Saturday Night and Sunday Morning by Alan SillitoeNottingham in the fifties : an exuberant, cynical and poetic slice of the times. Sillitoe himself, who died in , had left school at 14, and failed to get into a grammar school — despite the fact that as the adult man would prove, he was fiercely intelligent, with a ferociously enquiring mind, and deeply thinking. Saturday Night and Sunday morning is the story of a deeply flawed, often unlikeable, mendacious young man of extreme charm and more self-reflective depth than his heavily boozing, serially philandering and enjoying of fisticuffs would indicate. Arthur Seaton, 21, works in a bicycle factory as did Sillitoe himself, aged 14, and his father before him. He both hates and despises the daily grind of the factory, and prides himself on his manual skills — and the ability to outwit the bosses and the time-and-motion-study piecework rate organisers. He has a good friendship with an older man working in the same factory. Nor does that passionate affair prevent him from simultaneously embarking on another affair with a second married woman, and risking the safety and reputation of the two women, who know each other, and have a theoretical loyalty to each other.
Alan Sillitoe – Saturday Night and Sunday Morning
Sillitoe and his friends had lived within about feet of the Raleigh factory. Maybe there's a metaphor at work about being brought into the light of reason or being enlightened. They were merely incidents, yet fitted well into the novel because they either concerned one character - Arthur Seaton - or centred around one city and one family. For the third time he demanded a pint.
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Saturday Night and Sunday Morning is the first novel by British author Alan Sillitoe and won the Author's Club First Novel Award.
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No one was more surprised by its success than I was, not even the reviewers and critics. I wrote the final version in Majorca, in , but many of the chapters and various parts of it had been composed from onwards, so that it was in progress for seven years before the final typed version was sent to London. Some of the chapters were originally written as short stories, a few of which were sent to magazines, but not accepted. One or two items in the novel including the reflections while fishing by the canal bank on Sunday morning were written as poems. They were merely incidents, yet fitted well into the novel because they either concerned one character — Arthur Seaton — or centred around one city and one family. These sketches and stories have been lost, because in moving from one pan of Spain to another during those indigent years of apprenticeship I could not take into my suitcases the monstrous amount of paper that was constantly accumulating.