Iz lyka novel!
Do you ever have that experience of hearing about, or even being in, a real-life experience, and thinking that it could be a novel? Even, a novel by a particular author or in a particular genre?
I had one of those recently. In the course of my professional activities I encountered the endeavour to set up an organisation to preserve and promote the work of someone with innovative ideas and praxis, who was not exactly maverick but a bit marginal to the relevant mainstream.
This person had gained significant support and patronage from a few extremely wealthy and well-connected people.
Who, however, most but not all of them, could not stand person's partner.
Along comes another person extremely anxious to put themself forward as the chair and administrator of the organisation, and talks a big game.
There is something just a bit off about this latter person.
Innovator person's partner investigates. Latter person turns out to be claiming a military rank they did not achieve, and to have various other documented dodginesses in their past.
Organisation is set up, with Innovator's Partner in charge.
And I was all, wow, this is Unwritten Novel by Angus Wilson.
Way back in my earlier years at my place of work, one thing that often got mooted over drinkies on social occasions was that, in those days, it could have been the setting for an early period P. D. James. We could all name the corpse, and where it would found, as well.
Surely not just me?
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