JONATHAN FALLA is an English writer now based in Scotland, the author of six published novels, ethnography, essays, short stories and drama. The pages of this site provide information on all JF’s work, with reviews, a brief biography and contact details. Please have a look through the pages – and thank you for your interest.
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World Book Day at our village school
Yesterday (7th January 2024) was World Book Day, and our little village primary school (37 children) asked me to be a real writer for the day. I asked the children to help me begin a story with a moral dilemma, a ‘trolley problem’: a fisherman, in a violent storm, is asked to save a neighbour’s sick child by taking it to the hospital across the bay. If he does this, he is risking depriving his own family of their provider by getting himself drowned. So, should he decline to go because of his responsibility to his family? One or two of the school staff were concerned that this was all a bit scary and brutal, but the seven year olds were unfazed, and had trenchant views on the subject.
Looking at them, I realise that I am now ten times their age.
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I’m sad to record the death of an old friend, CHRISTOPHER CHAPMAN
St Albans 1943 – London 2023
Chris Chapman was a fine painter, printmaker and teacher whom I have known since Cambridge in the 1970s. His colourful canvases contained layers of sadness, eroticism, and echoes of lost childhood that never quite escaped him.
Three Figures 1973
He also created prints and drawings, some of which accompanied poetry, for example, the poems of Ramon Lopez Velarde (see the page on Velarde on this site), and a striking set of images to accompany an Italian translation of T S Eliot’s Sweeney among the Nightingales, in collaboration with Roberto Sanesi.
Sweeney among the Nightingales 1983
A memorial event will be held for Chris in London this April 2024, and with his friends I will be working on a book collecting his art.
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My most recent novel – WOODEN BABY
Wooden Baby is about struggles to preserve civilisation in the face of catastrophic war and other disasters, the settings being 17th century German including the palace at Torgau (as on the cover), and the home of Michel de Montaigne and his family in south western France, with its famous tower library. It is, I hope, funny in spite of the grim circumstances. Some years ago I walked for several days from Montaigne to Bergerac, and there was nothing grim about that. Please look at the ‘Fiction’ pages for details of the book.
The illustration below is of the Château de Montaigne as it appeared until most of it was destroyed by fire in 1885 – although luckily the separate tower survived.
Château de Montaigne
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JOHN RYLANDS ARCHIVE
September 2022: The John Rylands Library of Manchester University is a remarkable place, a huge late 19th century neo-Gothic building which houses one of the finest research libraries in the UK, and a collection of illuminated manuscripts and incunabula that is world famous.
Last year, the Library opened a new ‘Humanitarian Archive’, gathering documents relating to aid and development work and disaster relief operations. I’ve donated a small set of journals from my time with various aid agencies (Oxfam, Save the Children and others) together with maps and photographs, and copies and digital texts of the books or dramas I’ve written out of that experience, such as True Love & Bartholomew: rebels on the Burmese Border.
This project included spending time indexing journals from Uganda, Burma, Sudan and elsewhere, some of them going back forty years. It was a surprising experience: I was re-visiting close day to day relationships with people in sometimes highly stressed and vividly coloured situations, people who might have been quite young at the time but who will now be pushing seventy if they are still alive. Often, in re-reading the entries, I was obliged to confront in myself some very naive and foolish attitudes and decisions. I survived; I don’t know if my friends did. They were life-changing experiences.
This is one of the journals – Karamoja (Uganda) 1981 – in a Laura West binding, together with the play that came out of it.
NEW BINDINGS
January 2022: Some of publishers’ paperback books don’t look as though they will last so many years, so I’ve been having them rebound sturdily and beautifully by Laura West, a highly regarded artisan binder on Skye. Here are two of them. Laura takes a small section of the paperback front cover and insets it into the cloth binding. The recess means that the inset section doesn’t rub when the book is shelved.
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GOOD NEWS FROM RIGA
A recent novel
Good News From Riga is my sixth novel, and comes close to home in its setting, which is the old jute mills of Dundee, reimagined not as student accomodation and small business premises, but as the home of fractious groups of exiles fighting for control of their own communities.
I’ve met a number of such groups over the years: Chileans fleeing General Pinochet, Iranians, Sudanese and others. I once offered to marry an Iranian to help her get a passport, but she was rather wealthy and I was an impoverished student nurse at the time. She took one look at my miserable lodgings and decided she could do better. Such groups have many curious and poignant tensions, as they dream of the return to their homeland, try to persuade foreign governments to consider them as legitimate ‘governments in exile’, and try to cadjole their own young people to keep the faith. I once went to a concert of Chilean music in London at which it was painfully obvious that the older generation were anxious to keep up their children’s interest in the music of ‘home’ – except that, to the children, home was now the UK.
It’s an old theme in literature. One of my favourite poets, the Alexandrian Greek C.P.Cavafy, writing in the 1920s, evoked the self-delusion of Byzantine exiles dreaming that they can return to overthrow a usurping emperor:
…So one way or another, our plans are definitely working out,
and we’ll easily overthrow Basil.
And when we do, at last our turn will come.
Why set this in Dundee? Mainly because the old jute mills are so atmospheric. Many have now been ‘renovated’ and put to new uses, but a few remain gloriously derelict, the roof collapsing, the floors subsiding. One in particular – the Queen Victoria Works, dating from 1824 – is now thoroughly dangerous. A few years back I wriggled inside through an access which is now firmly bolted and welded up. Such a shame.
(The photo above is used on the Amazon print-on-demand edition of the book.)