Literary Mentions
You would, of course, expect the world's greatest detective, Sherlock Holmes, to know all about Swindon.
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's sleuth certainly knew his railway timetable, as he demonstrated in
The Boscombe Valley Mystery:
"No, sir, I shall approach this case from the point of view that what this young man says is true, and we shall see whither that hypothesis will lead us. And now here is my pocket Petrarch, and not another word shall I say of this case until we are on the scene of action. We lunch at Swindon, and I see that we shall be there in twenty minutes."
It is a moving crossover book narrated by a 15-year-old with autism who sets out to solve the mysterious death of a neighbour's dog in the tradition of Sherlock Holmes.
Along the way he encounters the mystery of other people and his adventures in Swindon town centre and railway station turn his whole world upside down.
For the hundreds of thousands who have already enjoyed the books by author, Jasper Fforde, she is a cult hero in literary circles where each new instalmant in her adventures is more eagerly awaited than Harry Potter. For those who haven't, she is a literary detective set in Swindon in a parallel universe where books are more popular than football, history is not as we know it, reconstituted dodos roam the parks, mammoths ruin your flower beds, and where Thursday Next has to save the world.
But our best connection has to be through the Eye's brilliant compilation of gaffes and goofs perpetrated by sports commentators and personalities - the hilarious 'Colemanballs'.
When it comes to verbal slip up and horrendous mixed metaphors, our boys, past and present, at Swindon Town football club just keep coming up with some absolute gems. Keep 'em coming lads!
Booker Prize winning author Bernice Rubens mentions Swindon in her novel Yesterday In The Back Lane, which is set in Cardiff. The heroine is assaulted but kills her assailant. Later, determined to hold on to her virginity, she ditches her groom on the morning of her wedding and runs away from Cardiff. She jumps on the first bus to leave:
I was glad to see the conductor making his ticket- collecting way to the back of the bus. It would give me
something else to think about.
When he reached my place, he asked if I had a ticket. I
shook my head. 'Where does this bus go?' I said. He
looked at me with a certain pity.
'Swindon,' he said.
I'd no idea where Swindon was, but it was a place with a name that was not Cardiff.
'That'll do,' I said. 'How much?'
'Single or return?'
Single. Most certainly. I had no intention of ever going back. 'Four pounds two and sixpence,' he said, and I wondered whether Swindon was in Wales. |
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