Margin Released

Fülszöveg

Wllt i^iCr'13-UV HHI I-M Si^'fefl | ¦ IS í'- ¦ . f iií:: ¦ MM VÜ

1 1 fsf

ill I i

s IMI

V..,-, ''ÍVIt' '.'•J j: Jiy-ili • rJ í j s í m , i t^W.-ÉWif ^ ¦ ¦ 1 , í t : jjíf'i ||*.íj • i; • ,Í /IS : 4 Hi ¦ I i 'K ^f ' "4 * ^ ; " ü t ' ' if'lí MARGIN RELEASED a writer's reminiscences and reflections by J. B. PRIESTLEY Novelist, essayist, critic, playwright and producer, J. B. Priestley brings more than forty years of living as a full-time man of letters to this intensely personal memoir. In it he considers writing-his own and others'; writers, readers and the world- the world of raw experience which feeds the writer's imagination and with which he as a man must come to grips exactly as other men do. The years before 1914, in Bradford, Yorkshire, were filled with activity, however unfocused: long days of working, reading, writing; weekends spent walking over the moors with friends; nights spent in the Lyons café in Markét Street where a string trio scraped out the popular songs... Tovább

Fülszöveg

Wllt i^iCr'13-UV HHI I-M Si^'fefl | ¦ IS í'- ¦ . f iií:: ¦ MM VÜ

1 1 fsf

ill I i

s IMI

V..,-, ''ÍVIt' '.'•J j: Jiy-ili • rJ í j s í m , i t^W.-ÉWif ^ ¦ ¦ 1 , í t : jjíf'i ||*.íj • i; • ,Í /IS : 4 Hi ¦ I i 'K ^f ' "4 * ^ ; " ü t ' ' if'lí MARGIN RELEASED a writer's reminiscences and reflections by J. B. PRIESTLEY Novelist, essayist, critic, playwright and producer, J. B. Priestley brings more than forty years of living as a full-time man of letters to this intensely personal memoir. In it he considers writing-his own and others'; writers, readers and the world- the world of raw experience which feeds the writer's imagination and with which he as a man must come to grips exactly as other men do. The years before 1914, in Bradford, Yorkshire, were filled with activity, however unfocused: long days of working, reading, writing; weekends spent walking over the moors with friends; nights spent in the Lyons café in Markét Street where a string trio scraped out the popular songs of the day. The writer-to-be struggled to discover his gifts and his future direction, "cramming the hours with experience." Today, looking back at the crowded, handwritten pages of journals written then, Priestley is detached and somewhat disparaging of his obstinately persistent younger self. But from those years grew his healthy skepticism, burning conviction and passionate devotion to humankind. (Continued on back flap) Vissza