about the site

the author

titles

first lines

essays

translations

acknowledgments

abraxas press

Note on Gang War  

Another fishing trip into things past.  Kids in war zones play war games.  At the time of writing, refugee children were doing it in the Balkans; in Africa ten-year-olds didn’t just play: like dogs sent to tear out throats, to step on mines, they engaged.  An evacuee, I had lodgings to retire to.  The scene: Bishops Waltham, Hampshire.  War was fantasy.  Cowboy films were as real as the newsreels.

Alan Marshfield

top of page                                                                       Gang War