41 Places - 41 Stories: True Tales from Brighton
41 Places:41 Stories is a book of found narratives, true stories picked up on street corners, taxi ranks, pubs, car parks - even in public toilets. Each tale inhabits its own geography: a specific place in the centre of a British seaside town. If the essence of narrative is change, William Shaw distils it here in these tales of love, loss and self-discovery. Brighton is, after all, a place where people have always come to transform themselves.
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His parents dont have a clue
the sheer nothingyness of her dad
Thats so rude
the bird flutters a little way off and stands looking at them stupidly
Youre like the crocodile in Peter Pan
All the way to Vienna he carries the blooms carefully on his lap
Were going to do it Were going to do it
How much have you had to drink sir?
What happened? You won the lottery?
Even her parents didnt know what to do with Swenas hair
We destroy the myth that all accountants are boring
laughter follows them
They all knew it would be their last night together
Rejoining real life was bewildering
That was the first time he ever slept rough
Some days he goes baconandegging
Where did the thing that made you cry come from?
The other day he found a 1966 American silver dollar on the beach
The Tortoise in the Pocket
41 Places Angelo Badalamenti asked beach Bill’s bought boyfriend Brighton Festival Brighton Station Bruce busking café can’t Chris Churchill Square club cold pavement couldn’t couple Dave didn’t doesn’t drinking dropped feels Francesca friends Gemma’s getting girl Gloucester goes gone hair Hamid happened he’d he’s Hove Jack Jason Joshua Judy Karina Kath Kemptown King’s Road Arches Kristina Lanes laughing liquorice living looking loves Marieke Martina Mass Observation mates Maya Maya’s mum McDonald’s morning mother never North Laine North Street Old English 800 parkour pasty pick pier pigeon pocket puts realise Rebekah Del Rio remembers Rounder Records Scuff seafront she’d she’s smile stands started Stella student Swena’s Sydney Street takes talking taxi There’s they’re things thinking tonight trying turn Victoria walks watching weekend weeks West Street What’s Who’s woke Yeah