-18 From 1987 to 1995, I lived in England and, as well as loving the countryside, the quaint villages and towns (if not the cities!), and the people, I loved the pubs! Unlike Australian pubs of the day (which thankfully have improved since then!), the English pubs I frequented were social meeting places, for men and women, not just somewhere for blokes to get plastered and start fights (though those pubs did exist!).
English pubs were a place to meet and have pint or two after work, or after a walk in the countryside, or when visiting a village market, or for lunch on weekends because it was chilly outside and inside the pub felt warm and friendly.
And English pubs introduced me to Real Ales, not "warm beer", but cellar temperature and tasty, and nothing like the bland fizzy Fosters, XXXX and Swan Lager I'd grown up drinking in Australia!
I read Graham Swift's Last Orders after I returned to Australia in the late 1990s and it made me feel homesick, for England and English pubs.
It opens with four men meeting in a Bermondsey pub after the recent death of their mutual friend, Jack Dodd. Over pints and whiskeys, the men agree to carry out his last wishes, Jack's 'last orders' if you like, to scatter his ashes into the sea.
It is a male-dominated tale, the principal characters are all hard-drinking men, as was Dodd. Like One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, the narrative of Last Orders spans a single day, the drive from the Bermondsey pub to the seaside at Margate. But each character has flashbacks along the way, recounting and reappraising their relationship with Dodd. And through this, we learn more about the friends, Dodd, and others in his life.
Graham Swift won the 1996 Booker Prize for Last Orders. It proved to be a controversial choice, with claims Swift had plagiarised As I Lay Dying by the American author, William Faulkner. Swift himself said he "admired Faulkner" and there may have been a "little homage at work", fanning the flames of debate over the distinction between homage and plagiarism.
Sam Jordison in his Booker club article for The Guardian (July 2012) dismissed the criticism as "Booker-bashing". However, Jordinson goes on to describe Last Orders as a "fairly unassuming prize winner". His problem with the book is its vernacular, starting with the first sentence, "It aint like your regular sort of day." For Jordison, the book read "a bit cor-blimey-guvnor", perhaps as if written by Dick Van Dyke.
I knew nothing of the Booker-bashing controversies when I read Last Orders, and not being born within earshot of Bow Bells, the voices rang true for me. Australian author Tim Winton said of the book, "It is a deeply affecting story of unremarkable people bewildered by the plainness of death and the complexity of living."
And for me, it all started in an English pub. Cheers! ????
© 2017 Robert Fairhead
Sydney, NSW, Australia.
A middle-aged dad and dog owner, Robert is the Founding Editor and a writer for Tall And True and blogs at RobertFairhead.com. He enjoys reading, writing, playing the guitar, walking his dog, and watching Aussie Rules Footy with his son. Robert has worked as an electrician, sales and marketing rep, computer programmer, dog trainer and (wanna-be) writer. He also had a one-night stand as a stand-up comic.