London Belongs to Me (Penguin Modern Classics)

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London Belongs to Me (Penguin Modern Classics)

London Belongs to Me (Penguin Modern Classics)

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They used to turn up on doorsteps behind a pile of suitcases with a trailing child (my future husband), seeking shelter with various friends and relatives. A number of scenes are drawn to perfection: the still untamed wildness of Wimbledon Common; the peculiar charm, and relative extravagance, of The Medusa Private Boarding Establishment on Brighton seafront ‘where the food was famous’ (milk pudding on Fridays! She knew the solution of course’ – and so is enticed into moving with Doreen Smyth into a flat in Hampstead – perhaps not quite Hampstead, actually as it turns out, rather a kind of wilderness at the back end of Chalk Farm reached by a crowded tube journey and a dreary bus ride; and not quite a flat either, more a converted attic space, approached by a steep ascent on a towering ‘zigzagged cast iron fire escape’. I remember the wrench of leaving all the characters behind once I finished reading the book and I too would have loved a sequel. I’m not a Londoner; I grew up mostly in the North of England and spent some time in the Potteries (Stoke-on-Trent.

Writing in 1836 Dickens had the irrepressible Sam Weller sum up Whitechapel as ‘Poverty And Oysters’; almost exactly a century later, Collins did the same for Kennington - ‘Gentility And Fish Paste’; prior to the séance beginning, as the plates are handed round at tea amongst the petit-bourgeois Kenningtonians of the South London Psychical society, the eternal question is posed: “fish paste or sandwich spread? It drives Roman mad when I talk about turning our home into a boarding house should I ever end up as a widow. She is obsessed with Mr Squales in the same way that Otto Hapfel is with Hitler and Percy is with Doris and as with them, it brings out her cruellest, most ungenerous side. Perhaps it isn’t strange after all; this article came to be written in the month that the remains of Roman baths were discovered at Borough Market, so perhaps the author could have added, ‘and in Caesar’s day before that’. By using the Web site, you confirm that you have read, understood, and agreed to be bound by the Terms and Conditions.Her loneliness and lack of spiritual solace puts her at the mercy of a charlatan, a self-proclaimed medium by the name of Mr Squales. Well, how about Norman Collins – as well as author of 16 novels, he was controller of television at the BBC, and co-founder of independent television in the UK. His eventual fate is a reminder that no-one can throw off the dictates of conscience as he has done and expect to get away with it. But somehow or other it remains London, with the buses that cruise up Park Lane twinkling through the railings, and the air filled with the roar and rustle of innumerable wheels.

On the next floor down are the Boons, mother and son, then the Jossers and their daughter Doris on the ground floor. In this book, we meet the lodgers and follow them over a 2 year period- 1938-1940- the eve of WWII through to the beginning. I’ve never had time to listen but now I’m unemployed and will have to go back and start listening to all of them from the beginning (which will undoubtedly add even more books to the TBR list. The full version of this article is only available to subscribers to Slightly Foxed: The Real Reader’s Quarterly. The other residents include faded actress Connie; tinned food-loving Mr Puddy; widowed landlady Mrs Vizzard (whose head is turned by her new lodger, a self-styled 'Professor of Spiritualism'); and flashy young mechanic Percy Boon, whose foray into stolen cars descends into something much, much worse.The author is not as brilliant as George Orwell (my personal hero) but the writing style has some similarities. Everyone's foibles and weaknesses and stupidities are clear, but not condemned: they're all human and there's compassion for everyone. In all Norman Collins wrote 16 novels and two plays, including London Belongs to Me (1945), The Governor’s Lady (1968) and The Husband’s Story (1978). At the novel’s heart is a murder, perpetrated by garage mechanic and small-time crook Percy Boon, and the consequences of this desperate act for the residents of No. Minor issues present such as mild cracking, inscriptions, inserts, light foxing, tanning and thumb marking.

Mr Puddy just puddies along from one low status job to the next, never abandoning his briefcase, a relic of his better days as a dairy manager and a badge of his former respectability (in which he now bears his array of, mostly tinned, delicacies to and from work). I am a born and bred Londoner and love no other place in the world in quite the same way I love this city. small oily mermaids (reduced to) only tiny white fragments left clinging to the ingenious spring framework of fine bones’.I’d have yearly jaunts to Edinburgh (my other favourite place) for the festival, but I wouldn’t mind living in London.



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