I've read all of Patrick Hamilton's novels and started with Twenty-Thousand Streets. He's a great writer of gloom and glum, of the warm lights coming out of a pub on a winter night and the reflection of street-lights in the raindrops on a window. He also writes the best self-important bores.
Slaves of Solitude was my favourite of his books, there's even almost a hopeful element to it.
As a people pleaser, I was just thinking to myself 'won't I feel triggered by these books?' when I read your last sentence: '[...] so poignant that I saw the pages through tears.' Not ones to read when you are feeling down. As to the last part on cars, I don't know a thing about cars :) And I felt quite impressed by how much you seem to know about them.
Really interesting - is there any truth do you think in the story that Colin Chapman decided on the Lotus name because it was a play on his oft used phrase "us lot"?
I've read all of Patrick Hamilton's novels and started with Twenty-Thousand Streets. He's a great writer of gloom and glum, of the warm lights coming out of a pub on a winter night and the reflection of street-lights in the raindrops on a window. He also writes the best self-important bores.
Slaves of Solitude was my favourite of his books, there's even almost a hopeful element to it.
As a people pleaser, I was just thinking to myself 'won't I feel triggered by these books?' when I read your last sentence: '[...] so poignant that I saw the pages through tears.' Not ones to read when you are feeling down. As to the last part on cars, I don't know a thing about cars :) And I felt quite impressed by how much you seem to know about them.
Really interesting - is there any truth do you think in the story that Colin Chapman decided on the Lotus name because it was a play on his oft used phrase "us lot"?