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"Certain things never
change. Your parents will always be alive and you will never leave
school. I didn’t believe I would have to start shaving and I would
always be part of the 'younger generation'.
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Reviewed by Sue Haigh
Those intimations of
immortality never quite go away for us, do they? I mean, heck,
I still see myself as part of that generation which
puzzles, irritates and terrifies a decade of parents and employers in
David Ayres's collection, Top of the Sixties. I am
one of those 1960s grammar school girls who pop up here, years
ahead of the women's movement, seriously heading for distant
universities and future fights for equality, but who, for the moment,
are hiding their brain-power under bee-hive hair-dos, a Park Drive
filter-tip fug and a devil-may-care attitude to sex (which may or may
not happen in these pre-Pill times).
Ayres's stories
aren't driven by memories of those heralds of social change, the
Beatles and The Stones (Fret is the only story where the main
protagonist is a young aspiring rock star, who finally bows to the
pressures of common sense and finds success in an entirely different
field.) These well-told tales are set in the Midlands of England,
far enough away from the rumoured iniquities of London for life to
remain overshadowed by the remembered gloom of the Fifties, but near
enough for the odd whiff of something more exciting (and probably
illegal) to come drifting in on the breeze. The naughtiness of the
young Mick Jagger (how is it that he still manages to look just as
naughty in ageing knighthood, when the rest of us have long since
given up on bad?) creeps into the consciousness of the a new
generation, but only on the periphery of its life.
Ayres returns to
an era when everything was more innocent. Imagine (or, in my
case, remember) at time when blackberries were something your mum
made jam with; when telephones were installed in red kiosks half a
mile away from your house; when the internet, mobile phones,
computers, CDs, DVDs, Facebook, Twitter, Kindles - those things which
have woven themselves into the very fabric of the lives of the young
today – were still decades away, a dim gleam in the unborn eyes of
future scientists and entrepreneurs. But was it really so innocent?
The bawdy joshing of the 14-year-old Elvis look-alike delivery boy by
the local estate housewives in A Sack of Spuds would probably
have social workers rushing to his aid today. And that university
lecturer in The Drama Queen? The story, told in the form of
letters (remember those old-fashioned hand written messages?), of his
relationship with the manipulative schoolgirl, Viv, would be enough
to sell every copy of The News of the World twice over.
Ayres's
portrayals of the inhabitants of this Midlands backwater are often
touching and sympathetic with a fair dollop of nostalgia folded into
the mixture, a sort of Heimweh for a shower-free world where
perfume was the only deodorant; when teenage boys read the Eagle
and made Airfix models; when only the poorest women worked; when
Old Spice filled the air; when barbers embarrassed young clients by
offering them ‘something for the week-end, sir'; when same-sex
sex, (delicately suggested in Awakening and Wetton Mill)
let alone marriage was an inadmissable offence. If young Keith
Golders's parents are hard on him in A Sack of Spuds, it's
because life has been hard on them. In Ayres's world everyone knows
where their boundaries should be and political correctness is
far away in the future. Sex is still safe, too, often taking place
only in the pubescent fantasies of naïve young men on the cusp of
adulthood. Those ambitious grammar school girls are altogether more
knowing, more deliberately provocative, in this era before girls and
boys became pals. The aptly-named Cherry in Latin Girl knows
about kissing and tongues, about rubber johnnies and blowing smoke
rings; in the end, it's she who dumps the over-cautious Glyn
because he hasn't "done it" yet.
Many routes lead
to the broad horizon of adulthood. Alistair, the scruffy young
teacher, smartens up and joins the human race in Alistair's
Triumph; in Baz to the Slaughter Baz confronts death in
the abattoir and wonders about his own mortality; Keith
Golders looks back on his Elvis days and graduates from university in
A Gift of Lilies; Cherry rejects a going-nowhere shack-up in
favour of her academic ambitions. Out of the Box examines the
inner struggles of the teenage David, distraught at an impending
house-move and the prospect of having to leave the safe womb of his
childhood bedroom; but unexpected vistas open up in his life when
Tania appears…; Quinny, the Romany boy, teaches his temporary
classmate, Raymond, the real meaning of education:
My place in
life is to move with the seasons and to learn to understand this
world. I don't have much call for money, but I can make money if I
need it. What about you, Ray? What do you want to be?
What is Raymond
being educated for at the local comprehensive? Does anybody care?
Ayres's dialogue
is excellent in the Keith Golders stories which begin and end the
collection (I would love to have seen more stories closely linked in
the same way); but Latin Girl and Alistair's Triumph,
amongst other pieces, seem to have been written at a different
time in his career. Here, the language searches for that vibrancy
allows characters to step out into full limelight.
Nevertheless,
Ayres creates a strong sense of place (although I occasionally felt
lists of ‘Sixties things' intruded). These stories are deeply
rooted in a society he knows, a society in evolution, rather than
revolution. No anti-Vietnam war protesters here, no CND marchers;
Ayres's folk are parents scarred and worried by the deprivations of
the Second World War, whilst their offspring move determinedly, if
naively, upwards through free university education, reminding those
of our age and background (one we hardly dared admit to at the
ivy-league universities where we somehow ended up) of the importance
of that educational freedom in changing our world. Let's hope the
present-day politicians who decide the future of this and the next
generation will remember it, too.
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Writer, editor and
reviewer Sue Haigh has written a début novel, Missing Words,
a Scottish short story collection, The Snow Lazarus (supported
by the Scottish Book Trust), a bilingual children’s book, Stories
from a Cave, and two radio plays. She lives in a cave house in
France.
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