BISLEY AUTHORS
In his famous and highly-recommended book on writing, called (with an uncharacteristic failure of imagination, but an entirely consistent clarity, On Writing), Stephen King advises would-be novelists to avoid the distractions of beauty.
Stick your desk in the corner of a room and face a blank wall, he says, lest ye be thrown off course by a pretty view.
On that basis, The Cotswolds should not be a particularly promising place in which to attempt this career.
Clearly, many authors have not read On Writing.
Laurie Lee grew up a couple of miles west of Bisley at Slad; Ian McEwan lives a couple of miles to the east at Sudgrove. George Orwell finished writing Nineteen Eighty-Four while being treated, unsuccessfully, for tuberculosis at the Cotswold Sanatorium for Consumption in Cranham, three or four miles to the north.
Bisley itself is home to one very famous author and several others with aspirations.
Stick your desk in the corner of a room and face a blank wall, he says, lest ye be thrown off course by a pretty view.
On that basis, The Cotswolds should not be a particularly promising place in which to attempt this career.
Clearly, many authors have not read On Writing.
Laurie Lee grew up a couple of miles west of Bisley at Slad; Ian McEwan lives a couple of miles to the east at Sudgrove. George Orwell finished writing Nineteen Eighty-Four while being treated, unsuccessfully, for tuberculosis at the Cotswold Sanatorium for Consumption in Cranham, three or four miles to the north.
Bisley itself is home to one very famous author and several others with aspirations.
