This is the piece I have written for Luna’s Little Library Diversity Month. It was hard to choose a subject this year. I felt stuck for choice. I sometimes feel that all we need is a reboot of the Black And White Minstrels Show for the full 1970s flashback to be complete. Or perhaps I should stop channeling my inner pessimism. Perhaps.
Although it took me a while to get published, I never doubted the fact that I could write. I also know that I have an upbringing that, eventually, has endowed me with confidence in certain settings.
So, before we celebrate an increase in UK-based writers who are not white, I want to explore why people like me get through and others may not.
I must admit, I wasn’t sophisticated enough for Jane Eyre. My favourite Narnia book (er-hm, the only one I read) was ‘Voyage of the Dawn Treader’. I devoured Arthur Ransome’s ‘Swallows and Amazons’ books from our primary school library, before trundling through ‘The Jungle Book’, ‘The Hobbit’, ‘Lord of the Rings’ and the blub-fest S.E. Hintons.