Postcard From The Past

Postcard From The Past
Tom Jackson
WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY MARK HADDONIn Postcard From The Past, Tom Jackson has gathered a collection of the funniest, weirdest and most moving real messages from the backs of old postcards.‘Sublimely funny’ Jason Hazeley, author of the Ladybird Books for Grown Ups‘My favourite Twitter account is now my favourite book. Irresistible!’ Jill Mansell‘This book is an absolute treat’ Holly Walsh‘Transfixing, beguiling, warmly haunting. These are the ghosts of a childhood’ Robin Ince‘A hilarious and occasionally disturbing look at how the British remain resolutely small-minded wherever they go’ Charlie Higson‘Six by four inch portions of pure heaven’ Rachel Johnson‘Somehow both poignant and deeply creepy’ Samira Ahmed‘One of Twitter’s most nourishing concepts – each one arriving like a bonsai Alan Bennett play’ Danny Baker‘Beautiful. Inspiring. Educational. Hilarious’ Emma Freud‘One of the saddest and funniest picture books you're ever likely to read’ Owen Hatherley, author of The Ministry of Nostalgia‘Hilarious, haunting, silly, poetic and profound’ Danny Wallace‘A book of rare and genuine beauty’ James O’Brien, LBC





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POSTCARD FROM THE PAST
‘Resurrecting these postcards, relics of forgotten times and forgotten holidays, was the simplest and most brilliant idea. Tom Jackson combines the images with just a few of the words scribbled on the back, and his eye for the choice sentence, the perfect phrase, is miraculous. Thanks to his assiduous, obsessive work as collector and curator, each one of these postcards becomes a poem, a short story, an elegy for lost England, a work of art’
JONATHAN COE


Yesterday I caught 3 of my fingers in the car door.

CONTENTS
Cover (#u9e8ed4ce-52ab-5c6b-aa41-db830ec77d7c)
Title Page (#u7de0e4ab-5772-5e6a-8d75-ac93ccde2453)
Copyright (#ulink_caea89f6-5b84-5577-aeb9-8ed781e8c383)
Introduction (#ulink_f8352eb4-d365-5678-b59e-5cbb6f747199)
The Postcards (#litres_trial_promo)
Postcard Locations (#litres_trial_promo)
Postcard Publishers (#litres_trial_promo)
Thanks (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

INTRODUCTION (#ulink_e8c03259-a94e-530a-810e-9cadbc499f51)
Every summer during the late sixties and early seventies my sister and I had two week-long holidays away from our home in Northampton. We spent the first with our paternal grandparents at a boarding house in Brighton where we rented deckchairs, played shove-ha’penny on the pier, ate 99s with extra sprinkles, rode the model steam train to Hove and marvelled at the stuffed puppies, kittens and squirrels dressed up to the nines and arranged in dramatic tableaux under glass in Walter Potter’s museum of taxidermy under the pier.
We spent the second week with our parents staying at a hotel in Spain, Portugal or Menorca. We swam in the pool, got sunburnt and were confined to the games room for the following day. We ate prawn cocktails and black forest gateau, got diarrhoea and blamed it on ‘foreign plumbing’. Occasionally we took hot, dusty rides around the nearby town in a cart pulled by a sad donkey. We went to a Roman amphitheatre once, though Mum remained behind reading David Niven’s The Moon’s a Balloon under an umbrella by the pool. We returned to Gatwick or Luton airport in a bumpy little plane with my sister throwing up pretty much the whole way, taken aback always by the deep green of the English countryside. We arrived home to an overgrown lawn and an avalanche of post which made it hard to open the front door.
These cards are archaeological relics of that lost world, a world whose colours were somehow both drab and oversaturated at the same time. A radiant, atom-powered future loomed over the horizon but the ghost of rationing lingered. Foreign travel might be enjoyable in small doses but going beyond the Mediterranean was the preserve of genuine adventurers. You might, of course, travel to Australia to visit your emigrant in-laws but it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience which you relived annually when you got out the projector and put on a slideshow of the snaps you took while Down Under.
TV reception depended on the weather and breathable waterproof fabrics had not been invented. People smoked like chimneys and had gnomes in their gardens. Cars broke down all the time but most self-respecting men liked nothing better than getting the bonnet up and having a crack at fixing them. Phones were immobile and if Mr and Mrs Patterson and their children went on holiday to the Algarve they would be incommunicado for a fortnight. If Mr Patterson’s sister became dangerously ill during this time a sober announcement might be made at the end of the news on the World Service asking the family to get in touch.
It was a time of stoicism and small pleasures – a decent ham and mustard sandwich, a well-hoovered B & B, a clear day. You were allowed to moan but excessive emotion of any kind was frowned upon outside a football ground. Hats remained popular among people of middle age and only sailors had tattoos.
Until recently I thought of these things as amusing at best and embarrassing at worst. Ice cream wafers and It’s a Knockout seemed to go hand-in-hand with the most terrible opinions about anyone who wasn’t a well-spoken white man in a sports jacket. No blacks, no Irish, no gypsies.
I wonder now if the baby wasn’t thrown out with the bathwater. In a culture where we are constantly exhorted to earn more, to buy more, to travel more, where we eat sugar snap peas from New Zealand and decorate the table with roses from Ethiopia, where we take our jumpers off and crank the heating up while the polar ice cap melts, where minor celebrities eat raw camel nipples on television in an effort to become slightly less minor celebrities and animals are dying off at the rate of thirty species a day I’m growing increasingly nostalgic for Sunday closing and the deckchair.

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Postcard From The Past Tom Jackson
Postcard From The Past

Tom Jackson

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Язык: на английском языке

Издательство: HarperCollins

Дата публикации: 16.04.2024

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О книге: WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY MARK HADDONIn Postcard From The Past, Tom Jackson has gathered a collection of the funniest, weirdest and most moving real messages from the backs of old postcards.‘Sublimely funny’ Jason Hazeley, author of the Ladybird Books for Grown Ups‘My favourite Twitter account is now my favourite book. Irresistible!’ Jill Mansell‘This book is an absolute treat’ Holly Walsh‘Transfixing, beguiling, warmly haunting. These are the ghosts of a childhood’ Robin Ince‘A hilarious and occasionally disturbing look at how the British remain resolutely small-minded wherever they go’ Charlie Higson‘Six by four inch portions of pure heaven’ Rachel Johnson‘Somehow both poignant and deeply creepy’ Samira Ahmed‘One of Twitter’s most nourishing concepts – each one arriving like a bonsai Alan Bennett play’ Danny Baker‘Beautiful. Inspiring. Educational. Hilarious’ Emma Freud‘One of the saddest and funniest picture books you′re ever likely to read’ Owen Hatherley, author of The Ministry of Nostalgia‘Hilarious, haunting, silly, poetic and profound’ Danny Wallace‘A book of rare and genuine beauty’ James O’Brien, LBC

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