Behindlings
The second book in the Thames Gateway trilogy. Set on Canvey Island in Essex. If Essex is the butt of many jokes and looked down on by all of England, then Canvey holds that position for the rest of Essex.
It is an island that hovers at the "just above sea level" mark. There is now a massive Flood Wall that rings the island, adding to that separate-ness which is at the heart of everything in Canvey and Essex in general.
Basically it's a dump, it's at the top of all the bad lists and at the bottom of all the good lists. It's UKIP Heartland (racism, xenophobia, and more)
If they had a motto it would be "Fuck You" and underneath that someone would have graffitied: "and the horse you rode into town on".
There's a story from Roman history about their arrival in England. They sailed up the River Thames and when they saw a settlement they pulled and introduced themselves along the lines of:
"We are the famous Romans, we bring wine, peace and stability to all you good people in return for abject slavery."
The two groups faced each other, then one of the locals looked at one of the Romans and said, "Who are you looking at cunt? I'll come and smash your fucking face in, cunt".
The Roman leader then tried to mediate and was told to "Shut the fuck up and piss off you cunt".
The Romans, having never experienced anything quite like that, got back in their boats and continued up the Thames to London where their introduction was greeted by thunderous applause. Roman history records the people of Essex as disagreeable and unfriendly.
Here's a Poem by John Davison called Cantankerous Canvey.
In Canvey Island we like hard rock
And we all know our genders,
We hate them Mods from Basildon,
And we’re not keen on Southenders.
We don’t do ambiguity,
We seek out parties every night,
If you’re a chav from Chelmsford town, we’d beat you in a fight.
The fancy folk of Wivenhoe
They hardly know their neighbours,
But Canvey’s far more communal -
We do each uvva favours.
They know their sea defences
And the rhythm of the tides.
They’re handy at the carnival, they’re operating rides.
We don’t support designer drugs
We’ll confiscate syringes
Wear high heels on our dance floors -
A minimum free inches.
Crêches and casinos
Will stay open through the night.
And you can say goodbye to road tax if your van is painted white.
If you ride a bike on pavements
Or cause a small collision,
We’ll sentence you to fourteen nights
Of pub door supervision.
We hope to sign a trade deal
With the tiny Isle of Arran,
So if you’re fond of shepherd’s pie, please contact Wayne or Sharon.
Give us twenty years or so
And Canvey will be heaven,
We won’t miss high speed railways
Or the flippin’ Em eleven.
In our new republic
We’ll have no time for schemers,
They’ll be a tax on foreign motors, excepting “Mercs” and “Beamers”.
All that is to give you some idea of where the story is set, Canvey is so ripe , or umarriedly pregnant with potential storylines.
And so to the book. I did and didn't like it. It was set on Canvey but it does nothing for Canvey. Unlike Lord Of The Rings, no-one will be running Behindlings Tours.
It's well written and has its moments but I felt it could have been better. It was a bit of a pastiche not only on Canvey but also on the characters, they came across a bit light when some of them had good stories or good parts in the main story but they were just not developed.
Also, I think some of it was gratuitous only because of where it was set. No-one in Oxford vomits nonchalantly in their bedroom.
The story could have been set anywhere and it would have worked, as a story it stands in its own right but I feel setting it in Canvey has cheapened it and everyone in it.
I guarantee no-one in Canvey will ever read it.
A disappointment after the first book but I still have one to go.