Travelling Across The Globe

Long-short stories from around the world

Just to remind you, dear prospective friends – all my long-short stories that have come out in one publication or another since 1990, which I am now inviting you to hear me narrate as audiobooks, drawn upon my own experience and mental exploration during a long life which has taken me to many regions of the world and into close observation and acquaintance with my fellow men, a life lived to the hilt.

Some stories interweave one strand of event or experience with another, or an inner strand with an outer; some borrow a figure from one part of my life to play role with another … such that, in the recalling, I can no longer distinguish what is strict record of actuality from my invention summoned to make a story speak its own truth.

The Tether of the Flesh

This story is set in the rambling town of Goma and its vicinity on the shore of the beautiful Lake Kivu in highland eastern Congo, in the 1970s period of unrelenting civil strife between ethnic factions and what passed as national governance from the ex-colony’s remote capital. The last of the white missionaries were still present. On this story Rowan Williams has spoken out: I was tremendously moved.

Boredom or, The Yellow Trousers

The Lord Thackeray, a ladies’ man,lived for his conquests and earned his money in the oil-rich Arab states of the Persian Gulf by his lofty breeding, infectious charm, and natural cunning, working for a famous (or infamous) investigative agency that claims to know just where the real sources of power lay and where duplicity hides the truth. But growing bored, he spiked his vanity with a new pair of trousers sold him by a Palestinian refugee in Al Khobar, a torture victim of Mossad and consequently childless.

The Lost Poem

Ski-ing with his family in the Alpine resort of Val d’Isère, a backbench Tory MP on holiday encounters a fellow officer from his long buried past, when just out of his teens he was serving a lonely year in the Brigade of Guards in the post-war Malayan campaign, casting himself a poet of lofty aspiration. In later life, his scramble for recognition as a wordy politician, and with his first wife replaced by an ambitious competitor, has killed off the youthful dreamer, to whom a particular poem of spontaneous immediacy had momentarily become  the template of the person his soul awaited: fifty spontaneous lines his re-encountered fellow Guardsman had capriciously bereft him of forever.

The Swap

The obsessive life of an office-burdened Londoner, living his narrow and routine daily existence, is focused by this diarist not – he supposes – on his wife but upon his dog. His sanity depends upon that relationship and its imaginary ramifications  –  a relationship which begins to crumble, as he himself records, with devastating acceleration.

Golden Rain

In Wahhabist Arabia, where alcohol is outlawed, secret drinking is rife … as with the weekend ritual inebriation of two English expatriates in the country’s oil-rich eastern province, assuaging their homesickness. Vice of a greater judicial magnitude, whose penalty is death by stoning, is prostitution. When the two such perpetrations collide, blind tragedy can ensue.

The Same Old Story

Extra-marital passion takes its toll among the landed gentry to rapier the heart of the guilty, as Josie learns to her dismay, no less than the blameless. And can it leave such a wound that the intensity and inventive genius of an Indian sitarist in Bombay hasn’t the power to reopen?

Dear John

When a British consul’s prospects for advancement hang upon the judicial fate of a Scottish foreman’s wild response, in a remote Saudi Arabia, to news of his wife’s quittance, forces of complex cultural incompatibility at once came into play. To the solution painstakingly attained, the alternative penalty could prove devastating.

Mary’s Visit

We are not to be squeamish as to the ruthlessness of  bureaucratic power, as Kafka knew prior to the Great War at the heart of Europe’s then federal empire. Ninety years later a new sullen federal Eurocracy, incorporating Britain, was in the making, based in Brussels, that brooked no subversion. Its parliament had decreed that Europe’s prisons should be vaster but fewer; and legislated capability to contain, if not stifle, ideological opponents upholding the sanctity of ethnicity, was at work.  One such silenced opponent was Mary’s imprisoned lover.

Grief or, The Lost Soul

Expatriate communities, not least of English stock, at work in various “emerging” foreign lands, take care of their own kind. Yet Dickie, widowed of his beloved helpmeet amid his fellow expatrites in Riyadh, needed further endorsement as to where he truly belonged. Bastardy comes surely not as the bastard’s sin, yet could still be irredeemable.

Lian Chernobyl

In 1987 Soviet Russia’s Ukraine-based nuclear power station blew up with devastating local consequences and blights upon the environment in regions as far-flung as north Wales, whose sheep farming economy was deemed contaminated. Were the highland Welsh themselves likewise blighted, such as Mair, the treasured wife of the regional champion of Welsh identity, the shepherd Idris? In this novella the untold agony is laid bare.