Three days to go! Count down to the launch of Paulie'a web (see sidebar) on Wednesday 16th October
I had terrific local response to the article (below) that I wrote for Jenny
Needham Features Editor of the Northern Echo, focusing on South Durham references in my the prison expereince that lead to the writing of Paulie's Web.
Recent
government proposals to build large super-prisons, involving the closure of
smaller local prisons like Northallerton, have chilled my heart. We all have
opinions about prisons, depending on whether our views are about justice,
rehabilitation, revenge, or restitution. For some people prisons can seem
hidden, secret places but others have more personal experience of them that might involve working in prison or having
an acquaintance, friend or family member serving time inside.
Some people
here the North East will be in this position - having a sister, mother,
daughter or niece serving a sentence behind bars. I know this because over
several years, for two days a week, I was Writer in Residence at HMP Low Newton
just outside Durham City.
Inside this prison – as well as women from all
parts of the country – I worked with women from County Durham. Teesside and North
Yorkshire, serving sentences for every kind of offence. In the main they were
ordinary people, women you might see any day in Bishop Auckland’s Newgate
Street or Darlington’s Cornmill Shopping Centre.
In fact, I
was once walking down Newgate Street when a young woman wheeling a baby in a buggy
with her mother by her side swerved to a
stop, saying, ‘Hi Wendy!’ She turned to her mother, saying ‘This is her I was
telling you about from Low Newton - The Writing Woman.’
When I
started being a ‘Writing Woman’, I had no idea what I was letting myself in for.
But what happened to me in prison was the most life-enhancing, the most life
changing experience. Afterwards, I was a different person, a different writer.
My job was
to help these women of all ages to find their voice through private, written
words on the page. In my time at HMP Low Newton we published two substantial
collected editions of women’s writing – editions that travelled the length of
the country. We wrote poems, prose fragments, short stories, plays. We had two
open-to-the-public performances inside the prison, of the women’s work. We ran
a parallel Litfest Inside at the time of the Durham Litfest. One woman had her
story broadcast on the BBC. We had our own Orange Prize Project… and so on.
We had lots
of purposeful fun and rueful laughter. The women learned that ‘writing down’
was making sense of things. Writing down can give order to what might be a chaotic
life. In those small workshops we all learned a lot about ourselves. Some
stories, well-formed and written down, stayed in the woman’s possession and –
by their own decision - never saw the light of day because the content was too
raw.
These
positive experiences were only possible because of my collaboration with teacher and Head of Learning and Skills Avril
Joy, (now a published writer herself), and the compassionate support of the then
governor Mike Kirby, to whom my new novel Paulie’s
Web is dedicated.
Paulie’s Web is a novel, not a documentary
account. But its true nature was inspired by hundreds and hundreds of days
working shoulder to shoulder with a whole range of women who defied the
reductive stereotype one finds in some fiction and dramas - even in some documentaries
where the researchers clearly find the story they’re already looking for.
My novel is
not a case study. It is a fiction that tells a special truth in distilling the
tragedies, comedies and ironies of five women’s lives not just behind bars but
out in society. These women meet each other in the white van on their way to
their first prison. As well as Paulie - rebel, ex teacher and emerging writer -
there is Queenie, the old bag lady who sees giants and angels, Maritza who has
disguised her life-long pain with an ultra-conventional life, and serious drug
addict, Lilah, who has been the apple of her mother’s eye. Then there is the
tragic Christine – the one with the real scars, inside and out.
In Paulie’s Web there is the light and
shade that I found in prison. Likewise here is the laughter, comradeship and tears.
Here is the bullying and night-time fear. Here is the learning and
self–revelation.
The stories
of these five women merge as Paulie – free now after six years – goes looking
for the women she first met in the white prison van. The truth of their lives
unravels as, one by one, she finds them and what they have made of their lives
‘on the out’.
On the
surface, this novel might seem to be a straightforward read. But as you read
you might recognise, as I did, that there, but for the grace of God, go your
mother, your daughter, your sister or your friend, who have fallen seriously foul
of normal expectations of how a woman should be, what a woman should do.
The women I
met and worked with took responsibility for what they had done and served their
time. In their writing they looked inside themselves, made some sense of their
experience and looked to the future. If Paulie’s
Web expresses a fraction of this truth and alters to any degree the public
perception of women who end up in prison, then Paulie has done her job, and the
novel will fulfil my hope that fiction will reach places where stereotyped
facts will never reach.
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