Virtual Book Tour Dates: 7/28/14 – 8/4/14
Genres: Short Stories, Literary Fiction
A painting is a suspected forgery and an hotel disappears; people try to make sense of strange events but cannot unravel them.
Tenements were like giants’ houses but really they were buildings that managed to cram entire families next to each other on landings. I had to walk along those concrete balconies, counting out the front doors. However, the only way up was by steep stone stairs. Old men slumped in corners of the landings, drunk, asleep, passed out. More stray dogs snarled, interrupted in their staircase naps.
Bits of graffiti told that G+N, true. Billy is a…(crossed out.) Everyone had to walk past this every day until it became lost in history, which would take about five years.
“Coming back from school, they wait for me on the stairs, the lads, at times, and go to grab my school beret and swipe my satchel,” Marianne said, “But I always fight them off, and they’ve stopped doing it now, really.” Perhaps they had seen her going off in full Everton glory and came to respect her as a fellow supporter. Winning the scholarship and getting to grammar school was where she had betrayed them and they had to make it obvious. No one was supposed to escape, leaving them kicked aside.
Wind gusted up from the river and from the third balcony, looking across, large ships glided past, a hint of black and white glamour. Seagulls yapped and perched on anywhere high enough to satisfy their pride. The Mersey knitted them together; most of the men here worked on the docks and warehouses. Old women, wrapped in fringed black shawls, leant over the balcony, looking at the large concrete patch below them.
What should have been a lawn or playground was a decaying potholed area where some boys played a desultory game of football. Their shouts echoed up. The women had faces like pug dogs, riddled with lines, greying hair scraped back into a bun. They gave me a grunted “hello” and went back to surveying their echoing kingdom.
About The Author:
Pat Jourdan, born in Liverpool, studied painting at Liverpool College of Art, with several exhibitions held since. Winner of several prizes, including the Molly Keane Short Story Award, second in the Michael McLaverty Short Story Award, Quality Women’s Fiction and widely published in magazines. Editor of The Lantern Review. “Little-known but gifted poet of the Liverpool School” – Ian Mc Ewan,in “Saturday.”
Novels “Finding Out” and “A Small Inheritance” and short story collections “Average Sunday Afternoon,” “Rainy Pavements,” and “The Fog Index.” Also seven poetry collections.