I was born in Corby of German/Dutch parentage and spent the first 18 years of my life in what was a huge iron and steel complex with housing in the very heart of a rural Midlands backwater. The contrasts between Corby and its environment could not have been starker and, whilst never quite capturing the uniqueness of this juxtapositioning, John Burnside does go a long way in bringing to life the tensions within a community drawn together from disparate geographies in the hope of improving their lot in life.
Whilst aspects of Corby scenesetting can appear contrived (The overusage of street and pub names to no real purpose), nobody who ever did a shift in The Works could argue with Burnside's evocation of its brooding presence over the town. Emerging from the noise, steam and smoke of a night shift in the tube side (As I did as a schoolboy during summer holidays) to a bright, summer's dawn is the type of bitter/sweet memories Burnside captures beautifully. Equally his portrayal of the generation of men who fed the ovens and furnaces etc. is true to the hard, tough often brutal reputation the town earned.
However I was unconvinced by the portrayal of the 2 main characters, especially the use of a Latvian strand to counteract the overwhelming Scottishness of the town. Good old fashioned sectarianism was the greater divide in Corby - left relatively untapped in the book. Indeed a shift allocation let alone the job was decided more often than not by whether the candidate was a Celtic or Rangers supporter. Worse as the book moved beyond Corby, the allegorical style of the letters to a dead friend resulted in the pace and punch of the early scenes being lost.
Burnside can and, for the most part does, write powerfully about a community and way of life which was all too violent, alien and short lived even for its own inhabitants. I am not alone in mourning the passing of The Works and the impact it had on Corby's menfolk. It was a tough town and Burnside conveys through his characters the emptiness left by its passing. I would defy anyone of my generation and background not to be moved and disturbed by Living Nowhere and, if nothing else, the rest of Northamptonshire should read the book to better understand what was in its midst and is no more. A bleak tale with an all too true bleak ending. A tale for all to learn from...