Congratulations to Wanstead author Drew Davies whose first book The Shape of Us is being published today.
The Shape of Us is a romantic comedy which has been described as being something like Love Actually and Sliding Doors (though not by Drew). There is an excerpt of the book printed below, but we asked Drew to introduce himself. He writes the following:
It’s a cliché, but I’ve been writing all my life, ha! Short stories and plays as a kid (I directed my first play when I was ten for my primary school assembly). In 2000, I won a New Zealand Playmarket Young Playwright of the Year award, and people started to consider me a “proper” writer. That wouldn’t last. In my twenties, after returning to London, I flailed around, pounding away at a first novel, which never came to fruition, and putting on scrappy off-beat comedies that had glimmers of success (a good review here and there at the Edinburgh Fringe), but were also met with looks of bewilderment. I would like to say I was ahead of my time, but in reality I was deep into my apprenticeship – the hard graft of learning to write. During these years, I also fell into a career as a copywriter and search engine optimiser, telling big brands exactly what to do with their content to make it successful (the irony was not lost on me).
The Shape of Us is my first romantic comedy. I started writing it back in 2012, when I’d just moved into a new flat. I didn’t have internet yet, and there were a few quirky stories floating around my head, so I decided to get them down finally. I finished the first three chapters pretty smartly, and then spent the next few years completing the rest. The book is about love, and life, and living in this great city (my working title was “An Invisible Guide to London”) – warts and all – through the eyes of a disparate group of Londoners: a teenager in Croydon struggling with M.E and a burgeoning romance, a sixty-three year old wife in Battersea trying to win back her adulterous husband, a chap illegally squatting in an investment bank while also trying to woo the receptionist, and two lovers attempting to do the impossible – successfully date in London. Their stories soon start to interweave… Someone recently said it was “a little Love Actually in all the best ways” (full disclosure, I have never actually seen Love Actually).
I moved to Wanstead two and a half years ago, and I love it. I am deeply in love with the place. I love the sense of community, and the high street, and the green spaces. There’s a sense of calm I always feel getting off at Snaresbrook station. I sometimes write at The Currant, and The Starbucks (RIP), and I’m having my book launch at Bare Brew. I regularly use the Wanstead library (mostly for coffee table books with nice undemanding pictures I can get lost in when I’m procrastinating), and I volunteer for Barnardo’s locally. Over the years, I’ve lived in Bethnal Green, Clapham, East Dulwich and Angel, but I feel most settled in Wanstead. I have lots of family in the area too which helps the sense of belonging.
I’m very excited about the book coming out. It’s such a privilege to have anyone read your writing, for someone to spend time contemplating your contemplations. I’m deep into the second book now (which will be out in May 2019) – that’s what is currently keeping me up at night. So if you see me wandering the high street, with bed hair and a far-away look in my eyes, muttering about coffee, hopefully you’ll understand why.
The Shape of Us is out now. You can buy a copy from Amazon here.
Chapter One
‘London,’ they say, eyes twinkling. ‘London is a city for lovers!’
Look down the sweeping avenues of Shaftesbury or Sloane
and you’ll find them, hands entwined, cheeks pink and dimpled
with joy, loving at each other. On the Tube they’ll self-consciously
flirt (though not self-consciously enough, you’ll sniff, ruffling the
Evening Standard). He’ll make a grand gesture of offering her the
empty seat or perhaps she’ll perch coquettishly on his lap – while
the rest of the carriage tries desperately to ignore them.
Yes, London is for the young and in love, but loathed are
they by all good Londoners. Like tourists and pigeons, lovers
are a blight on this great city – a fact they are completely (and
conveniently) blind to. That is, until one day, when a lover finds
themselves standing behind a couple so amorously entwined it’s
a wonder the cheap bottle of Spanish red they’re holding doesn’t
smash to the floor – in fact, they want it to smash – and suddenly
our lover finds themselves under stark fluorescents, unable to wait
for the self-service checkouts after all and quite out of love with
the idea of love. But until then, my friend (twinkle, twinkle),
until then!
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