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Brian Aldiss, OBE, is a fiction and science fiction writer, poet, playwright, critic, memoirist and artist. He was born in Norfolk in 1925. After leaving the army, Aldiss worked as a bookseller, which provided the setting for his first book, The Brightfount Diaries (1955). His first published science fiction work was the story ‘Criminal Record’, which appeared in Science Fantasy in 1954. Since then he has written nearly 100 books and over 300 short stories, many of which are being reissued as part of The Brian Aldiss Collection.
Several of Aldiss’ books have been adapted for the cinema; his story ‘Supertoys Last All Summer Long’ was adapted and released as the film AI in 2001. Besides his own writing, Brian has edited numerous anthologies of science fiction and fantasy stories, as well as the magazine SF Horizons.
Aldiss is a vice-president of the international H. G. Wells Society and in 2000 was given the Damon Knight Memorial Grand Master Award by the Science Fiction Writers of America. Aldiss was awarded the OBE for services to literature in 2005. He now lives in Oxford, the city in which his bookselling career began in 1947.
Brian Aldiss
Forgotten Life
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Cover
Forgotten Life
Title Page
Dedication
Epigraph
Introduction
Book One
Angel
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It was almost roses, roses, all the way. The fans…
2
Clement Winter left home shortly after nine the next morning,…
3
Clement folded Ellen’s letters carefully back into their envelopes and…
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Clement sat over his brother’s old exercise book for a…
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The past immediately becomes history. Even yesterday has undergone a…
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About a mile from my billet, in a modest side…
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There was at that time a song very popular in…
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The crate of film was dumped in the foyer of…
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Clement shaved in mild good humour. He had no objection…
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And so I found myself, helpless, with a little kaleidoscope…
Book Two
Anima
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‘You have been a bit absent-minded since we got home,…
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Sheila was sympathetic.
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When Clement awoke next morning, Sheila had already left the…
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Sheila, her husband, and his brother dined together in the…
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An old moon was waning above the roof-tops of North…
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Clement entered the hallway of his house to find a…
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Clement’s night was a restless one. Often he imagined Sheila,…
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Inset in the front door of the house in Rawlinson…
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Copyright
About the Publisher
Epigraph
He walked; all round the slumb’ring Glade
Shone the SUBLIME. Through elm and birch
Old cottages led to the Church
While winding Stour a sail display’d
By many a sunlit mound and bend.
But on goes he with inward muse,
And still the DARKNESS him pursues;
He murmurs, ‘Stay, I have no Friend,
No Love, no ABSOLUTION claimed,
And all that IS is ever maimed.’
‘The Calm’ from
A Summer Stroll Through Parts of Suffolk
William Westlake, 1801
Of all persons, those in distress stand most in need of our good offices. And, for that reason, the Author of nature hath planted in the breast of every human creature a powerful advocate to plead their cause.
In man, and in some other animals, there are signs of distress, which nature hath both taught them to use, and taught all men to understand without any interpreter. These natural signs are more eloquent than language; they move our hearts, and produce a sympathy, and a desire to give relief.
There are few hearts so hard, but great distress will conquer their anger, their indignation, and every malevolent affection.
Essays on the Power of the Mind
Thomas Reid, Edinburgh, 1820
Lo, how it guards the son from War’s alarm,
The loving Shelter of a Mother’s arms;
Snatch him too young away and count the Cost,
A tortured Spirit, rostered with the Lost.
from ‘Miss Montagu’s Portrait’
William Westlake, 1790
Forgotten Life opens in razzmatazz style, with American fans of Green Mouth’s ‘Kerinth’ novels seeing her off at JFK airport as she prepares to fly back to Britain.
On the flight, she slowly becomes Sheila Winter again, wife of Clement Winter. She has travelled around the States for twenty-three days, signed many of the 1.5 million copies of her latest book, given a two-hour-long speech, gone without sleep, lived on pills, and more than once had had sexual intercourse with her Hispanic New York editor.
When the Winters are home and secure in their large Victorian house in North Oxford, Sheila falls asleep in a chair. Clement goes upstairs to his study, and it is then we come to the heart of the book.
This volume shows the division between the well-established Oxford don, Clement Winter, living in Rawlinson Road, Oxford, and his footloose elder brother, Joseph Winter, who has just died. Clement is finishing his work on Adaptability: Private Lives in Public Wars. He works from his home and from Carisbrooke, his college. He is a qualified analytical psychologist.
Now he must do something about his dead brother’s relics.
One thing I hoped to emphasise was the inevitable divide that existed between those who went through World War II and those who did not - even if the two were brothers.
Joseph, the older brother, had fought the Japanese in Burma in 1944. He wrote letters, not to Clem but to their sister, Ellen. Some of those letters, worn by time, have found their way into Clement’s hands.
In them, Joseph speaks of the fighting. He speaks too of a deserters’ camp in Calcutta, where men lived in squalor, existing by thieving from other army units, rather than facing the terrors raised by the Japanese Imperial Army.
A substantial part of Forgotten Life is taken up by Joe’s efforts to record the fighting in Burma, where he formed part of the ‘Forgotten Army’ – a label claimed at the time, which remains even now – as well as his search for the house where he and a Chinese woman had become lovers. Baffled, Joe cannot decide if he had ever found that house. Time, as Joe has to come to admit, brings change. The quiet little town in Sumatra he knew in the old days becomes a roaring and confused city. It proves futile to search for the past.
One might call the plot-line simple; the characters are more complex. There is a time in life when the two brothers are together again, and Joe his sardonic self. But the few years’ difference between them proves too much: Joe fought in a war, on the other side of the globe; Clem did not. Many families made this discovery. Perhaps it is what made the novel popular.
Brian Aldiss
Oxford, 2012
BOOK ONE
It was almost roses, roses, all the way. The fans kept on laughing and joking, even into the asperities of JFK Airport.
SPEAK TO US GREEN MOUTH, cried their noble banners, in priceless fan embroidery, too overwhelmed to give punctuation a single hemstiched thought.
RAZZMATAZZ FOR TAZZ.
‘Don’t leave us! We’ll make ya President!’
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