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152 pages, Kindle Edition
Published September 7, 2023
When someone says a work of literature, or art has changed their life, it’s easy to meet the statement with a heavy eyeroll. As a young writer, working on the first drafts of what would become my own short story collection, Local Fires, I was recommended to read Thomas Morris’ debut collection, We Don’t Know What We’re Doing. Each story, set in Morris’ hometown of Caerphilly, I felt I had lived. I had walked the same streets as his characters’, experienced similar anxieties. I felt seen. It inspired me to alter the course of my own work, setting each story in my own home, Llanelli. Another deprived, semi-forgotten Welsh town where the people are directionless.
Why Aberfan?
Why didn’t black holes crop up across the country after Senghennydd, or after an estimated fifteen thousand Welsh soldiers were killed during WWII, and almost a thousand children lost their lives in air raids?
What about the loss of Welsh language; the forced removal due to English sovereignty, Henry VIII’s Act of Union in 1536; or phases of immigration to North America, Australia and beyond; the emigration of English language speakers to Wales during the Industrial Revolution; the forty thousand Welsh people at home during WWII who didn’t speak English, who had only twenty minutes of Welsh broadcasted by the BBC per day, who felt this was England’s war, not theirs?
In 1993, the Welsh Language Bill gave Welsh the same equal status as English, yet we, the Welsh, still continue to fight for its dignity, the respect our language deserves. Our history.
What about our grief, our anger?
Why isn’t there a black hole for every lost community? For Blwych y Gwynt, Machynys, Brynmefys—these are just in Llanelli. Capel Celyn, the forced eviction of an entire village and flooded to create a freshwater reserve for Liverpool in 1965; Llanwddyn, flooded in 1888 to also create a reservoir for Liverpool; Temperance Town (destroyed in the 1930s to build a bus station), Newtown and Tiger Bay just three of the lost districts of Cardiff.
Why are there not black holes the size of a village for every lost or abandoned community?
Johnny loved hearing what was happening in the town, and there is never a dull moment. Some of his most memorable stories include a brawl in the Half Moon on New Year’s Eve one year, a new fireworks shop opening in town, a young writer from the area had received a book deal, a few kids had been arrested in relation to the Park Church Fire.
William felt no jealousy, no bitterness nor rejection, watching the journalist write his notes and ask Nia for quotes. For the first time that summer he felt like something had happened to him, something that he could write about.—I wish your grandfather was here to see this, William. He would have loved the community coming together like this.