Laurie Lee
Laurie Lee
Laurence Edward Alan "Laurie" Lee, MBEwas an English poet, novelist and screenwriter, who was brought up in the village of Slad and went to the Central Boys' School, Stroud, Gloucestershire. His most famous work was an autobiographical trilogy which consisted of Cider with Rosie, As I Walked Out One Midsummer Morningand A Moment of War. The first volume recounts his childhood in the Slad Valley. The second deals with his leaving home for London and his first visit to Spain...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth26 June 1914
The sun sets down at the end of the valley over the Severn and there's this afterglow which catches those quarries and it just sits there glowing when the light is gone from everywhere else in the valley - it holds the light to the last drop.
Here we lived and fed in a family fug, not minding the little space, trod on each other like birds in a hole, elbowed our ways without spite, all talking at once or silent at once, or crying against each other, but never I think feeling overcrowded, being as separate as notes in a scale.
I was reminding them of their lives and I think that was why it was read so much, but this was quite unintentional and unpredictable.
What happened was unpredictable but it also reminded many readers of their beginnings and their family recollections.
Well, he was trying to get home - aren't we all, really, in the end?
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It was the end of a semi-feudal life and it was also the beginning of one's own life.
With three kids, it seems like I'm always shelling out $5 here and $5 there,
I expected to be shot at any moment and if they had done I would have understood, that they couldn't take risks with someone foolhardy or so unpredictable.
I have been sitting watching that ever since I came back, the continuous variations of light and shadow.
I don't know what idiocies drove me in those days, but they were naive, innocent idiocies in many ways.
That last winter was a tragic story and I got no personal honour out of it but I was a witness to it.
I remember trying to impress her by writing an essay about the Rocky Mountains and the bears and it was the first bad review I ever had - shameful!