Review
The journalism of Byron Rogers is renowned for its sharp observation and careful intelligence. This account of 20 years spent living in a Northamptonshire village is made up of 70 linked essays, each of which has appeared in print before and is now collected here for the first time. Curiously enough, Blakesley is only a dozen or so miles away from the village immortalised in Flora Thompson's classic Lark Rise to Candleford, though Rogers eschews the cosy informality of Thompson's approach to the rustic vision, turning instead to the studied stillness of J L Carr's style in his little masterpiece A Month in the Country. It casts its net wide: village comedies and tragedies, reconstructions of Blakesley long ago, an icy tale of a haunted pub, a startling account of vertigo in the church tower, and a revealing interview with a former squire - the egregious Sacheverell Sitwell - are among the treats on offer here. The title story, by the way, concerns an ancient Green Lane, already old when the Romans built Watling Street nearby, and its preservation by an eccentric local journalist. There is also a lot of fun along the way, as in this account of a rustic wedding night: 'I remember old Alfie's wedding,' said Mr Reynolds. 'He could not afford a honeymoon, nobody round here could in them days. And that night, so he told the village next day, when he went to bed his missus lay there and said, "Oh, Alf, I can't believe we're really married." "Jes' you wait till I get this other sock off," said Alfie.' Beyond nostalgia, the book is a snapshot album of exquisitely crafted vignettes, as vivid as anything you will ever read and the very essence of an England that is now no more. Rogers is incapable of writing a single dull sentence. (Kirkus UK)
Harry Pearson, When Saturday Comes, December 2002
[A] well-researched and thought-provoking 'revisionist' history... Well argued and backed by telling statistics.
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