Blitz
Robert Westall
Publisher - Lions / Harper Collins - 1995
Paperback - £2.99
I’ve read a few
Robert Westall books over the last 3 or 4 years and quite frankly, for me, they are up there with the best. He’s often referred
to as having been a Children’s author or a Young Adults (YA) author. I’m loath to call him either because it feels
somehow dismissive or second tier. He was just a great writer who wrote both children and adults with truth, humour,
and humanity. He had a great ear for
realistic conversation, a deep understanding of the complexity of relationships
and he wasn't averse to a little emotional punch every now and then that will
often or not catch you off guard or leave you joyous with memories of long
forgotten childhood wonder.
Blitz is a
very small book of just 4 short stories.
There’s The Ruined City of Kor, The Thing Upstairs, Operation
Cromwell and Rosie. The whole
book comes in at less than 80 pages but its blindingly good and a real showcase
of what the author could do with so little.
I’ve only read Westall’s
novels before this but from what he has crafted in these short stories it shows a mastery
of the shorter form as well.
Without revealing which
is which, among this collection of tales from the civilian life of World War
Two: we have a spooky one, a funny one, a childhood adventure and one that’s
just a little bit heart breaking.
There are also about eight black ink illustrations in my edition by David Frankland. Light and scratchy in style but capturing significant moments from each story. They add a little magic to the whole telling.
There’s not much
more for me to say about the book really but if you have never tried Robert
Westall's writing then this is as good a place as any to start.
Westall has got a lot of fans and a lot of first time reads that left deep impressions. For some it will be The Machine Gunners, others will recommend The Scarecrows or The Watch House. There’s plenty to choose from and I’ve certainly never read one I didn't like. My introduction to his work was through The Wind Eye, a Puffin Plus which was so unexpected in so many ways that it still occupies head-space several years on. I’ll have to return to it one day and try to better understand quite why it haunted me so much but there are so many others of his that I should probably visit first. And I’m not entirely sure I want to risk exorcising it just yet, anyway.
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