And the Gods looked down on Endland (sic) and tbh they were pretty unhappy how it turned out
Endland is a sort of England. As the back of this book declares:
In Endland, nothing is stable. Its world is one of empty tower blocks, 24-hour cyber cafes and bomb sites. Landscapes haunted by Thatcher, Brexit, folktales and science fiction are populated by a motley collection of misfits, wanderers and charmed drunks. A comical and brutal weave of parables gone wrong, Endland holds a broken mirror to England.”
This is a collection of short stories that are linked by being episodes about life in the bizarre country of Endland. “About Lisa” is the opening story and is about a girl who works in a chip shop. “Shame of Shane”, the second story, is about a mad biker. These are the first two stories and they sound sort of normal when put like that. But they are not normal. Lisa’s sister is murdered and she takes revenge on the man she thinks is the killer and this triggers chaos in her own life (The ways of the Gods are mysterious tho.). In Shane’s story, the king of Endland decides to decimalise time and Shane is one of the unfortunates who loses his birthday in the process which means that he simply stops aging.
These are surreal stories. One of them, The Chapter, is a 12-page list of names of people belonging to or associated with a biker gang. The author explains in a note at the end of the book that this list is ongoing having started in 2001 and gradually grown over the years. Of this story, the author writes:
It takes a different approach than the other pieces here, but its core device - vivid minimal information which invites or obliges the reader to build fiction - is at the heart of the book
As I was reading the book, I got to roughly the halfway point and thought something had changed. The stories seemed a bit different, there were suddenly multiple references to Brexit, Trump, Johnson etc.. But there was no break in the book to indicate a new section. I looked back to the contents page and there was, indeed, a break indicated between two of the stories even though nothing marked that in the main text. Reading the note at the end of the book makes it clear that we are reading two sets of stories. The first group have already been published back in 1999. The second group has evolved since then with many of them being much more recent. When you know this, the changes become more understandable.
I wasn’t completely convinced by the collection. Etchells is a performance artist (the artistic director of Forced Entertainment, an experimental performance company founded in 1984) and many of these pieces began life as commissions for performances. It is hard to escape the feeling that a lot of these stories would work better when read out loud, when performed, rather than when read in your head from the comfort of an armchair. There is a lot of humour. The comedy is often by means of crazy names (the gods Codswallop and Meth Head, the people Crude Laverne and Great Uncle Dole Man - these examples selected by opening the book at random and there are literally hundreds more), or famous names re-appropriated so that the person you associate with that name suddenly appears in your mind’s eye in the wrong context. It’s the kind of thing you image a crowd laughing uproariously at when it is part of a performance but I am not sure it works so well when written down and read silently. The book also has a cavalier (deliberately so) approach to grammar and spelling with a lot of shorthand: large parts of the text give the impression of notes written down in a hurry or by someone more accustomed to slang (so obviously becomes obvs, once become 1ce, didn’t becomes dint and couldn’t becomes something I can’t really write here). The spelling of a character’s name often changes several times through the course of a story, again suggesting someone writing at speed and not looking for consistency. I was willing to go with both the humour and the language for a while, but I did find it started to grate as I progressed through the book. Again, seeing the pcs performed and hearing them individerlly wld probs be a hole diff kettle of fish.