Taking his inspiration from the powerful screen goddesses of the day, young Edward will stop at nothing in his single-minded pursuit of romance and stardom, cutting a swathe through his parents' mining community and the local grammar school. Harsh reality and his sharp-tongued mother, however, have a way of pricking his glorious balloon. Wakefield's sequel to Forties Child, The Scarlet Boy, left unfinished at his death, is a recreation of childhood. It has all the hallmarks of a Tom Wakefield novel - a vivid sense of place, empathy with his characters, and a playful desire to undermine sexual conventions.
Posthumously finished by his good friend Patrick Gale, which is why I'm reading it. Fragmentary, autobiographic, but human (aka honestly and simply touching) and humorous much like Gale's books, with the romance part added completely by "Angela Gayle", as Wakefield called his good friend.