Book Extract: One Hundred Views of NW3 by Pat Jourdan

It’s my pleasure to be taking part in the one day blog blitz for One Hundred Views of NW3 by Pat Jourdan.

Arriving in London with £5, Stella rapidly begins hopping from one disastrous job, bedsit and boyfriend to another.

All the time she is trying to paint pictures and write poetry. At last she gets a place in Hampstead but various men distract her from reaching the goal of holding an exhibition. An ever-changing group of friends moves her along from place to place.

After each drawback Stela moves on, disaster after disaster, while the tally of of pictures shrinks to 36. Set in the heady days of 1960s Swinging London, this vividly charts one girl’s track through the untidy years at its height.

 

Pat has shared an extract today so find that comfortable spot to sit, grab that drink and enjoy.

 

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The group of Liverpool friends are excited when someone they knew back home appears as a sculptor, with an exhibition in a proper London gallery. However, he gets drunk and destroys his own show.

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Gloria called round. She was excited – Fred was in town.

“He’s having an exhibition, and we’re invited to the private view. Remember him?” This was the life Stella wanted, after all, one private view after another. Harry would meet them at the gallery straight from work, it was not far from St Martin’s College of Art.

Glasses of red and white wine were being offered as if from a fountain and Fred had indulged happily and was obviously already drunk. He was glad to see them and introduced them to his girlfriend, Anna. She was at least half his age, almost as tall and blonde. She assured Stella that she was going to be an art critic, that was her plan.

A beautiful Spanish man with soulful dark eyes and his equally good-looking boyfriend decided to buy one of the sculptures.

“We don’t quite understand that piece, though. Why is it called ‘Soldat’?” He pointed to a small brass coal scuttle standing under a spotlight.

“Soldat? It’s German for Soldier. It’s a German helmet! Thought that would be obvious!” Fred said brusquely, dismissing the questioner. However, the man moved away to a crucifixion piece and decided after a confab with his companion to buy it instead. It was a representation of Calvary made from three forks set into a block of wood. The forks’ tines had been pressed apart to form the arms of the crosses and the figures of Christ and the two thieves were made from spilt solder, splashed silver ghostly figures that appeared if the onlooker used their imagination.

At this point two events happened at once. A figure descended the stairs, Alastair Burnet, the newscaster from ITV. It was surreal to see a television star actually appear in real life,

“Good God, I’ve never seen him as a person with real legs.” Harry joked. “And that over there’s a really expensive tweed jacket. Must be worth as much as one of any of these sculpture bits.” Gloria could not stop staring at the TV announcer, trying to reconcile real life with image. Everyone, in fact, stared. But at the same instant Fred got into an argument with a collector about his method of taking everyday objects and claiming they were his own creations. He took a wild swing at one of the guests, and missing, toppled over one of his sculptures.

Then as if set in motion, he dashed around the gallery yelling and throwing his pieces to the floor, followed by the gallery owner shouting at him and attempting to rescue them. The beautiful Spaniard grabbed the Crucifixion that he was after and stuffed it up his wide duffel-coat sleeve to save it from the mass destruction.   Anna, the girlfriend, asked to cool Fred down by the gallery owner, was brushed aside as Fred continued his rampage. She staggered and backed against one of the plinths, and a Head of a New Dictator fell to the floor and shattered. It had been merely plaster, with an imitation bronze varnish finish giving it an authentic sheen. The TV presenter surveyed the damage and calmly climbed the stairs and escaped. By now Fred wanted to challenge everyone and anyone and people were cornered in various groups round the room, trying discreetly to make for the exit like the famous TV presenter.

One of the gallery staff wandered round trying to set the sculptures back on their plinths but several had broken apart and pieces were rolling round the floor. Fred tripped over and fell too, still thrashing around. As a piece of theatre it could not have been bettered.

“It’s getting boring now,” Harry said, “and if we don’t get out now, you know we’re the ones who’ll be landed with him for the rest of the night.” Even Gloria, ever quick to follow the Liverpool label, agreed and Stella went off with them, as Fred staggered back onto his feet and continued whirling about, spectacularly destroying all his work. It was a disaster area. The few pieces that had looked like traditional sculptured heads turned out not to be bronze at all. They had shattered as they fell, showing that they were merely made out of plaster with a coating of bronze paint making them look authentic. Surreal bits of heads rolled round on the floor creating further hazards. Scared art-lovers tripped over the scattered remnants and fallen plinths.

The escaping guests regrouped on the pavement outside complaining and upset and the Spanish man with the soulful eyes produced the Crucifixion sculpture from his wide duffel coat and held it up. It shone under the street lights.

“It’s all right, I’ve paid for it,” he said, waving it about. “I made a cheque out to the gallery,” as he went off towards Charing Cross Road with his friend.

“I bet that cheque bounces,” Stella joked.

“But at least he’s saved one of the pieces of sculpture after all,” Harry pointed out. “And at the rate old Fred’s going on down there, that lad’s probably got the only surviving proof of Fred’s work. It might be really valuable in no time at all.” They watched the only extant piece of Fred’s work left in private hands disappear into the distance.

 

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About Pat Jourdan… 

Pat Jourdan trained as a painter at Liverpool College of Art -some of her paintings can be seen on Saatchi.com. Always balancing writing with painting, she has won the Molly Keane Short Story Award, second in the Michael McLaverty Short Story Award, and various other prizes. One Hundred Views of NW3 is her fourth novel.

“ I am used to producing a painting from start to finish and self-publishing gives the same creative possibility. It has the same excitement, the change from private to public.”

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Click to view One Hundred Views of NW3 on Amazon UK and Amazon US.

 

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I’m Laura. I started Novel Kicks in 2009. I wanted a place to post my writing as well as give other writers like me the opportunity to do the same. There is also a monthly book club, a writing room which features writing prompts, book reviews, competitions, author interviews and guest posts.

I grew up by the sea (my favourite place in the world) and I currently live in Hampshire. I am married to Chris, have a cat named Buddy and I would love to be a writer. I’m trying to write the novel I’ve talked so much about writing if only I could stop pressing delete. I’ve loved writing since creative writing classes in primary school. I have always wanted to see my teacher Miss Sayers again and thank her for the encouragement. When not trying to write the novel or writing snippets of stories on anything I can get my hands on, I love reading, dancing like a loon and singing to myself very badly. My current obsession is Once Upon a Time and I would be happy to live with magic in the enchanted forest surrounded by all those wonderful stories provided that world also included Harry Potter. I love reading chick lit. contemporary fiction and novels with mystery.

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