David Wheldon
Autore di The Viaduct
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David Wheldon was an author, poet, and pathologist. He was born in 1950 in Moira, Leicestershire, England. He practiced medicine throughout England and Wales. He wrote four novels, The Viaduct (1983), which won the 1982 Triple First Award, The Course of Instruction (1984), A Vocation (1986), and At mostra altro the Quay (1990). He wrote five collections of short stories and numerous poems and essays. He put his literary work on hold to work on a treatment for multiple sclerosis. He had returned to writing in recent years. David Wheldon died on January 7, 2021. He was 71. (Bowker Author Biography) mostra meno
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Twenty-five years on I've finally come across another of Wheldon's books, 'The Viaduct', which was his first novel, described by Grahame Greene, no less, as 'A remarkable novel'. At the time it won the 'Triple First Award' (instituted to 'encourage new writing'). Sadly however the author, the book and even the award seem to have sunk into obscurity.
The book is about a man, released from prison who is driven to walk a disused railway along with many fellow travellers. It is indeed Kafkaesque in its feel and it seems to be set in a time and place like, but subtly different from, the one we are familiar with.
I have to say that it took me a while to read this book, despite it being a somewhat slim volume. This is never a good sign. One thing that I dislike about a book like this is that it feels like a metaphor or analogy, which I'm just not getting. The journey along the railway obviously feels like the passage through life, but the author explicitly refers to this interpretation and seems to discount it! "He was drawing the analogy between the railway and the passing of time. That's an old story." (p125). So what is the metaphor? Maybe there just isn't one, or maybe I'm not clever enough to figure it out.
The book is also too kafkaesque in that it's strongly reminiscent of 'The Trial' in parts. I think the book will remain vivid in my imagination for some time, as the central theme forms a powerful image, but I didn't find it an easy or particularly fulfilling read.… (altro)