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A Cab at the Door

[PDF] A Cab at the Door | by ☆ V.S. Pritchett - A Cab at the Door, A Cab at the Door A Cab at the Door originally published in recalls his childhood in turn of the century and World War I London with the urbane subtlety and wry humor that have marked his other works For the wil

  • Title: A Cab at the Door
  • Author: V.S. Pritchett
  • ISBN: 9780394712321
  • Page: 488
  • Format: Paperback

[PDF] A Cab at the Door | by ☆ V.S. Pritchett, A Cab at the Door, V.S. Pritchett, A Cab at the Door A Cab at the Door originally published in recalls his childhood in turn of the century and World War I London with the urbane subtlety and wry humor that have marked his other works For the wild and eccentric Pritchett family life is a series of cabs waiting at the door to transport them to a succession of ten bob a week lodgings in their flight from creditors anA Cab at [PDF] A Cab at the Door | by ☆ V.S. Pritchett - A Cab at the Door, A Cab at the Door A Cab at the Door originally published in recalls his childhood in turn of the century and World War I London with the urbane subtlety and wry humor that have marked his other works For the wil

  • [PDF] A Cab at the Door | by ☆ V.S. Pritchett
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A Cab at the Door

About "V.S. Pritchett"

  1. V.S. Pritchett

    Victor Sawdon Pritchett was born in Ipswich, Suffolk, the first of four children of Walter Sawdon Pritchett and Beatrice Helena n e Martin His father, a London businessman in financial difficulties, had come to Ipswich to start a shop selling newspapers and stationery The business was struggling and the couple were lodging over a toyshop at 41 St Nicholas Street where Pritchett was born on 16 December 1900 Beatrice had expected a girl, whom she planned to name after the Queen Pritchett never liked his first name, which is why he always styled himself with his initials even close friends would call him VSP.Pritchett s father was a steady Christian Scientist and unsteady in all else Walter and Beatrice had come to Ipswich to be near her sister who had married money and lived in Warrington Road Within a year Walter was declared bankrupt, the family moved to Woodford, Essex, then to Derby, and he began selling women s clothing and accessories as a travelling salesman Pritchett was soon sent with his brother Cyril to live with their paternal grandparents in Sedbergh, where the boys attended their first school Walter s business failures, his casual attitude to credit, and his easy deceit obliged the family to move frequently The family was reunited but life was always precarious they tended to live in London suburbs with members of Beatrice s family They returned to Ipswich in 1910, living for a year near Cauldwell Hall Road, trying to evade Walter s creditors At this time Pritchett attended St John s School Subsequently Pritchett attended Alleyn s School, Dulwich, and Dulwich College but he stayed nowhere for very long When his father went to fight in World War I, Pritchett left school Later in the war Walter turned his hand to aircraft design, of which he knew nothing, and his later ventures included art needlework, property speculation, and faith healing.Pritchett was a leather buyer from 1916 to 1920, when he moved to Paris, where he worked as a shop assistant In 1923 he started writing for the Christian Science Monitor, which sent him to Ireland and Spain From 1926 he wrote reviews for the paper and for the New Statesman, which later appointed him literary editor.Pritchett s first book described his journey across Spain Marching Spain 1928 and Clare Drummer 1929 was about his experiences in Ireland Whilst in Ireland he met his first wife, Evelyn Vigors, but it was not to be a happy marriage.Pritchett published five novels but he claimed not to enjoy their creation His reputation was established by a collection of short stories The Spanish Virgin and Other Stories 1932.In 1936 he divorced his first wife, and married Dorothy Rudge Roberts they had two children The marriage lasted until Pritchett s death, although they both had other relationships His son is the journalist Oliver Pritchett and his grandson son of Oliver is the cartoonist Matt Pritchett.During World War II Pritchett worked for the BBC and the Ministry of Information whilst continuing to submit a weekly essay to the New Statesman After the war he wrote widely and he started taking teaching positions at universities in the United States Princeton 1953 , the University of California 1962 , Columbia University and Smith College He was fluent in German, Spanish, and French, and published successful biographies of Honor de Balzac 1973 , Ivan Turgenev 1977 and Anton Chekhov 1988 , although he did not know Russian and had never visited the Soviet Union.Pritchett was knighted in 1975 for his services to literature and became Companion of Honour in 1993 His awards include Heinemann Award 1969 , PEN Award 1974 , W.H Smith Literary Award 1990 , and Golden Pen Award 1993 He died of a stroke in London on 20 March 1997.enpedia wiki V._S._Pr

620 Comments

  1. Been back and forth about this book There are interesting bits in it, about Christian Science Victor s father was a devotee , about the leather trade and life in industrial London but on the whole, this book centers around family strife and the very complicated claustrophobic relationship V has with his father I don t think I ve ever before read an autobiography in which the author was so difficult to like It left me with a bitter taste in my mouth I will say that the writing was excellent.


  2. Well, this is a tricky one to review I ve given it 4 stars as the quality of the writing is excellent quite spare and very expressive However, I found the subject matter of the book difficult The author is seemingly brutally honest about his observations on a number of things, including his relationship with his father, and that sometimes makes difficult reading And fundamentally other than that nothing much out of the ordinary happens to him which makes the book a bit meandering, in my view I [...]


  3. Words cannot describe how wonderful this book is V.S Pritchett s memoirs of growing up in Edwardian England with a let s put it charitably, rather eccentric businessman father always on the run from creditors is filled to the brim with hilarious and sad at times,incidents at school work and play He has an uncanny knack and I might add unique ability with portraits of his family relations workmates human foibles not the least of which was his father s mid life conversion to Christian Science Utte [...]


  4. Aw, now here s a gem I got into Pritchett on the back of James Woods praise the English Chekhov much underrated It reads part Henry Green, part Diary of a Nobody and is warm, self effacing and superbly well observed It s also a nifty social document, especially given the young Victor s broad exposure to toughs and toffs alike I ve only read a handful of his short stories and I m now an eager convert Well worth a look.


  5. Tender, droll, and utterly brilliant The consistent pleasure of the prose alone is worth any amount of trouble you may have in finding a copy of this book Pritchett s evocation of era and character are matchless and this memoir like Edmund Gosse s Father and Son, another classic of British autobiography shows up the mere confessional faddishness of what passes for memoir today.


  6. I wanted and expected to like this, but found it hard going There were a few interesting bits I found the descriptions of the authors job at a tanners particularly good The stories of family life were disjointed and puzzling I didn t like his family much all were quite unsympathetic It also ended abruptly felt like an outpouring of memories rather than an autobiography.


  7. Pritchett had a topsy turvy and somewhat unpleasant childhood,with a cab at the door to take the family to yet another flat when his Micawber like father follows yet another dream but he writes about it with British wit and wryness.






  8. excellent memoir following the writer from birth up til he leaves home i ll be looking out for the follow up and other works by him, as the man can write and he gives me hope.


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