Caliban Shrieks

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One of the main arguments for the value of Hilton’s writing today is the way it probes the development of his own ideas, his own relationship to the myths that hold up the class system. His writing models this process of critical self-examination to the reader, as if in invitation for us to join in. Benjamin Clarke is a professor of literature at the University of North Carolina. He tells me how this depth in Hilton went unseen — “[Hilton’s] writing is so distinctive, it’s so unusual, I would like to think people would see it today and understand that there are so many dimensions to working-class writing; it goes far beyond just simplistic realist accounts of what happens in factories or mines.” Before his death, Hilton used to come round to Mary and Brian’s for tea several times a week, eating with them and their two boys. None of the family had known that he’d ever been a writer, nor did they ever hear much about his tumultuous early life. Greater Manchester leaders have written to the government calling for an "urgent rethink" of HS2’s Manchester plans. They say the proposal to build a cheaper overground station at Manchester Piccadilly is the wrong solution and could "damage the North for generations”. Andy Burnham said: “This is a huge moment and the decisions that are made now will affect the prospects for people here in the North for hundreds of years to come. A second-class choice for HS2 at Manchester Piccadilly station will be a hammer blow to any prospects of really Levelling Up our country."

Caliban shrieks

Hilton was proud to be a plasterer. Part of the magic of Caliban Shrieks is the novel’s interrogation of the status games compelling so many into decades of drudgery, in the mills, trenches, factories. He never wanted to rise above his class, “the lower working-class type,” into mortgaged respectability: "Whenever I’m with the intellectuals I always feel they do not belong to my world,” he wrote, continuing, “...with all their theories and mentalised life they have had very little experience of living…they’ve been too sheltered, and too looked up to." If the price for becoming a professional writer was his position within the working-class — the aspect of his life he believed enabled him to write with such critical directness about what he saw — then he would choose plastering, and proudly so. And the fallout from the local elections continues with news in The Star that local Labour councillors fear being purged after Labour HQ took control of selections for 10 key positions. Jobs members are being required to reply for include council leader, deputy leader, chief whip, group chair, secretary and treasurer, as well as committee chairmanships held by Labour members. Some councillors plan to protest by not applying or resigning, they say. Throughout Caliban Shrieks he subjects the unearned privileges of the wealthy to prosecutorial diatribes, knowingly delivered in the metre of a Shakespearean Sonnet. These polemics gradually build in strength and sophistication through the novel, with the final chapter as just one long toast-like oration against the class system — modelled on the kinds of speeches he would give as an organiser of the unemployed, the speeches that would eventually put him in chains. His piece for us is just as thrilling, covering a similar topic, but with the story turning out in a very different way. Len Doherty was a working-class author who was feted by the establishment before suddenly withdrawing from the literary scene. He later became a high profile journalist in Sheffield but his career was cut short by a chance encounter with unimaginable horror. OT Creative Space in Old Trafford has a ‘Twilight Art Class’. It’s a 6-week art course, and no experience is needed. You’ll learn how to create art with charcoal, pastels, and watercolours. Starts 6.15pm. Info here .

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Doherty had always been out of place. His columns for The Star were not his first choice of written medium: he'd produced three excellent novels in the Fifties, despite the arduous demands of his then- day job — down the mines. He'd worked in pits since he was seventeen, and was always deeply proud of this first calling, especially as the pivot to journalism relegated him to an office of “fokkin' graduates.” While he respected and could get on with many of his colleagues at The Star , the middle-class trimmings of the average journalist grated on the rough and ready Len. Hilton died modestly and unacclaimed, and for 80 years his novels have been virtually impossible to get hold of after they went out of print, the ownership of the publishing rights unknown. Respected poet and academic Dr Ian Patterson, of Queens’ College, Cambridge, said: “Hilton was a terrific, provocative, phenomenally surprising writer – a true iconoclast. Z-Arts in Hulme has an interactive exhibition, called Fairytales. It’s a world of play and storytelling for little ones and their grownups. Dates throughout the week, but typically open from 10am. Book here .

Chippy Tuesday at Levenshulme veggie and vegan bistro The Gherkin gives you a free chip butty with every drink. Don’t miss out. Info here . Doherty’s literary past had slammed shut not long after the publication of his masterpiece third and final novel, The Good Lion . Finished in 1958, the novel opens in the late Forties. Its three-year narrative maps the same period in Len's own life, beginning with his arrival by train in Sheffield, all alone, a lad of seventeen. From a childhood of poverty, yet joy and freedom, to the punishing grind of factory life and the idiocy of being sent blindly into war, Caliban Shrieks’ narrator takes readers on a lyrical tour of life as a young man born into the first days of the 20th century.

George Orwell loved the work of forgotten author Jack Hilton

Cities of the Dreadful Future: The Legacy of Psychogeography, Urbanism and the Dérive in London and Paris January 9, 2023 His loss from literature was a tragedy, but unsurprising given what he was up against. Hilton could have been up there with Orwell, with D H Lawrence, had the literary world been more ready for him.”This is the autobiography of an unemployed Lancashire working-man now aged thirty-five. In portraying his own life and his reflections upon it he has described a case which is more broadly typical than those who only know the unemployed as statistics will easily realise. Mr. Hilton, of course, is exceptional in that he has broken through the formidable barriers between experience and the recording of that experience on paper (and they are formidable indeed to those whose schooldays end at fourteen). But all over Great Britain, in the devastated industrial regions, there are men of the same brave and generous temper, who express it in the like rich and vigorous speech. Men who know that it is Man's mismanagement and not Nature's law that has thrust the role of Caliban upon them. They are disillusioned, but seldom cynical, industry cannot use them. But society needs them. And they know - better than most - what the real needs of Society are. They are worth listening to.

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Each striking detail in the account Hilton gives of his early life in Caliban Shrieks had left me keen to know what had happened to its author and where his story had gone. Details like the first chapters’ image of an eleven-year-old Hilton shuffling into the mill on “puny little legs” as part of the half-time system of child labour — equipped for the day’s graft with nothing more than a half-empty stomach and a bleary belief in the “myth of work being a recreation.” This witty and unusual book may be described as an autobiography without narrative. Mr Hilton lets us know, briefly and in passing, that he is a cotton operative who has been in and out of work for years past, that he served in France during the latter part of the war, and that he has also been on the road, been in prison, etc etc; but he wastes little time in explanations and none in description. In effect his book is a series of comments on life as it appears when one’s income is two pounds a week or less. Here, for instance, is Mr Hilton’s account of his own marriage: Half-time system, how many bow legs have you made? little puny legs shuffling along up hill at early morn, then bearing a doffing box plus a tired body. No wonder the comedians of the day made the Lancashire lad a skit; still it was a tragic one. What a price to pay for prestige; cotton the world and ruin the child!

Now celebrated as one of the best writers of the twentieth-century, Lawrence died in 1930, reviled. Murry was hated too — described in one 1934 biography as “the best-hated man of letters in the country.” He saw himself as a “moral prophet” engaged in a war of position against bourgeois stodge of the type that had driven Lawrence into exile abroad, since 1920. At school, she found herself hiding what she did from her peers. She admits she felt embarrassed and didn’t want to stand out. “I was at that age in my life,” she says. “I was worried they would think I wasn’t girly.” It seemed there was little hope – Hilton was married twice but had no children and his closest relative moved to Australia and had long since died.