being a limitation on the walking trips that had become so much part of his writing process. Finch had read and was intrigued by Iain Sinclair’s London Orbital back in 2002. Sinclair wrote about a circular walk he completed around the outer edge of London following a route as close as possible to that of the M25 motorway. The walk revealed new aspects of the city and took Sinclair through unfamiliar liminal zones, each very different in character to the London that he thought he knew. Finch, a life-long resident of Cardiff, felt that a similar journey around the border of his own city might result in new insights about it. Not just discoveries about the edges of Cardiff and the places where it butts up against neighbouring boroughs, but more general insights into the nature of borderlands.

The Edge of Cymru: A Journey – by Julie Brominicks

The journey described in The Edge of Cymru took place over a 12-month period in 2012 and 2013 and was prompted by the opening of the new Wales Coast Path. By linking the northern and southern ends of the coastal path with a walk along the Welsh-English border, Brominicks took on the challenge of walking over 1,000 miles around the edge of Cymru. She admits that she put very little planning into the actual journey and simply walked for several hours each day and pitched her small tent wherever she found a suitable spot. On most weekends she would be joined by her partner, Rob, and every few days she would return by bus to her home in Machynlleth to shower, clean her clothes, renew her supplies and, when required, sign on. Brominicks has spent the years since completing her journey researching the political, social, economic and natural history of Wales. The fruits of this research are skilfully woven into the narrative of her book and transform it into something that is much more than a simple description of walking trip. But it is Julie Brominicks’s own journey, her inner reflections, that make The Edge of Cymru such a compelling read.

Real Dorset by Jon Woolcott

Many of us think we know Dorset from past seaside holidays or from travelling to a Dorset port to catch a boat across the English Channel. But do we really know this ancient county with its Ryme Intrinsica, Beer Hackett and other fever dream villages? Is the ancient  green hinterland beyond the coastal resorts really just part of the imaginary Wessex of William Barnes and Thomas Hardy? But Dorset resident and writer Jon Woolcott knows this county inside out, having travelled much of it by bike and on foot. But, like other books in the Real series, this is no conventional travel guide. Woolcott makes a point of seeking out the quirky and the overlooked; places that rarely make the glossy county guide books, but which nonetheless capture the essence of Dorset. In Real Dorset Woolcott travels the byways of his home county finding the topographical threads to tug at in order to reveal the temporal layers beneath.

The Instant by Amy Liptrot

The Instant picks up where Liptrot’s previous memoir, The Outrun, left off. The former details how she returned from London to the family farm in Orkney to overcome her alcoholism with hard manual labour, cold water swimming and the security of a familiar place. Now sober and a successful writer, Liptrot feels there is still something missing in her life. She is reluctant to admit to herself that what she lacks is something as simple and conventional as a relationship with a significant other, but she suspects that is indeed the case. She travels to Berlin, a city awash with other drifters, seekers and creatives. She finds cheap accommodation and spends her time walking, birdwatching and people watching. She also trawls the dating apps obsessively and embarks on a series first dates, with varying degrees of success. The Instant is a painfully humane account of alienation, loneliness and self-discovery in our current digital age.

Crimes of Cymru: Classic Mystery Tales of Wales – Edited by Martin Edwards

Crimes of Cymru is a collection of fourteen stories first published between 1909 and the 1980s. Among the better-known Welsh-born authors featured are Roald Dahl, Ethel Lina White and Arthur Machen. Other Welsh writers, less well-known but equally prolific, include Cledwyn Hughes and Jack Griffith. The rest of the collection is made up by writers from other parts of Britain who set some of their short stories in Wales. This includes Christianna Brand, Ianthe Jerrold and Michael Gilbert. The short stories presented vary in style and length and, it has to be said, they are of variable quality too. But I think the whole point was to present a representative picture of Welsh crime fiction in the twentieth century, some of the work good and some necessarily not quite so good. In fulfilling this objective Martin Edwards has fully succeeded and has produced a very entertaining collection with an extremely helpful introduction and notes on each author.

Brittle With Relics: A History Of Wales 1962 – 1997 by Richard King

Brittle With Relics is, perhaps, the best ever portrait of Wales in the late twentieth century. This is oral history at its most incisive and revealing. Some of King’s interviewees are household names: Neil Kinnock, Peter Hain, Dafydd Iwan and Leanne Wood, for instance. Others are less well-known but are nonethelees important to the strands of the story that King weaves together. Activists, and in particular women, from the Welsh language campaign, miners’ support groups, the second homes campaign and CND are given great prominence. The final two decades of the twentieth century witnessed several crucial steps in Wales’s journey towards re-asserting its national identity and for the Welsh to recover their self confidence as a people. This process resulted in the creation of a Welsh National Assembly and Assembly Government in 1999, which later evolved into the nation’s Senedd and Welsh Government. Prior to this, the Welsh Language Act of 1993 put Welsh on an equal footing with English for the first time and , incrementally, began to reverse the decline of the Welsh language. The establishment of a Welsh language television channel, S4C, had already brought Welsh into the daily discourse of both native speakers and learners from 1982 onwards.

Gathering of the Tribe: Landscape by Mark Goodall

Gathering of the Tribe is a series of books by Mark Goodall in which he explores music and soundscapes which are capable of triggering altered states and mystical experiences. Each volume comprises a series of essays examining records selected from his personal collection. Volume 1, Acid, focuses on music and psychedelic drugs. This second volume, Landscape, takes as its premise the powerful effect that a particular landscape, be it urban or rural, can have on a creative mind. The albums discussed are mainly from artists most of us would regard as obscure and esoteric, although better known works by John Cage, Basil Kirchin and early Pink Floyd are also featured. It is difficult to write about music, and writing about the kind of music that Goodall himself concedes is ‘obscure and difficult’ is even more of a challenge. The great success of this collection of essays, however, is that makes you want to go out and track down these recordings and listen to them.

Welcome to New London by John Rogers

Fully ten years after his last book, This Other London, film maker, vlogger and psychogeographer John Rogers takes to print again with another consideration of his favourite subject matter: London. Welcome to New London focuses in particular on the changes wrought to East London by the legacy of the 2012 Olympics. Rogers vividly captures the struggle for the future of this part of the city and examines the contest of ownership and identity between local residents and developers as well as the ongoing fight for survival by nature. He guides us through the neglected corners of London, taking time out to investigate the capital’s concealed rivers and the cultural significance of graffiti. Rogers clearly has no illusions about the negative aspects of London, but his love for the city’s flawed beauty shines through.

Revolutionary Spirit: A Post-Punk Exorcism  by Paul Simpson

Paul Simpson was a key figure in the Liverpool music scene of the late 1970s and early 1980s. He played with Will Sergeant and Ian McCulloch before they launched Echo and the Bunnymen and he then formed The Teardrop Explodes with Julian Cope before going on to put together his own band, The Wild Swans. Despite critical acclaim, penning one of the best singles of the 1980s (in my opinion) in Revolutionary Spirit, a strong following in Liverpool and, we read in Simpson’s record of those years, an odd pocket of popularity in the Philippines, success ultimately eluded the Swans. This is a very readable account of a fascinating and influential time and place in post-punk music. Simpson underpins this story with some frank disclosures, by way of exorcism perhaps, about his difficulties with mental health and his relationship with his father.

 

 

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Crimes of Cymru: Classic Mystery Tales of Wales – Edited by Martin Edwards

Book Review – August 2023

Macabre fiction has been a particular strength of Welsh writers over the years, perhaps in part inspired by the alluring yet sometomes eerie quality of the landscape.

I have to admit I’m a big fan of so-called ‘tartan noir’ Scottish crime fiction; I enjoy the work of writers such as William McIlvanney, Val McDermid, Ian Rankin and Denise Mina. Welsh writers are yet to establish a cohesive equivalent genre for their own country, though their colleagues in television have been making enormous ‘Welsh noir’ strides in recent years with bilingual dramas like Y Gwyll, Craith  and Un Bore Mercher.

British Library Publishing have a track record of unearthing classic British crime fiction and producing handsome short story collections featuring some well-known and other less well-known British crime writers from the twentieth century. Martin Edwards was commissioned to edit this latest collection featuring either writers from Wales, writers from elswhere who set some of their stories in Wales or, in some cases, writers who tick both boxes.

Crimes of Cymru is a collection of fourteen stories first published between 1909 and the 1980s. Among the better-known Welsh-born authors featured are Roald Dahl, Ethel Lina White and Arthur Machen. Other Welsh writers, less well-known but equally prolific, include Cledwyn Hughes and Jack Griffith. The rest of the collection is made up by writers from other parts of Britain who set some of their short stories in Wales. This includes Christianna Brand, Ianthe Jerrold and Michael Gilbert.

The short stories presented vary in style and length and, it has to be said, they are of variable quality too. But I think the whole point was to present a representative picture of Welsh crime fiction in the twentieth century, some of the work good and some necessarily not quite so good. In fulfilling this objective Martin Edwards has fully succeeded and has produced a very entertaining collection with an extremely helpful introduction and notes on each author.

Like other collections in the British Library Crime Classics series, Crimes of Cymru gives the reader an insight into a world that is now lost. I’m not so much thinking of the content of the stories and the past times they are set in, though that would be true in almost all cases. I’m referring to the circumstances in which these stories were first published. Most found their way to a readership through monthly magazines with titles such as Crime Mysteries, Pall Mall Magazine, The Strand Magazine and The London Mystery Magazine. Publications such as these may not have paid particurarly well, but they had a voracious appetite for short stories and provided a reliable route to publication for jobbing writers. This is a route, unfortunately that is no longer available to twenty-first century authors.

Crimes of Cymru does not feel particularly Welsh. But I guess that means it accurately reflects the times in which these stories were written, rather than than the more self-confident Welsh literary scene of today.

 

Martin Edwards

Martin Edwards was born at Knutsford, Cheshire and educated in Northwich and at Balliol College, Oxford. A member of the Murder Squad (collective of crime writers, Martin was the longest-serving Chair of the Crime Writers’ Association since its founder John Creasey. In 2015 he was elected eighth President of the Detection Club; his predecessors include G.K. Chesterton, Dorothy L. Sayers, and Agatha Christie. He is Archivist of the CWA and of the Detection Club and consultant to the British Library’s Crime Classics.

 

Crimes of Cymru: Classic Mystery Tales of Wales
Martin Edwards (Ed.)
British Library Publishing
May 2023
UK – £10.99 (paperback)
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