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R. C. Sherriff

    Robert Cedric Sherriff was an English writer whose work draws heavily on his own experiences. He gained significant recognition for a seminal play that explored the harrowing realities faced by a captain during World War I. His writings often delve into profound themes of camaraderie, the psychological toll of conflict, and the enduring strength of the human spirit amidst adversity. Sherriff's distinctive voice offers a poignant and authentic portrayal of wartime experiences, making his contributions to literature deeply resonant.

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    The Invisible Man
    The fortnight in September
    • 2012

      The Invisible Man

      • 202 pages
      • 8 hours of reading

      Exploring the concept of power, the narrative delves into the ability to access the hidden treasures and secrets of nations, particularly within their gold vaults. It examines the implications of such power, revealing the intricate relationships between wealth, influence, and authority. The story unfolds against a backdrop of intrigue, where the quest for control over these valuable resources leads to unexpected alliances and conflicts, ultimately questioning the true cost of power in a world driven by greed and ambition.

      The Invisible Man
    • 2006

      The fortnight in September

      • 338 pages
      • 12 hours of reading
      4.3(239)Add rating

      The Fortnight in September embodies the kind of mundane normality the men in the dug-out longed for – domestic life at 22 Corunna Road in Dulwich, the train journey via Clapham Junction to the south coast, the two weeks living in lodgings and going to the beach every day. The family’s only regret is leaving their garden where, we can imagine, because it is September the dahlias are at their fiery best: as they flash past in the train they get a glimpse of their back garden, where ‘a shaft of sunlight fell through the side passage and lit up the clump of white asters by the apple tree.’ This was what the First World War soldiers longed for; this, he imagined, was what he was fighting for and would return to (as in fact Sherriff did). He had had the idea for his novel at Bognor Regis: watching the crowds go by, and wondering what their lives were like at home, he ‘began to feel the itch to take one of those families at random and build up an imaginary story of their annual holiday by the sea...I wanted to write about simple, uncomplicated people doing normal things.’

      The fortnight in September