| Family Connections
Chrissie
Gittins

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"I think about lifting a carrot off the floor.
We could do with a bit of hardboard between here and
knitwear.” Finally, he got up and wandered into the lounge,
first making sure that he had a pocketful of chocolate.
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Reviewed by Zoe King
I’m
thinking of taking out an injunction against Chrissie Gittins. Somehow,
in the writing of Family Connections, she infiltrated
my head, and my history. She’s like a female Alan Bennett,
such is the power of her observation, and at times, I found the stories
in this book came discomfortingly close to my own experience. Chrissie
was born in Lancashire. I was born just over the border in Cheshire,
possibly at around the same time, so there will be parallels, but what
she has in great spades, is memory. Things I’d entirely
forgotten, seemingly minor things, she has retained, and in these
stories, she offers them up, making me realise yet again that
one’s personal history is often about minor memories, because
those things can hold such a key to
context.
Lady Macbeth
opens with a woman recalling her school days; ‘I loved Mrs
Marshall. We all did.’ Then we read an account of her copy of
Macbeth. ‘I… filled
in my name and form on the sticker on the inside cover. Above my name
was Sheila Standring LIVM 1963, June
Holt LIVW 1964.’ Because the author already had me
with American Tan, an account of stockings, and how
for the narrator, they were never long enough (for me, they were never short
enough!) I had an instantaneous response to those names. This was my
school she was talking about. This was my copy of Macbeth
too because I also remember the reference to Man from
U.N.C.L.E that came underneath, ‘written in pencil
and then rubbed out.’. Then there is talk of backing books
with ‘remnants of anaglypta and bathroom washable’.
Again, I found myself lost in memories, of the fights I had with my
brother and sister at start of term, where there was never enough
wallpaper to go round, and the first one home from school ended up with
the best dressed books.
She is a real ‘story
teller’, is Chrissie Gittins. She writes of real people
living real and sometimes uncomfortable lives. She doesn’t
wrap them in fancy language because they don’t need it, and
probably wouldn’t welcome it. And it’s because of
that direct approach that her stories work to such effect.
(This
review was first published in Cadenza magazine.)
Zoe King
is
a freelance writer and editor
currently living in Norfolk. Editor of Cadenza, and a member of both
The Society of Authors and The Society of Women Writers and
Journalists, her first love is the short story. Her debut collection,
as yet untitled, will be published by Salt Publishing in June 2008.
(This review was published before Zoe's collection was accepted by
Salt.)
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Publisher:
Salt Publishing
Publication Date:
April 2007
Paperback/Hardback?Paperback
First
collection?: Yes
Other publications: Three
collections of poetry
Awards:
Longlisted
for the Frank O’Connor international short story award 2007
Author
bio:
Chrissie Gittins
was born in Lancashire and studied at Newcastle University and St
Martin’s School of Art. She worked as an artist and a teacher
before becoming a freelance writer. She writes poetry, radio drama,
short stories, and poetry for children. In 2005 she was awarded an Arts
Council Grant to complete this collection.
Read
an interview
with Chrissie Gittins
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