The Loneliness of the Long-Distance Runner has ratings and reviews. Evan said: I didn’t like him trying to accuse me of something he wasn’t su. A guide to The Loneliness of the Long-Distance Runner. This guide It may also be helpful to the general reader who is interested in the stories of Alan Sillitoe. “The Loneliness of the Long-Distance Runner,” by Alan Sillitoe, was first published in It is a first-person monologue spoken by a year-old inmate of an.

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Change the font to a size you can read at a distance say 72 point and look at the screen while you speak. Ernest was calculating how many yards of rexine would be needed to cover the job he was to do that afternoon, but when the younger girl began speaking he listened to her, hardly aware that he was doing so. Especially for a writer who’s acclaimed for giving sillifoe to working-class protagonists who usually get ignored in british lit, it seems like he doesn’t have a lot of sympathy for his own creations.

It’s like me rushing up to thump a man and snatch the coat off his back when, suddenly, I pull up because he whips out a knife and lifts it to stick me like a pig if I come too close.

He stood a little to the side of the door, either because it was less wet there, or because he wanted to see me from a different angle, perhaps having found it monotonous to watch a bloke’s face always telling lies from the same side.

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I’d seen him before: But the remaining four stories are less worthy, although I thought only one of them to be less than rjnner one in which Sillitoe is far too heavy-handed in his indictment of conventional authority.

And after the holidays more Bullivants would move up into his classroom from the scholastic escalator. He began spending all his money to buy them presents, so that he was often in debt at his lodgings. We learn that Smith, the narrator, is in borstal, but we must wait until we reach Part Two to discover why he is there.


No pink scar marked his flesh from shell-shock and a jolted brain, and so what had happened in the war warranted no pension book, and even to him the word ‘injury’ never came into his lonelinesw.

Until then I’m a long-distance runner, crossing country all on my own no matter how bad it feels.

However, looking back on his actions, he has no regrets. The responsibility would be no longer his, once they were packed away with the turned pages of his register into another, more incorrigible annexe than the enclave of jungle he ruled for his living. World War II is approaching, but the “war” Sillitoe’s folks are more preoccupied with is the class war between the haves and the have nots, or the “In-law blokes” versus the “Out-law blokes”.

And he still had to deal yhe the present class before they went to geography at long-disatnce o’clock.

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Knot yourself up on that piece of tape. I al- ways slilitoe they would end up free to blow the lot, and could never stop wanting to put my hand out, smash into the screen it only looked a bit of rag-screen like at the pictures and get the copper in a half-nelson so’s he’d stop following the bloke with the money-bags.

I was going to give this book 4 stars because not every story was 5 stars, but after reviewing each story, I have to give it 5.

Borstal didn’t hurt me in that respect, so since I’ve got no complaints I don’t have to describe what they gave us to eat, what the dorms were like, or how they treated us. In schools, pupils lonelliness write things or are told to do so without asking these questions first.

So what are we doing? There is an almost childlike innocence to him; when he meets two young girls at a diner, obviously poor and hungry, he offers to buy them something to eat. It had me cracking up, though I wonder how funny the author intended it to be.

The Loneliness of the Long-Distance Runner

In fact it is because he runs alonethat Smith so he tells us has learned to think clearly enough to devise this strategy. Parentless and institutionalized, the teenager, named Smith, starts running to release an inner hydrant of anger.


When the next war came his back was not burdened at first, and even the fines and days in prison that he was made to pay for being without Identity Card or Ration Book—or for giving them away with a glad heart to deserters—did not lift him from his tolerable brokenness.

But what I say is true right enough. There is a pretty good twist, however.

EngvarB from May Use dmy dates from May Pages using deprecated image syntax All articles with unsourced statements Articles with unsourced statements from May Every day, straight out of school, Alma and Joan ran to catch a bus for the town centre and, a few minutes later, smiling and out of breath, walked into the cafe where Ernest was waiting.

Steve Wozniakco-founder of Apple Inc. Told to go, I trotted down the pavilion steps, out on to the field because the big cross- country was about to begin and the two entries from Gunthorpe had fixed themselves ear- ly at the starting line and were ready to move off like white kangaroos. By God, to say that last sentence has needed a few hundred miles of long-distance running.

And when I don’t know anything about all this then how can I honest-to-God say I think of anything at such times?

One trouble for me is that he does not really show the connection between living on the dole and the rage, or why his characters cannot engage in purposeful acts, even if they fail. Siillitoe are you asking questions like this?

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To view it, click here. But the last one was the best of all, an unexpected beauty back-dropped against the traffic artery of squalid streets. Ernest looked up and smiled.