There's No 'F' In Wonderful

A disillusioned, drug-soaked intellectual is escaping 'The Heat' – both literal and metaphorical – by relocating to a new town in the North. What follows is a surreal immersion into the region's club culture, where fevered dancing, shadowy relationships, and the rituals of nightlife blur the boundaries between reality and delirium. Employment as a croupier leads to encounters with a cast of eccentric figures, none more vivid than Christine – a 'Superstar Croupier' whose fierce individuality, joy and pain mark her as the radiant centre of the novel.

Set in Leeds during the height of the Northern Soul explosion in the seventies, There's No 'F' in Wonderful is at once hilariously funny and deeply unsettling, exploring the magical yet disorienting passage between adolescence and adulthood—a time when anything seems possible, even as the world insists otherwise.

Broady has long written for those who remain irrepressibly young in heart and spirit. With There's No 'F' in Wonderful, he delivers a strange, glorious celebration of resilience, joy, and defiant living. Or as the book itself insists: Live! Live! Live!

Bill Broady’s There’s No ‘F’ in Wonderful vividly resurrects an all but vanished world of smoky casinos and Northern Soul discos, bringing to life a ribald, unique suite of oddball characters who stay in one’s mind long after the novel is finished. Shot through with tenderness and humour, Broady’s ability to evoke time and place – 1970s Yorkshire – with sublime melancholia and brio at once is unparalleled.

(on previous work) Broady choreographs his imagery and themes with dexterity and verve … and infuses this book with an unusual kind of grace.



(on previous work) Broady writes with rude, comic dynamism.



(on previous work) Echoing the aspirations of its heroine, Broady's stunning narrative seems to hover in its own distinctive element and, at times, to soar and fly. In prose of poetic precision and poignancy, he touches on the deepest dreams of the human heart.



(on previous work) With fizzy dialogue and a buoyant sense of humour, the story unfolds crisply – and if Broady doesn't have much room for manoeuvre, he uses the historical novelist's trick of portraying sex lives to make his memorable character live on the page.



(on previous work) Broady brings tubfulls of humour, drama and fizzing exuberance to the ILP leaders' zigzag journey from mill, market-place, pub and chapel to council-chamber, parliament and cabinet room. He takes ideas seriously but he makes those ideas dance. And he treats the historical record with scrupulous care while letting imagination take wing where the sources stop.



(on previous work) The Night-Soil Men is an electric piece of writing, deft and funny and occasionally obscene. As an evocation of the left's long struggle between radicalism and electability, it is perfectly timed to the current moment – which is impressive, given that Broady spent a decade writing it. No novel this year will give a better background to the dichotomy of power and principle that is at the heart of our new Labour government.



(on previous work) The Night-Soil Men is a moving portrayal, in a series of vignettes whose dates are helpfully supplied in the chapter headings, of friendship, comradeship – not without hostilities, rivalries and betrayals – founded on a shared vision of a political Utopia every bit as alluring and illusory today as it was then. Published, finally and fortuitously, in what is both an election year and the centenary of the first Labour government in Britain, this novel's time has now arrived. weniger anzeigen expand_less