By Ben Watt
Longlisted for the Samuel Johnson Prize for Non-Fiction 2014
Ben Watt's father used to be a working-class Glaswegian jazz musician--a politicized left-wing bandleader and composer--whose heyday within the overdue Fifties took him into the glittering center of London's West finish. His mom, Romany, the daughter of a Methodist parson, used to be a Shakespearean actress who had triplets in her first marriage prior to turning into a number one showbiz function author and columnist within the '60s and '70s. They have been either divorced and from very assorted backgrounds, they usually got here jointly at a fateful New Year's Day occasion in 1957 like colliding trains.
Romany and Tom is Ben Watt’s sincere, occasionally painful, and sometimes humorous portrait of his mom and dad' unheard of lives and marriage, depicted in a private trip from his personal wide-eyed London youth, via years as an grownup with youngsters and a profession of his personal, to that inevitable aspect once we needs to think accountability for our personal mom and dad of their outdated age. Spanning numerous decades--and drawing on a wealthy seam of family members letters, souvenirs, pictures, public information, and private memories--it is a bright tale of the postwar years, ambition and stardom, family members roots and secrets and techniques, monstrous band jazz, melancholy and drink, lifestyles in golf equipment and nursing houses. it's also approximately who we're, the place we come from, and the way we like and dwell with each other for the lengthy term.
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