Hellfire and Herring : A Childhood Remembered Paperback
'The scent of God...the air was impregnated with him and his mint-sweet and moth-ball evangelists.
Just as it was with herring, as you might expect in a fossilised fishing-village on Scotland's repressed east coast where fishing was an act of faith and not yet a computer-science industry designed to suck the last drops of life out of the sea.' A vivid and moving account of the author's upbringing in the 1940s and 1950s in the little fishing village of St Monans.
Rush returns decades later to rediscover his childhood, and offers a frank account of how it was for him.
This evocation of a way of life now vanished demonstrates the power of the word to bring the past timelessly to life.
Rush writes of family, village characters, church and school; of folklore and fishing, the eternal power of the sea and the cycles of the seasons.
With a poet's eye he navigates the worlds of the imagination and the unknown, the archetypal problems of fathers and sons and mother love, and the inescapability of childhood influences far on into adult life.
- Format: Paperback
- Pages: 320 pages
- Publisher: Profile Books Ltd
- Publication Date: 14/02/2008
- Category: Autobiography: literary
- ISBN: 9781861979742
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Review by wandering_star
This is a memoir of a childhood on the east coast of Scotland, in the 1940s and 1950s, in a village whose lives are dominated by the rhythms of the fishing cycle and the rhetoric of the Bible. That probably doesn't sound like the most gripping or relevant of reads, and indeed, not much happens. One chapter deals with the village crazies, another with the intimidating teachers at the school, another focuses on the tall tales of the village gravedigger. Two tour de force chapters focus on the cycles of the year (weather, sea, plants, fish).But the book is still one of my discoveries of the year so far. It is a deeply moving portrayal of a world which has completely vanished. Rush is not sentimental about the brutal aspects of the life, but the reader can't help regretting some of what has disappeared - in particular, the way that the villagers are so in tune with their surroundings and. It's also intensely poetic - steeped in metaphors of the Bible and the sea. For me, it was a book that needed to be read as slowly as possible, and preferably aloud - I did this for myself, out of necessity, but it would be wonderful to hear it read by someone with the right Scottish burr.