cuttsie Posted September 20, 2011 Share Posted September 20, 2011 The places where people lived were quite shameful, but don't forget the people who lived in them built Sheffield. Exploitation by the middle and upper classes,is the ugliness. Bang on Retep and they are still at it! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
retep Posted September 20, 2011 Share Posted September 20, 2011 A nice quote from GO. I always thought he was readable from a very young age and his description of Neepsend was very dramatic. The thing was though, if a person was actually born and raised in an environment like the one he described they wouldn't think it was any kind of big deal, especially if they were ill educated and hadn't been anywhere, like myself. I lived not all that far from Neepsend, but on top of the hill, top of Woodside Lane, the air was a bit better and we could look down on the fogs of Neepsend. The buildings weren't all that different to how he describes them though. I think that Orwell will always be castigated by some people because he was basically a 'toff', and well, everybody is entitled to their opinions. When I first saw a photograph of him I thought he was a 'spiv', and knocked out dodgy nylons from a suitcase. I was very young though. You were in the thick of it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sweetdexter Posted September 21, 2011 Share Posted September 21, 2011 Hi dex, I haven't recieved your PM owing to the fact that my Inbox is full. In fact it's been full for some time and even following the instructions to empty it doesn't seem to make any difference. I was just wondering what promted you to visit Orwell. My eyes are going I listen to audio books and Wigan Pier is on my list . Just thought it was a coincidence Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Texas Posted September 22, 2011 Author Share Posted September 22, 2011 The thing is dex I've always done a lot of reading. Although I haven't read any of George Orwell's work for a while and I read the reason for this thread in a newspaper profile. I obviously had forgotten his view of 30's Sheffield. For myself, I'm currently reading as much of the late Kingsley Amis's stuff I can lay my hands on, including the poetry. I'm of the opinion that if he hadn't written the novel 'Lucky Jim', many of the attitudes of today wouldn't have been born. Great novel, lousy film. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gnvqsos Posted September 24, 2011 Share Posted September 24, 2011 I remember a winter afternoon in the dreadful environs of Wigan. All round was the lunar landscape of slag-heaps, and to the north, through the passes, as it were, between the mountains of slag, you could see the factory chimneys sending out their plumes of smoke. The canal path was a mixture of cinders and frozen mud, criss-crossed by the imprints of innumerable clogs, and all round, as far as the slag-heaps in the distance, stretched the 'flashes'--pools of stagnant water that had seeped into the hollows caused by the subsidence of ancient pits. It was horribly cold. The 'flashes' were covered with ice the colour of raw umber, the bargemen were muffled to the eyes in sacks, the lock gates wore beards of ice. It seemed a world from which vegetation had been banished; nothing existed except smoke, shale, ice, mud, ashes, and foul water. But even Wigan is beautiful compared with Sheffield. Sheffield, I suppose, could justly claim to be called the ugliest town in the Old World: its inhabitants, who want it to be pre-eminent in everything, very likely do make that claim for it. It has a population of half a million and it contains fewer decent buildings than the average East Anglian village of five hundred. And the stench! If at rare moments you stop smelling sulphur it is because you have begun smelling gas. Even the shallow river that runs through the town is-usually bright yellow with some chemical or other. Once I halted in the street and counted the factory chimneys I could see; there were thirty-three of them, but there would have been far more if the air had not been obscured by smoke. One scene especially lingers in my mind. A frightful patch of waste ground (somehow, up there, a patch of waste ground attains a squalor that would be impossible even in London) trampled bare of grass and littered with newspapers and old saucepans. To the right an isolated row of gaunt four-roomed houses, dark red, blackened by smoke. To the left an interminable vista of factory chimneys, chimney beyond chimney, fading away into a dim blackish haze. Behind me a railway embankment made of the slag from furnaces. In front, across the patch of waste ground, a cubical building of red and yellow brick, with the sign 'Thomas Grocock, Haulage Contractor'. At night, when you cannot see the hideous shapes of the houses and the blackness of everything, a town like Sheffield assumes a kind of sinister magnificence. Sometimes the drifts of smoke are rosy with sulphur, and serrated flames, like circular saws, squeeze themselves out from beneath the cowls of the foundry chimneys. Through the open doors of foundries you see fiery serpents of iron being hauled to and fro by redlit boys, and you hear the whizz and thump of steam hammers and the scream of the iron under the blow. This is an excellent parody of the great man-even the vocabulary is part of his repertoire. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Texas Posted September 25, 2011 Author Share Posted September 25, 2011 I bow to your superior knowledge, gnvqsos. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
innit Posted September 27, 2011 Share Posted September 27, 2011 This is an excellent parody of the great man-even the vocabulary is part of his repertoire. Parody? It's a direct quote from his diaries. In the eighties my dad met members of the Searle family who Orwell lodged with on Wallace Road at Parkwood Springs during the period he was researching "Road to Wigan Pier". They knew him as Eric Blair of course and my dad told me that Mrs Searle felt she'd been a bit misrepresented by Orwell in his diary as very working class when in fact she was a music teacher. I think her sons name was Gil Searle. I'm quoting from memory and my dad's no longer around to check with but I believe that titbit to be true. From Orwell's perspective, indeed any outsiders perspective, Sheffield must have seemed an absolute hellhole in the 1930's. My dad's memories of Parkwood Springs in the fifties and sixties sound bad enough when it was upwind of the gasworks, power station and whatever other manufacturies were lurking in the valley. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dhs1 Posted September 27, 2011 Share Posted September 27, 2011 This is fascinating. I'm in the middle of rereading 'Wigan Pier'. I've always appreciated Orwell's reaction to Sheffield. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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