Renfrewshwhere
The books in which characters and events are especially linked through a fictionalised county are the short stories
A Boy in Summer, the novel The Island, and the poetry collection
Greenfields. Price's ambition appears to be to form a kind of Hardy's Wessex from the 'greenfields' of Renfrewshire, where
dramatic human stories intersect and collide in the villages and towns of west Scotland. A contemporary parallel is with Alan Warner's work centred on a fictionalisation of Oban, "The Port", and featuring the characters Morvern Callar and the young women of The Sopranos.
Renfrewshwhere
is the half-rural, half-urban county that appears in my poetry and
fiction. Well, I never name it that of course but in my head that's what its called. It's like the Renfrewshire I grew up in, but not exactly.
Some villages have the same names, some don't - geography, social
history, characters are like the thing, but not completely.
When I was co-editing the magazine Southfields with Raymond
Friel I wrote the Renfrewshire in Old Machine Code column - stories
and prose poems about childhood in the county, told in a slightly
distorted way. They formed the core of the elliptical novel A
Boy in Summer.
The Kilmacolm Hydro Hotel, which features in A
Boy and in my poetry, was a place for wealthy hedonists to relax
- perhaps as a break from personally controlling the Scottish economy.
In the 1920s its management collided with the local puritanism which
was rapidly making Kilmacolm a highly regulated village. Pubs were
outlawed for sixty years and drink regulations meant that even hotels
had a strict licensing regime.
The Hotel soldiered on until the 1960s, but I
knew the place only as a dangerous ruin where my brothers and I
used to play. It was finally demolished and a small private housing
estate stands on the site.
The notion of a utopian Hydro Hotel, where all
kinds of ideas can be discussed at conferences and at smaller meetings,
and there are the sensual pleasures of good food, drink, and company,
of various leisure activities and pamperings - that notion appeals
and is why this site is named after a part of my childhood that
didn't exist then and doesn't exist now.
All texts unless otherwise stated are ©
Richard Price
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