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Condition: Very Good Very slight soiling to edges. Content: "It is the 1940s. The world is at war. Here is the period viewed by a small child growing up in the very heart of England. Through his eyes, we see how the conflict affects a working family, how external events shape the domestic clutter of daily life. We are presented with vignettes - drawn with a childhood sense of wonder - of both high comedy and tragedy that reflect his increasing awareness. "Void of sentimentality, Forties' Child is not lacking in sentiment. In its unique, autobiographical way, it indicates how - given that the wounds of war are not received solely on the battlefield - ordinary people can triumph over extreme adversity." (from the cover) Background / Biography: Reviews: "This is a tender and original recollection of the way a child puts the amazing world together, by a writer with a gift for leaving raw things raw." Edmund Blishen, The Guardian "What disarmingly polished scenes they are ... Tom Wakefield is one of our most engaging of novelists." Valentine Cunningham, Times Literary Supplement (from the cover) Clicking on advertiser links on this site may allow these companies to gather and use information about your visit to this and other websites to provide you with advertisements about goods and services presumed to be of interest to you. |
Quote from this book " I first got to know my father by accident, or perhaps, by two accidents. His and mine. I am not talking about conception. Unlike many people I have little recollection of early childhood. I remember no mother bending over me., no mother telling me stories, no mother cuddling, comforting me or punishing me. My mother was there and she must have cleaned, clothed and provided meals for me. Up to the age of five, my memory is either blank or indifferent as to her presence. My father left for work before I was awake and returned blackened with pit-grime in the late evening. He worked and provided. I do not remember him doing or representing much else. The accident changed all that. " opening paragraph Secondhand booksellers |
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