Hiya, dear Soul friends, Northerners and countrymen.

 

Just to say, I have a new ebook almost ready for publication, based in the North and around the Northern Soul scene, between 1977 - '81.

 

It's called 'Wood, Talc and Mr.J'.

 

Here's a link to a synopsis: https://woodtalcandmrj.com/current-and-recent-projects/

 

And if you'd like to read an extract, here's a link to chapter 2: https://woodtalcandmrj.com/wood-talc-and-mr-j-a-novel-by-chris-rose/

 

There's also a bit of a 'fun' blog of mine up there - some of you may have seen it already - from my website. Just kind of how it started for me, to where I'm at now.

 

Some of you may be able to relate to it.

 

Hope you enjoy it, or them, and I'll keep you informed as to when the novel will be out.

 

All the very best and Keep The Faith!

 

Chris

Hiya, dear Soul friends, Northerners and countrymen.

 

Just to say, I have a new ebook almost ready for publication, based in the North and around the Northern Soul scene, between 1977 - '81.

 

It's called 'Wood, Talc and Mr.J'.

 

Here's a link to a synopsis: https://woodtalcandmrj.com/current-and-recent-projects/

 

And if you'd like to read an extract, here's a link to chapter 2: https://woodtalcandmrj.com/wood-talc-and-mr-j-a-novel-by-chris-rose/

 

There's also a bit of a 'fun' blog of mine up there - some of you may have seen it already - from my website. Just kind of how it started for me, to where I'm at now.

 

Some of you may be able to relate to it.

 

Hope you enjoy it, or them, and I'll keep you informed as to when the novel will be out.

 

All the very best and Keep The Faith!

 

Chris

Sorry, forgot the link to the blog:   https://woodtalcandmrj.com/2013/07/26/soulful/ ktf!

Best of luck with the project. 

Many thanks, Carl   

Hi,

Hope you don't mind but I have printed the 'Links' to read later when I am at Lunch.

Later

Tezza XX

Don't mind at all, Tezza  Just hope it didn't give you indigestion  XX

Oh and feel free, one and all, to leave a comment on the site, if the urge takes you 

Why I didn't put the synopsis here, I'll never know 

 

Wood, Talc and Mr. J

 

A look back. Without the rose-tinted spectacles, but with hindsight and humour, and with poignancy and affection.

 

1978. The North.

 

Phillip sees life in a simplistic if passionate way: up or down, us and them, black, white and nothing in-between. When not doing his ‘thing’ in Wigan’s Casino Club — voted ‘The Greatest Disco in the World’ by Time Magazine — Phillip hates the world. Or at least he thinks he does. He longs for the weekend, or a greater, permanent escape from the daily grind of factory life in an industrial town.

 

With a little imagination, he might realise things midweek aren’t that bad: there’s the loving family, the secure job amid mass unemployment, a relationship with the perfect young woman… Or maybe he realises too late. And all he’d deemed important was only ever an illusion, his reflected image included.

 

Coming full circle by way of loss and more loss, you would hope lessons are learned…

 

The book progresses through myriad dream sequences, interwoven song lyrics, a father’s philosophical ramblings, ever blackening wit, leitmotif — or seemingly recurring scenes; is someone laughing at our hero? And Phillip’s own, lyrical, strut-like, black or white manner.

 

Dancehall adventures via train rides to Heaven, scooter cruising almost coast to coast. Beneath the pier encounters with the opposite sex, et al… set against the birth of Scargill and Thatcher feuding…