Up the Junction

This is a very cool book. It feels different to so much that I've read - so immediate, so natural. I also love the vignette approach - though I could imagine others would feel that this takes it too far towards reportage instead of fiction.

A collection of gritty but vibrant tales of a group of young women in 1960s London. The Second World War still looms in the background, with bomb sites abounding, and the Cold War is in evidence with frequent mentions of the H-bomb, but the stories are all down to earth glimpses of normal life. It's very much of the 60s, but as much as stayed the same as has changed; the stories are filled with pop music, boys, immigration, the influence of American culture, etc.
Painfully bleak at times but overall enjoyable, readable and heartfelt.

This book is, as it notes on both its front and back cover, "the remarkable 1963 cult classic." I think if one were to have come across it in the early 1960s, it would have seemed quite colorful, shockingly frank, and occasionally insightful. Forty-six years later, most of those impressions have been subsumed by representations in popular culture that are more vivid, virtually unrestrained, and still occasionally insightful. I wanted to like the book quite a bit more than I did, and I'm afraid that in my rush to finish it, I became frustrated and opted not to finish the last few sketches.

A good deal of my frustration came simply from the form in which Dunn wrote. Being sketches rather than more developed stories, they convey a place, a show more mood, or an incident, but they don't go much further. I was intrigued, but then I found the sketch at an end, and so my curiosity about these characters and their lives was left unfulfilled. There seemed a lot there worth noting, but the author did not place around the tales a structure that would guide me through it. I also wanted additional reasons to connect to the characters, to understand them and to get a deeper sense of their lives.

I also found that, given the form, the author often ran dialogue for seeming effect, a character's statements sometimes following one after another without segue. I expect the intended effect was that readers should understand that this conversation was mere filler, that they attached little meaning to it, that their observations were oft-recited comments spoken mostly to fill the silence. Similarly, dialogue was often difficult to attribute to the characters, because signifiers and attributions were missing, and while this contributed to an interesting imitation of the noise of conversation, I found it distancing. I wanted not to guess at who was speaking or what they might be reacting to. There were so many nice details and such well-preserved turns of phrase that I wanted them to be easier to enjoy.

The dialogue itself is worth reading, if only for a taste of the attitudes and manners of expression by working-class women at that place and time. The sense of place is strong, and the insights into lives most of us are lucky not to live are worth one's time. Both of these elements are strong enough in this book to make me with there were more here, that I could give more attention to a work that felt more fully developed. show less

everyone needs a bath. the men go to jail. the women have babies or abortions. it was a learning experience for me. but quite sad.