by Andrew Martin
Not going to finish this - a shame, because trains! Meticulously detailed trains and train labour in the late Victorian period, which is delightful. Unfortunately, that's it. It's just totally incoherent otherwise. I haven't the foggiest clue what is going on, how our totally boring hero suddenly de...
Having read and enjoyed some of Andrew Martins non fiction books I thought that I would give one of his fictions books a go. That and we used to live near Brookwood cemetery, so had an interest there as well.It is written in the first person, and whilst I don't mind this way of writing a story, this...
mmm. Frankly a bit odd. narrated in the first person by Jim Stringer, a Yorkshire Butcher's boy who would really rather be an engine driver. Gets himself an opportunity to work at a london engine shed and spends most of the rest of the book being a complete idiot, and trying not to get killed. Has a...
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