Spicy Green Ginger
A tribute to Hull-City of Culture
Bloggers
and reviewers are more than welcome to give it a push.
Short
Stories – Hull and East Riding – Andrew Reid Wildman
A voice
from a writer who deserves discovery.
These
pieces show Andrew at his best; as an interpreter and observer of human nature,
always funny, he describes life in this beautiful area of Yorkshire through
decades and people characters who sometimes did or didn’t fit the profile of
the neighborhood.
The
readers will find the collection full of familiar themes and characters.
Spicy Green Ginger – For people who belong to Yorkshire
Spicy
Green Ginger is sour and sweet, deliciously, wickedly misanthropic, and at
times sad and tender. The characters are of course entirely fictitious, but who
has not at times felt like them? For instance poor Betty Bridgenorth, a
hard-working, proud baker who is savaged by a nameless internet troll, and sets
out to seek revenge? Or Edna Isenthorpe, who just wants to enjoy her train
journey in peace. Some of the historical stories are based loosely on murderous
events or legends from the county; others seek to recreate the atmosphere of
places now lost, for example the famous Kardomah Cafe.
Why Spicy Green Ginger?
The Land of Green Ginger is a narrow street at the
bottom of Whitefriargate,in the old town area of Kingston Upon Hull,England.
Stolen Childhood – Excerpt from the book
The Stolen Yorkshire Childhood
Beverley, East Yorkshire, the present day
“Can I
help you, sir?” asked PC Darren Kendalson, a recent recruit to the force. He
was staffing the desk of the Westwood police station in Beverley. Just over an
hour left remained of his afternoon shift.
“Yes,”
replied the man, an attractive if rather highly strung man of middle age, his
cheeks red, his head balding. The tall man’s blue eyes flickered sadly, great
depth etched in his resigned expression. “I want to report a stolen childhood,”
said he.
“A stolen
childhood?” replied the officer, a confused smile on his sweetly innocent face.
He was too young to understand the man’s complaint.
“Yes,”
replied the man. “My Yorkshire childhood was stolen you see, and I want it
back.” The man scratched his scalp as he spoke, making it bleed.
“I am not
sure I can help you with that,” replied the young officer. There was the hint
of a smirk in his cherubic face, a little scorn, a little cruelty. His lips
twitched in secret amusement.
“Let me
deal with this, son,” interjected Sergeant Brown, a man approaching retirement,
his stomach fighting a territorial war with his tunic and winning. PC Kendalson
smiled professionally, and sat back to watch. He was getting used to surprises
in police work.
Andrew Reid Wildman
Andrew Reid Wildman was born in Beverley, East
Yorkshire. He currently lives and works in Essex, and is a lecturer in English
at a busy London college.Andrew loves writing short, acerbic stories, picking up on the foibles of ordinary people, and exploring the complexities of social interaction. His home county often features in his work. Andrew Reid Wildman also enjoys painting in his free time, and has been a best-selling artist with www.artgallery.co.uk for several years. He has a Masters degree in Victorian Studies from Birkbeck University.
Author’s words
”I am a
son of Beverley, and I took to short story writing a couple of years ago. Each
of my stories is set, with a few exceptions, in my home county.”
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