Last week I was amazed to learn someone had made a film of Colin Wilson's 1961 novel Adrift In Soho, which I first read back in 1974, at that time devouring anything I could get my hands on by Wilson.
During my late teens, I totally identified with Wilson, the working class boy with literary pretension. Trouble is, he had a first class intellect whereas all I had was an ego betrayed by ability.
Anyhow, its really nice to Wilson and his ideas undergoing something of a renaissance.
The film is perhaps too arty for general taste, but I'm on something of London in the 50s and 60s kick at the moment. This came along at just the right time.
This about Wilson from Wikipedia: Howard F. Dossor wrote:
"Wilson constitutes one of the most significant challenges to twentieth-century critics. It seems most likely that critics analysing his work in the middle of the twenty-first century, will be puzzled that his contemporaries paid such inadequate attention to him. But it is not merely for their sake that he should be examined. Critics who turn to him will find themselves involved in the central questions of our age and will be in touch with a mind that has disclosed an extraordinary resilience in addressing them.
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Adrift In Soho.
Read the memoirs of Ironfoot Jack recently, the notorious Soho character, Bohemian extraordinaire. You can catch a glimpse of him in this 1955 footage, at 00:12
Whatever happened to that clipped upper class English accent media people used to speak in back then? I just think of Harry & Paul skits when I hear it now.
Whatever happened to that clipped upper class English accent media people used to speak in back then? I just think of Harry & Paul skits when I hear it now.