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A classic of short fiction, Alan Spence's celebrated debut collection, first published in 1977, brings Glasgow to vibrant life, and captures the spirit of the city as it teetered on the brink of change. From childhood Christmases in small tenement flats and games played on scrubland, to Orange Walks on bright Saturday afternoons and Thursday nights in dark, pulsing dancehalls, these interlinked stories vividly evoke the city and its inhabitants - young and old, Catholic and Protestant, hopeful and disillusioned. Não foram encontradas descrições de bibliotecas. |
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I’m generally not a big fan of short stories – I tend to find them insufficient, too lacking in depth, too, well, short. But this collection from Alan Spence, a re-issue of his debut 1977 work, is more than just a series of stories. Each can stand on its own but, as you read through the collection, characters re-appear, phrases echo, images repeat, and the first and last stories round themselves off by revisiting the same family a few years after the first story as the older Aleck remembers a moment from his past.
These stories are a testament to a city and its people, Glasgow in the 1970s and the lives of its ordinary, working-class citizens. Here are moments of childhood fun hanging about with pals, families struggling to put food on the table but living with dignity and community, of family get-togethers (a wedding, Christmas, New Year). Here is a city changing, as the old slums are torn down and its people relocated to high-rise blocks of flats. Some of the dialogue might be a struggle for some non-Scots, but you will get attuned to it. I have to admit to some bias – in that my mother’s family is from Glasgow and it remains one of my favourite cities. And this collection of stories, although certainly rooted in the 1970s with its references and details, still has plenty to say – in its focus on moments in our lives - about now, about how we live, and of how we live with others. They are about ‘all the beautiful sadness of our little lives, the fullness and the transitoriness of it all’. A wonderful, honest and touching collection that deserves to be read or re-read. ( )