100 Little Pleasures - Wood, William
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This delightful anecdotal collection of cameos around the world, told with wry humour and a gentle, sometimes quirky style slightly reminiscent of a bygone era, contains a mixture of description and observation, with a smattering of autobiographical incident. William Wood has lived in many places of the world, is well travelled and well written, with a keen sense of enjoyment of what he sees and experiences, and a talent for bringing that visually to the mind of his reader. The short, usually self-contained pieces make wonderful cameos both for those who do their reading in snatches, and those…mehr

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This delightful anecdotal collection of cameos around the world, told with wry humour and a gentle, sometimes quirky style slightly reminiscent of a bygone era, contains a mixture of description and observation, with a smattering of autobiographical incident. William Wood has lived in many places of the world, is well travelled and well written, with a keen sense of enjoyment of what he sees and experiences, and a talent for bringing that visually to the mind of his reader. The short, usually self-contained pieces make wonderful cameos both for those who do their reading in snatches, and those who will want to devour his stories in one sitting. William Wood has led a nomadic life and his friends and relatives are far flung. He now lives and writes in Sussex and when he can get away he likes visiting his children in France, Rutland and Cumbria, or his in-laws in Norway and Slovakia. The diaries he keeps on these visits occasionally give him local colour and ideas for his stories. If he ever makes money from his writing he intends visiting old haunts in Africa, India and Australia - or even pastures new. In addition to his Little Book of Pleasures, William writes journalistic articles. He has had stories on the BBC World Service, and contributed to a variety of magazines and anthologies. He has also always written poems; they are, he says, "something that has to be squeezed out like a boil to give me relief". At university William wrote and directed his own plays, and later worked with amateur groups in Norway. Most often he writes short stories and novels; his first remains unpublished (as, he says, all first novels should be). His first published book was No Time (Babash/Ryan, 2003). Set in South Sudan, it predicted the independence of the south nearly two decades in advance. His next novel, Passing Wind, was shortlisted for an Amazon prize.
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Brought up on the Kent/Sussex border, William knew continental Europe better than the U.K. To remedy this he chose to study at Nottingham University, associating it with Robin Hood. He then emigrated to Australia as a 'ten pound Pom' and took a further degree at the then new University of Monash in Melbourne. Subsequently he spent his working life as a nomad moving between Africa, India and Europe. William now lives in Cumbria. He has written plays, stories and poetry for as long as he can remember and he likes to explore language and languages. He prefers the wilderness to the city but requires a fix of theatre and gallery from time to time. Many of his short stories and poems have been published in the small press. An anthology, Stories for Sale (Circaidy Gregory Press), is available as a paperback. He has published several novels. His first, No Time For Poetry, is out of print but still available as an e-book. Another book, Some of Them Were Human, is a fond satire of life in Brussels. More recently, dismayed by the folly of Brexit, he has written his latest novel in French and it is due out shortly. William still likes to travel, visiting children and grandchildren in France and Spain and in-laws in Norway, not to mention those in England and now a little bit nearer. williamwoodswords.wordpress.com