It was a relief to get this one finished in order to find out how it ended. There was a growing sense of foreboding throughout. It’s set in the 1970s in Yorkshire, about 3 girls in their early twenties, who went to art school together, in Sheffield if I followed it right. 2 of them are now on teacher training, the other, Toto (a nickname from her surname, Toton) is on the dole, helping out at an alternative school and basically losing herself in drugs, parties and hitchhiking. Jo, a lass from Doncaster, is married to Hank, a Sheffield steel worker (these being the days when it wasn’t quite as acceptable to live together unmarried of course) and Nel, a Scottish girl, is in a not-so-wonderful relationship with Simon, an artistic narcissist.
So mostly the story is about their conversations, parties and figuring themselves out in Yorkshire. And reading this as an old bag of 40, I do see how incredibly young and clueless they are, even though they think they’re street wise and know-it-all, moving into very cheap digs into the roughest part of Leeds (they get to live opposite a brothel), smoking away and doing drugs. But they’re so clueless and easily manipulated. Which is the first point of worry, as in the background we see newspaper clippings of girls that have disappeared, stories of missing girls that end up dead, strangled bodies found discarded. This is the time of the Yorkshire Ripper, but in Morgan’s book I don’t think he’s referenced, instead she has the Wests creeping about in the background. I hadn’t really thought about them being about in the 1970s. I wasn’t alive then, but I do remember them being caught and the scandal of what was dug up in their garden being on the news. So they went on for a horrifically long time getting away with it. I actually first found out about this book via an interview with Sally J Morgan. She mentioned that she used to hitchhike, and remembers turning down a lift from a rather creepy couple. Those moments that can change a life. Her horror when she saw them on the news years later and realised she’d turned down a lift from the Wests.
It also shows the accepted abuse of women in the 1970s. I mean, consider that rape wasn’t even a crime in the UK at that time if you were married. And we see women being spoken down to, groped and abused, and somehow, it feels as though it’s taken as their lot. The abuse Nel puts up with is awful. Then you have a borderline creepy couple, almost like the legal, non-murdering version of the Wests, who Toto gets involved with. She has an affair with the wife, Callie, who is basically doing it to get back at her unfaithful husband. She is intensely possessive and controlling of Toto, keeping her away from her friends, even hiding her boots so she has no footwear in which to leave the house, throwing out her clothes and giving her new ones as to recreate her. And there’s the sadistic sex with strangulation. How far does all this go before it’s not a preference but a crime? Given that this is the 70s, it does feel like a much greyer zone in regards to women’s rights. And then of course there’s the rough part of Leeds that they stop in, where any woman around there is assumed to be a prostitute, and seeing the signs of abuse on the prostitutes from across the road, inflicted by the pimp. Always the violence and the repression in many of the “relationships”, always women submitting. This is what I mean about the underlying creepiness that builds throughout the book and makes you tense: how is Morgan going to end the hitchhiking adventures of Toto?